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Pastor Zach Vestnys' teaching titled "Amen Amen" from Mark 14:10-31.

Pastor Zach Vestnys' teaching titled "Amen Amen" from Mark 14:10-31.

Amen - Amen

Que Dieu te bénisse! May The Lord Bless you all! Pran Bel frézè a Bondyé san bout!

Amen! Amen!Genesis 15:6November 10, 2024

Das Wort Amen verbindet Christen überall. Was es für Katholiken bedeutet, erklärt Weihbischof Dominikus Schwaderlapp.

Father Jim Reconciles his two separate lifestyles. Did God ever ask him to remain celebate for life?By GrushaVashnadze. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“Oh yeah, cunt!” he muttered under his breath.“Yeah, hot fucking cunt!” he continued, ogling the juicy specimen of beauty displaying herself to his lustful eyes. Her pussy was indeed beautiful, pink and delicate, with a finely-crafted blond landing-strip, held open by a pair of painted fingers, so that he could gaze into its hot, wet, steamy depths. He stroked his cock in anticipation, feeling his shaft stiffen and grow, and feeling that exquisite yearning sensation spread outwards, filling his body with testosterone-fuelled bliss.The owner of said cunt looked at him seductively, the tip of her tongue gently tracing the outline of her lips, her eyes cheekily inviting, one hand kneading her huge, perfect, surgically-enhanced breasts, as the other continued to hold her fuck-lips wide.“Oh, yeah, baby, I'm gonna fuck that cunt so hard,” he continued. “I'm gonna ram my fucking cock deep in your hot pussy, I'm gonna feel your juicy cunt around my cock, and then I'm gonna fucking come inside you, I'm gonna spurt all my fucking cum deep in your hot fuck-hole till you scream in pleasure. You want that, baby, you want that?”But there was no answer from the buxom blonde beauty. For she was but a centrefold in a magazine, lying open before him on his bed. One picture among many, actually, for his eiderdown was covered with a selection of his collected periodicals, open to his favourite pages, featuring a variety of nude beauties, all displaying themselves, he liked to think, purely for his pleasure.His cock throbbed as he stroked it, thumb and two fingers gently rubbing the glans while the palm of his hand wrapped itself around the shaft. He admired his carefully-ordered “cunt collage” as he liked to call it. The buxom blond (“Jenny”, according to the caption) occupied pride of place in the centre of his bed. Surrounding her were half a dozen other centrefolds: “Sabrina”; dark-haired, with huge natural flowing boobs, left hand holding her pussy open whilst one delicate finger of the right curled knuckle-deep into her arsehole; “Brea”; blonde and skinny, with pert breasts, irresistibly smouldering eyes, and a shaven pussy; “Elsa” bleached blond hair, sweet “next-door-girl” smile, hairy blonde cunt with' “oh fuck!” he muttered, as he felt his cock twitch and jerk in delight, gorgeous flappy cunt-lips which dangled, glistening with little beads of pussy-juice…He paused his cock-stroking, looking away and upwards at the ceiling, in order to calm himself down: he didn't want to come too soon. Not yet.Just in time, the phone rang. Nervously he scrabbled for the receiver.“Hi Jimmy!”It was the sultry voice he was expecting. “It's Beattie here, wiff yer fantasy call.”“ Beattie, how are you?”“Oh, Jimmy, I'm feeling so fuckin' horny this evening, I'm been so looking forward to our call.”“Talk to me, Beattie,” said Jimmy, as he resumed slowly massaging his dick.“Oh, you know me, Jimmy, I just can't get enough fuckin'. I'm sitting here on my bed, and I'm wearin' this skimpy negligee, and I've shaved my pussy just for you, and it's so fuckin' wet, Jimmy, I just can't wait for you to ram yer big cock in there. D'ye wanna do that, Jimmy?”Beattie's voice was warm and breathy, something she had practised and honed over the months she had been calling him. Jimmy knew that, these days, he could instead be watching a video online, or a camgirl, but he was a man of habit and tradition, and he loved the way things used to be when he was younger, when porn was always magazines, and audio invariably meant the telephone. And so he sat at the head of his bed, stroking his cock, listening to Beattie's breathy seductive personalised filth, whilst he continued to ogle his favourite magazine nudes.As Beattie spoke, his eyes continued to roam the pages spread open on the bed: “Codi”, a ridiculously slender blonde with big fake tits, pouting lips drooling slightly at the sight of her own shaven cunt, spread wide with two delicate hands; “Emma”, on all fours, so her pussy peeped cheekily out from between her buttocks, crowned by a tight puckered arsehole…Beattie was very good too: she knew, after some six months of weekly Friday evening calls to Jimmy, just how he liked it. Jimmy wasn't interested in toys, or blowjobs, or titfucks, or anal, or any other kinks. He liked cunt. He loved cunt. And he adored it when Beattie talked cunt: “Jimmy…” “my pussy's feelin' so hot tonight. Will ye put yer dick in there, Jimmy?”“It's all for you, Beattie,” muttered Jimmy, in a half-hearted attempt to play along with the fantasy. Actually, he wasn't much interested in the role-play aspect of things: it was, after all, pure fakery, but he liked hearing Beattie talk dirty, and so he said the minimum required to let her know that she was on the right track, and then revelled in the glorious obscenity of her wall-to-wall aural filth.“Oh yeah, that feels so fucking good!” “Your cock's so fuckin' hard, Jimmy. I can feel it deep in my cunt, fillin' me up. Go on, Jimmy, slide that huge fuckin' cock in and out of my wet cunt; can ye feel my pussy all hot and juicy for ye?“Jimmy listened, his eyes roving across the collage spread out on the bed before him, imagining what Beattie's cunt might be like. Deliberately, he had never asked her, preferring to make it a new cunt each week: last week's choice had been “Cecilia”, black, shaven, lips teased apart just enough to reveal her juicy pink haven inside; this week, it would be “Jenny”.Jimmy loved Beattie's voice, “chavvy South London”, he called it, oozing squalor; in his more lucid moments he imagined her as a single mum on the dole in some squalid high-rise council flat in Tooting, a ne'er-do-well scraping together a living using the only pathetic skill she had. But now she was his tart, his whore, his plaything, his fantasy: she could be anything and everything he imagined. He liked playing this game, as he continued to stroke his dick to ecstasy whilst revelling in Beattie's increasingly filthy ongoing monologue. Beattie, for her part, was the consummate professional, sensing from Jimmy's pants and grunts just how far he was on his journey to release. And when Jimmy muttered, “Say my favourite things, Beattie,” she knew just what he meant.“You know, Jimmy, I'm a dirdy, filfy, cuntfuckin' whore… That's what I am, Jimmy, just a cuntfuckin' whore.”Jimmy loved those words, and Beattie's grimy accent was the icing on the cake: his cock jerked and bucked in response, stiffening even further.“I'm a whore, Jimmy. And you like dirdy fuckin' whores, don't cha? You wanna fuck my filfy cunt wiv ‘at big cock?”Jimmy was in ecstasy. Soon Beattie had progressed to “My cunt's so fuckin' wet, Jimmy: that's what you do to me, babe. You're gonna make me fuckin' come, Jimmy, ‘coz I'm a dirdy, filfy, cuntfuckin' whore, and I'm gonna fuckin' come all over your big cock!”Jimmy took the cue, fixing his eyes on “Jenny's” pussy, still, of course, reliably wide open and glistening for him, drinking in its beauty, and gradually ramping up the rhythm of his stroking so as to time his own orgasm to match Beattie's ersatz one. And when Beattie got to;“I'm gonna fuckin' come, Jimmy, here it is baby, come all over ye dirdy filfy cuntfuckin' whore, oh yeah oh Fuck!” Jimmy did exactly that. He felt the tell-tale boiling sensation in his balls, felt his cum surge and rise through his shaft and explode from his bucking, twitching cockhead.“Jenny” was the chosen recipient of Jimmy's cum this evening, six or seven thick ropes of semen splattering over her picture. Jimmy aimed at her cunt, and watched as the likeness of her vulva disappeared under a gloopy coating of semen. Beattie was continuing to moan and squeal down the telephone line: “Oh yeah, Jimmy, are ye comin' for me? Does ‘at feel good, babe?”as the last few dribbles of sperm landed on “Jenny's” tits and face. Beattie's voice turned breathy and softer;“Was 'at nice, Jimmy?” "Do ye like comin' in my dirdy hot cunt, Jimmy?“Jimmy panted incoherently in reply, his imagination desperately clinging on as long as he could to the illusion of sexual fulfillment. But it was always too short-lived. Even before his cock was flaccid, the illusion was fading and Beattie was in business mode: "Same time next week still good for ye, babe? Take it off yer card, yeah?”Jimmy muttered a “Yeah, thanks, Beattie,” before hanging up and surveying the mess. It never looked as good afterwards as he hoped it would before. Sperm-soiled magazine “Jenny” looked, frankly, ridiculous and tawdry now, a far cry from the seductive perfection she had exuded when pristine on the page. And wrapping up and disposing of semen-soaked magazine pages was anything but sexy. But Jimmy did so with his customary goal-oriented efficiency, trying to, and largely succeeding in, staunching his creeping feeling of shame, until the job was done, his penis was wiped clean, and he had put on his clothes again.Then his collar.And then his cassock.And then Father James Wright knelt on the floor of his bedroom and wept bitterly.“Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host, by the Divine Power of God; cast into Hell Satan and all the evil spirits, who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of… oh fuck…”Father Jim's voice tailed off. He had performed his morning ablutions, had his breakfast, and said his Office, and was preparing himself by examination of conscience for his weekly two-birds-with-one-stone excursion to the Cathedral, first to confession, followed by his weekly exorcism training seminar. He usually dressed in civvies for these visits, not wanting to draw attention to himself on public transport, but he never missed his hebdomadal chance to unburden his soul, and timing it for Saturday mornings made sense. Apart from anything else, this way, he felt less guilty saying the Eucharist over the weekend than if he were to have his Friday evening sins hanging on his conscience.But this morning Father Jim's voice gave up mid-supplication, as the thought impinged upon his intercessions: Am I a hypocrite? Actually, this was a thought which frequently went through his mind. The answer, of course, was yes: regularly, deliberately, and with full foreknowledge, every Friday night, and he knew it. For hypocrite though he was, he was neither stupid nor deluded. He had learnt to corral his fleshly weakness into one weekly episode, and it would soon be, gratias Deo, effaced from his soul by the Sacrament of Reconciliation, after which he could continue to pursue his presbyterial vocation with confidence. Until next Friday.Today, though, he felt somewhat less confident than normal, less spiritually bullish, more vulnerable than usual. Perhaps it was the weather, dull and grey like many an English spring morning, but it was almost as if he felt that the hosts of Satan were genuinely massing on the horizon, and that he might truly need the intercession of an archangel to forestall the ruin of his soul. In short, Father Jim's carefully calibrated balancing act between spiritual propriety and sexual concupiscence was feeling unaccountably precarious this morning.He was just letting himself out of the presbytery when a young woman came dashing round the corner, her heels clicking unevenly on the pavement. “Father Jim! Father Jim! Oh, I'm so glad I caught you. Please would you hear my confession?” Behind the urgency of her request Jim descried a pleasingly upper middle-class voice (“so” came out a bit like “say”), but ever so slightly Estuary (“t” in “caught” barely noticeable), as was common with the younger generation.Father Jim thought, but did not say: Oh fuck. He tried not to think swear words between Saturday morning confession and the end of mass on Sunday evening. But he had not been to confession yet, and therefore made the split-second judgment that he may as well, for now, think obscenities. After all, he liked them; he liked the sound of them: “fuck”, beautiful, he thought. And this young lady was, he thought to himself, “fucking hot”. She was slender and small, almost a waif, and yet her pencil skirt was just a touch too tight, and her blouse ever so slightly translucent, so that the shape of her nipples, puffy and rounded but not huge, made two soft tents in the front of her top.Oops, he thought, as he felt his penis begin to stir inside his rather ill-fitting trousers. No, it would not do to be groping his cock out of the way in front of a parishioner, so he banished “fucking hot” from his brain with a quick piece of well-practiced spiritual legerdemain, and switched into concerned parish priest mode. He vaguely recognised the girl, from the back row of the 10:30, perhaps? but wasn't sure if they had ever exchanged words. He felt within his rights to say, “I'm actually on my way out now, er…” as he looked at her quizzically with that I've-forgotten-your-name look customarily used by parish priests.“Bernadette, call me Bernie,” said the woman, pronouncing the “r” softly but clearly.OK, thought Father Jim. Typical second-generation immigrant. Tries to keep up the religious traditions of the home country, but talks like a Sloane except when asserting her identity. Clearly done well for herself, been to uni. But, Jim groaned inwardly, she wasn't taking the hint.“Oh please, Father, I really need you to hear my confession, I… I…”Father Jim looked into her eyes for the first time, and there was that look of moral desperation he was used to seeing in some people. Some could live in their sins for long periods of time before emotional need drove them back to the Church; others, like this girl, presumably, were made of less stern stuff. Her eyes glistened with barely held-back tears, as she continued: “I think I may be under a curse, or a hex, and I… I know you are training to be an exorcist, aren't you?” Her lower lip trembled, as her damp eyes pleaded with him.In the silence of his heart, Father Jim thought to himself: Oh fuck. But he took no pleasure in this particular iteration of his favourite obscenity. He had met this kind of woman before: excessively impressionable, with an inclination to see spiritual warfare lurking under every pebble, when her only problem might a temporary imbalance of hormones. Exorcism? Bullshit. But Jim was, despite his cynicism, a kind man, and so he said, “All right, Bernie. Of course. Let's go in,” as he ushered her through his front door. “Face-to-face, or in the box?”“Oh, I prefer the old-fashioned way, if that's all right, Father?” she replied sheepishly.He gestured her down the corridor towards the church, and then up the long nave, pleasantly illumined by the shifting colours which filtered dully through the great east window. As she walked ahead of him, he watched her bottom jiggle gently from side to side, red heels clicking on the stone floor, her medium-length ponytail of light brown hair swishing behind her. Fuck, he thought, and this time revelled in the thought. Fuck yeah… he muttered silently, his mind's eye briefly, secretly, undressing her from behind.“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” said the girl, once they had both settled into their respective halves of the confessional.“How long has,”“Oh, over a year, Father. I've got a lot of catching up to do.”Fuck, thought Father Jim. But, because he was basically a kind-hearted man, he instead said: “Well, take your time. It is good that God has called you back to the Sacrament now.”“Thank you, Father.” “I… I'm married…” "But I've not been strictly… faithful…“ There was a long pause.Ho ho, I knew it, thought Jim. Another pretty young slut, got hitched too soon, screwing around behind her husband's back. Two a penny. Had one just last week, didn't I? But instead he said, "And how long have you been having this affair?”“Oh, it's not an affair, Father,” "It's kind of a weird binge, a bit… perverted, if you know what I mean. On the rebound, I guess, because I walked in on my husband, you know, with someone else…“Oh shit, thought Father Jim. This'll take all morning. Web of adultery, seen it all before. One fucks around, the other goes off the rails, and soon they're all crotch-deep in moral turpitude. Why do they even bother to get married if they've got no continence? Should try and be celibate, then they'll learn how lucky they are… All that passed through his mind in an instant, but of course he voiced none of it."You see,” “we were married a year ago, here, before you came: Father Peter married us, and, well, I thought it was going so well. We… we were really good in bed, you know… I mean, we really liked the sex and everything.”Too much information! thought Jim to himself. But he did not say that either.“You know, I was a virgin when we got married. I'd saved myself up for this. And the first time, it was wonderful. You know, for some girls it hurts? But for me it was bliss. He just slid in, and I loved it. And we loved it, just like that, in and out, you know?”Father Jim felt his cock begin to stir. It was the inevitable involuntary reaction to a sexual confession which was becoming just a touch too detailed. Fuck, girl, why are you telling me all this? he thought. But Bernie continued to jabber, exuding, though unseen, an air of wide-eyed innocence from behind her latticed screen.“But then Giles started wanting me to do things I didn't want to, you know, oral, and anal, and stuff, and I really wasn't comfortable with it, so we had a few arguments about that. "I mean, when he wanted me to give him a blowjob, you know, he'd just pull down his trousers and waggle the thing in front of my face…”Too much fucking information! Jim screeched in the silence of his own heart. But he couldn't stop himself imagining the husband's cock, stiff and huge, waggling back and forth in front of Bernie's pretty face, her narrow mouth opening wider, wider, her tongue extending to lick pre-cum off the frenulum before her lips softly enclosed the… Fuck, Jim, pull yourself together, man! he thought, as he felt his cock begin to make an uncomfortable tent in his trousers. He stammered out loud, “Er… sister, you don't need to tell me all that, you know, just stick to…”“Oh, but it's important, Father,” “Because that's what led to it. I told him I didn't like sucking him off, but he kept trying to persuade me, and I kept saying no…” Father Jim imagined he detected the faintest hint of a smirk in her tone, but of course it was impossible to tell…“And then,” "there was the anal. Sometimes when we were making love he'd wet his finger with… well, you know… and then he'd reach round and try to stick it in there. I really didn't like it, and of course he never forced me; I mean, he's a kind man, he'd never do anything nasty, but it was clear he was disappointed…“Oh Jesus motherfucking Christ, thought Father Jim. His cock was stiff now, and he could feel his own pre-cum beginning to leak slowly from his glans. He reached down to adjust his cock inside his trousers, and inevitably his hand lingered just a bit too long, grasping his own erect shaft through the fabric and squeezing it gently. That familiar thrill of pleasure surged through him, but he made himself let go, telling himself: Later, Jim, later. Just get this girl through her confession for now…"But the strangest thing of all, Father,” "was when he'd want me to talk dirty to him, you know?“Are you kidding? thought Jim incredulously. Do you think that just because I'm a priest I don't have male blood boiling in my veins? What are you on about, girl?!Bernie seemed oblivious to her confessor's discomfort. Either that, or she was deliberately winding him up, he couldn't tell for sure. "See, Father,” "he'd ask me to say dirty words, like… 'tits'… and 'pussy'… and…“ , her voice lingered a while on the first consonant, "fuck”In an instant, Father Jim's resistance crumbled. That word was his favourite, a glorious fillip to all that was unholy and self-indulgent in the deepest recesses of his mind, and it banished all his residual will-power to the four winds. He quietly but swiftly unzipped his fly, removed his stiff sweaty cock from its prison, pulled back the damp pre-cum-lubricated foreskin, and began to slowly wank his shaft up and down, his lips trembling, his breath coming in ragged bursts. This was wrong. This was so wrong , he knew it, of course. But he was going to do it anyway. This girl could not possibly be for real. This was no sacrament, this was an ambush. The Evil One was tempting him, and he was succumbing. And he fucking loved it…“See, Father Jim, it must be something about men, they all like those dirty words so much. My husband did: he wanted me to say things like” Bernie lowered her voice conspiratorially;“'Ram your fucking cock in my pussy, baby!' and 'Fuck my hot cunt with that big dick!' Things like that… Do you like hearing things like that, Father?” Bernie's voice was hot and breathy now. Her prey was in her grasp, and she was playing with him: Jim knew it, but, though he had no idea why this woman had chosen to ambush him in this manner, he knew it was too late. He groaned, as he felt his cock stiffen further in his sweaty palm, felt his heart pound faster with excitement.“I'm sure we could have worked things out, Father. You know, I got quite used to the dirty talk, that was quite fun actually. But the oral, and the anal; no way. He'd show me videos on the internet, you know; porn? Girls getting fucked in the arse, and taking cocks down their throats; and it just looked so horrible and painful and disgusting. And then he'd show me videos of group sex, and asked if I'd ever like to do stuff like that; and I said no! And then, to show him I really loved him, I'd let him fuck me. I mean, I really loved it when he fucked me: when his cock was all huge and stiff, and then he'd lie me on my back and fuck me all deep and squelchy. Sometimes he'd lie flat on me and grind the base of his cock against my clit to make me come. Sometimes he'd shift down, so his cockhead found my G-spot. Sometimes he'd flip me over and do me doggy. Sometimes I'd go on top and drive him wild, teasing him with my wet pussy lips before plunging down onto this cock. And I loved all that, Father, I did, truly. Cock in cunt that's the way it's meant to be, isn't it? I mean, that's the way God made us, isn't it?”Father Jim groaned at the absurdity of his situation. Here was a young girl giving him lessons in Saint John Paul's Theology of the Body, while he stroked his cock in the confessional, what the fuck was going on?! But he couldn't stop now. His cock was raging, his balls were aching, and his thoughts were in mindfuck mode. Here was a girl after his own heart, one who loved being fucked in the cunt, and who loved to talk filthy. “Oh yeah, oh fuck, oh God…” he muttered incoherently in his ecstasy.“You Okay in there, Father Jim?” "I'm sorry for being so explicit, but ; I kind of have to, you'll see why soon, I'll explain…“You don't have to explain, thought Father Jim' as far as he was capable of thinking anything at all, for he was past thinking now. His mind was now fixed firmly on cunt, on fucking cunt, just like this girl was saying: cock slip-sliding in and out, grinding against engorged clit-flesh. It didn't matter whose cunt: his years of fake fantasy sex, week after week of dirty pictures; "Jenny” or “Codi” or “Elsa” or whoever the fuck they were; or of listening to “ Beattie” recycling her mind-banked fuck-fantasies for his delectation; all this had inured him to the sheer fakery of being a sex-obsessed celibate. It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered now, except the filth-filled moment.“But then,” “one day, about six months ago, I came home early from work, and… and I heard voices from the bedroom upstairs. I was about to walk in, but then, through the door, I heard things like, 'Oh yeah, suck that cock, baby. I'm gonna fuck your pretty slut-face with my big dick…' ; you know, things like that?” Jim heard a nervous giggle from behind the lattice. “And there was the sound of squealing and gagging, like some girl was getting their throat fucked… So then I thought maybe he was watching porn…? But this was too real; and when I realised what must be going on… Oh God, Father, it hurt so much…”For the first time, Father Jim paused stroking his cock. The girl was sobbing softly now. Father Jim felt sorry; and guilty. “I'm so sorry,” he said quietly, as his cock began to soften, and he began to recognise the reality of his own situation. And so his “I'm so sorry” became, retrospectively, not just an expression of sympathy for Bernie, but also an admission of his own culpability. What was he doing sitting in the half-light, pre-cum smeared over his hand, jerking off while listening to a vulnerable, disturbed young woman telling him about the moment she found her husband cheating on her? Shame on you, Jim, he told himself silently.But Bernie had not finished.“And so I opened the door,” “and there they were: Giles standing there shirtless, his big cock stuck out through his fly, ropes of spit dangling from the shaft and dribbling all over the face and tits of my best friend Vicky; you know Vicky: Victoria Berry, she runs the First Holy Communion programme here…? Anyway, she was saying, 'Oh yeah, babe, I fucking love it when you choke me with that big cock, go on, ram that cock down my throat again…'"And then she saw me, before he did. At first she paused in shock. Then she screamed. And then she retreated to the corner of the bedroom, desperately trying to cover up her big tits and wipe the spit off her face. 'Oh God, Bernie, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!' But she wasn't sorry; and I knew it."Giles didn't even pretend. He just stood there, spit dribbling from his cock, smirking. He even said, 'Wanna join us, Dette? Come here and I'll fuck your cunt just the way you like it, while Vicky licks my balls…'"And I… well, I had no idea what to say. So I just screamed at him, '"Just the way I like it” ; sorry?! You're nothing but a fucking pervert, with all your porn, and your anal and your throatfucking. And now this?! How dare you treat me this way; your wife?! What's wrong with you?!!' And then… I didn't know what to do: I wanted so much to hurt him, to make him suffer, standing there all smug with his dick dribbling all over our carpet. But more than that, I wanted to protect myself, to purify myself of the horror and degradation of it all. I wanted to show him I was better than all his filth, to save myself from where he was wanting to take me. So I shouted, 'You'll never fuck me again, you bastard! No man will ever fuck me again. I swear, as God is my witness'; and I know I shouldn't have sworn, Father: I shouldn't have said anything like that, but, God forgive me, I did; 'I swear that no man will ever fuck this cunt again -or may God strike me dead!' And then I ran out. And I never went back.“So now what do I do, Father? I mean, I've called a curse down on myself. May God strike me dead if I break my vow! that's what I said! And, you know, I've stuck with it, Father. I've kept my vow. Ever since then, I've not been fucked. And that was six months ago; probably just before you came to this parish, wasn't it?”Bernie paused. And Father Jim sat in the half-light, bewildered, confused, and scared. This woman must be unstable, he thought. Stark raving mad, actually. Why else would she come to the confessional to tell him, in the filthiest language imaginable; what exactly? that she had caught her husband in flagrante delicto and had now, on the rebound, forsworn sex?“Bernie… Bernie…” Jim fumbled for the right words. “What can I do for you? You have committed no mortal sin. You don't need exorcism – or even confession. But do you want help? Counselling? We have a wonderful ministry here for separated and divorced Catholics: let me put you in touch with the leader, she could help you…”“No, Father,” interrupted Bernie firmly, “you don't understand. I swore that I if am ever fucked again, God must strike me dead. I am under a curse, Father and I need to be released. And you are an exorcist, are you not?”Father Jim sat in the semi-darkness, his flaccid cock dangling out of his fly, a little droplet of pre-cum still glimmering on his glans, and he took a deep breath. “I have been receiving training, yes; but you don't need exorcism. Your words were spoken in haste, in an understandable excess of emotion: God will not hold that against you. You need to rebuild your life, not live in fear of an imagined curse that…”“Father,” Bernie interrupted again, even more firmly that before, “Pray over me now: release me from my curse. The Evil One has my cunt in his grasp. After all…”Beattie paused, then spoke very slowly and clearly;“I am a dirty, filthy, cuntfucking whore.”Father Jim's heart skipped a beat. “What did you say?” he gasped.“I said, 'I am dirty, filthy, cuntfucking whore.' Or, would you prefer it like this:'I'm a dirdy, filfy, cuntfucking whore, Jimmy!Father Jim leapt up; terrified. Now he knew he was in trouble. Who was this girl? Who was she pretending to be? Who was pretending to be whom? And what was she after? And why was she playing with him like this? What it a trap? All these thoughts raced through his mind, but he did not have time to voice any of them before Bernie's voice (or was it Beattie's?), cold as steel despite the muffling effect of the latticed confessional screen, said: "Don't put yer cock away, Jimmy. Leave it danglin' like the good li'l wanker you are, and join me in front of the Sacrament.” He heard the door on Bernie's side of the confessional open, and her heels click-clicking across the stone floor in the direction of the altar.Obediently, though trembling in terror, Father Jim opened his door; and gasped. For Bernie's tiny waif-like figure was naked now, apart from her red high heels, her tight bottom wiggling and swaying as she walked ahead of him, the wispy outline of her pubic hair just visible between her soft buttocks. “Do 'ye like it, Jimmy?” smirked Bernie, as she looked back over her shoulder to watch his cock, still dangling awkwardly out of his fly, begin to stiffen again. “This is whatcha wanted ta see when you followed me in here, wasn't it? Because ye like cunt, don't ye, Jimmy? Nuffink better than the sight of a hot cunt peeping out from between Beattie's arse-cheeks, eh? Ye wanna fuck my cunt, Jimmy? 'Coz you can…”She reached the sanctuary steps, and turned to point one accusing finger at Jim as she bellowed;“After you fucking excercise it!”Beattie's demented scream echoed off the stone walls of the church, as she backed up the three steps to the sanctuary and lifted her bottom onto the altar, carelessly scattering crucifix, sacramentary and candle-stands onto the floor. She spread her legs wide and leant back on her elbows, pert puffy tits and lightly thatched pussy-gape shamelessly displayed. Father Jim stood, horrified and transfixed in equal measure. The detritus of Beattie's blasphemy lay scattered on the floor; but he couldn't keep his eyes off her. Oh yeah, cunt! he thought, despite himself. Yeah, hot fucking cunt!Beattie knew what he was thinking.“Do 'ye like it, Jimmy?” she breathed. “If ye wanna fuck it, get yer prayer book, and fuckin' remove my curse!” Beattie began to slide one finger into her pussy, wetting it with her fuck-slime and gently rubbing her clit. Father Jim hesitated, rooted to the spot in terror, until Beattie screamed again,“Get yer fucking prayer book and pray my curse away, Jimmy!”Father Jim scrabbled through a pile of books on the front pew, retrieved a copy of Prayers Against the Powers of Darkness, and raised his right palm towards Beattie, who was now panting in ecstasy as she rubbed her clit with one hand, two fingers of the other plunging in and out of her sodden pussy.“Lo… Lord Jesus Christ,” stammered the priest, “I place my sister at the foot of Your cross and ask You to cover her with Your Precious Blood which pours forth from Your Most Sacred Heart and Your Most Holy Wounds. Cleanse her, my Jesus, in the living water that flows from Your Heart. I ask You to surround her, Lord Jesus, with Your Holy Light.”“Oh yeah, amen!”screamed Beattie , as a spasm went through her body; whether of spiritual battle or sexual pleasure Father did not know, but no longer cared. His words were those of prayer; but his mind was fixed on cunt.Cunt… oh yeah, cunt! he moaned in the silence of his heart, even as he continued to stammer: “In… in… in the… Holy Name of Jesus, I break and dissolve any and all curses, spiritual influences, evil wishes, evil desires, and every dysfunction and disease from any source including your mistakes and sins. In Jesus' Name, I sever the transmission of any and all vows, pacts, spiritual bonds and satanic works.”“Fuck yeah!”screamed the girl, as another spasm passed through her body. Three slimy fingers were now pounding in and out of her cunt, as the other hand rubbed frantically at her clit.Father Jim's cock was stiff and throbbing again; but with one hand holding his prayer book and the other extended towards Bernie, he could not touch it, but continued to read with a trembling voice: “In the Name of Jesus, I lift this curse. I thank You, Jesus, for setting my sister free. Fill her with charity, compassion, faith, gentleness, hope, humility, modesty, tranquillity, truth, understanding, and wisdom. Help her to walk in Your Light and Truth, illuminated by the Holy Spirit so that she may praise, honour, and glorify Our Father in time and in eternity.”“Fuck yeah, Jesus!”;screamed Bernie, as her whole body shook from head to toe, four fingers now forming a blur as they pounded in and out of her cunt.“Free me, Jesus! Free my fucking cunt! Oh fuck! “Father Jim's cock was sticking horizontally out of his fly, throbbing with wild desperation. Pre-cum dribbled down his shaft; but still he did not touch, as he continued to stretch out his right hand in prayer: "For You, Lord Jesus, are the Way, and the Truth, and the Life, and You have come that we might have life, and have it to the full.”Bernie's whole fist was now pounding in and out of her cunt, her fuck-lips stretched wide in agony and ecstasy as she screamed, “Depart from me, Satan! Oh, I'm cumming! Oh yeah!” Juice squirted from her cunt, across the floor and down the stone altar steps, splattering Father Jim's shoes and trouser-legs.“Surely God is my salvation,” intoned the priest, lips and hands trembling but his cock throbbing nevertheless. “I will trust and not be afraid. The Lord, the Lord himself, is my strength and my defense; he is my salvation.”“Amen… Amen…”whispered Bernie as she slowly withdrew her slimy hand from her cunt, her fuck-lips stretching wide, leaving her pussy gaping, her pink flesh glistening in front of Father Jim's face. The priest lowered his right hand, then stood, staring, bewildered, drained; but his cock still stiff and dribbling.Bernie, had a wild deranged smile spreading across her face.“I'm free, Father,” "Jesus has set me free from my curse!“Jim stared in horror. Bernie's face was luminescent, demented. But her cunt shone with a different kind of gleam; and Jim could not tear his eyes away from it."I can fuck again, Father,” "My cunt is free again: look!“She spread her pussy-lips wide, so that Jim could stare into her pink gloopy bubbling depths. And then she said the inevitable: "Now fuck me, Jimmy…”Father Jim gripped his cock with his right hand, even as his left held his prayer book tight. He was scared; terrified of what he had just done, and of what this deranged troubled girl was now telling him to do. He knew this was all wrong. But the scent of frigged-out cunt, the sight of that glistening pink fuck-flesh, and the sound of her sultry voice breathing at him, were too much to withstand. “Fuck me, Jimmy,” “Fuck my hot cunt. 'Coz I'm a dirdy, filfy, cuntfuckin' whore. And you like dirdy fuckin' whores, don'tcha? You wanna fuck my filfy cunt wiv yer big cock?”Father Jim nodded, mutely, his right hand gripping his shaft. His prayer book slipped subconsciously from his left hand, landing in a little puddle of pussy-squirt on the stone floor.“Come on Jimmy,” breathed Beattie. “Don't be scared. My cunt's all safe now. No curse no more. And I've been waitin' for this for so long, Jimmy. Every fuckin' Friday night I've had my fingers up my cunt, rubbing myself off for ye, listening to ye spurt your hot cum all over yer wank-mags. Now it's time for you to fuck my cunt for real, Jimmy!”“Wh… who are you?” stammered Father Jim. “Why me?”Beattie spread her cunt-lips again. “Later, Jimmy, later,” "Now fuck me.“Trembling, Father Jim walked up the three stone steps to the edge of the altar, where Beattie sat, her legs spread wide, still adorned by her red high heels, her cunt pungent, oozing, inviting. He nudged his bulging cockhead against her cunt-lips, and pushed."Oh God!” He could not resist calling out; for here, now, for the first time ever, was something he had fantasised about all his life. He felt Beattie's soft moist velvety depths yield and engulf him, felt her juices gently coat the length of his shaft, felt her inner cunt muscles squeezing, caressing. And then he started to fuck; slowly at first, relishing the heavenly-hellish feeling of her slip-slimy walls stroking the full length of his shaft as it slid all the way out, then in, and then again, and again, each new thrust taking his cock to a new level of pleasure, and his mind closer and closer to ecstasy.“Is 'at good for ye, Jimmy?” “You lifted my curse, Jimmy. I knew you could, Mister Father James Wright! From the first time I saw yer card details I knew you were the one to save me. Giles and Vicky can go fuck themselves: 'coz I got a priest to set my cunt free!”Jimmy knew deep down that this girl was mad, that he had been trapped, and that this meant the end of everything he had ever truly valued: his vocation, his career, his friendships, his reputation. But… cunt. Cunt. This was not like jerking off over his magazines on Friday night. This cunt was real; and truly, he saw that it was good. Beattie was now talking to him the way he could never resist:“Feel how fuckin' wet my cunt is, Jimmy? That's what you do to me, babe. You're gonna make me come, Jimmy, 'coz I'm a dirdy, filfy, cuntfuckin' whore, and I'm gonna fuckin' come all over your big cock!”By GrushaVashnadze for Literotica.

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The service was led by Judith, with the reflection from Iain.

In this bonus episode, we return to the transcendent joy of the final chorale of BWV 61 "Nun komm, der Heiden Heiland" to review a recording from the J. S. Bach Foundation (J.S. Bach-Stiftung). The lightning speed pleads for Jesus the "Crown of Joy" to return without delay in this performance directed by Rudolf Lutz.    Thank you to the J. S. Bach Foundation for permission for A Moment of Bach to utilize this recording for a podcast episode.   "Amen, amen!" chorale, Bachstiftung (J. S. Bach Foundation) Bach explained: Workshop on cantata BWV 61 "Nun komm, der Heiden Heiland": Bachstiftung (J. S. Bach Foundation) For further information on the Bach Foundation, go to: https://www.bachipedia.org/en/   Comparison: "Amen, amen!" chorale, Netherlands Bach Society

Scripture: Matthew 10:34-38. Unforgiveness is a state of emotional and mental distress that results from a delayed response in forgiving an offender. NOTE: this podcast stopped prematurely, but I published it anyway. The reason I published it is because I think you get the jest of it. Don't be tricked by allowing unforgiveness to take a root in your spirit Amen. Amen Amen. Please: LIKE, SHARE AND SUPPORT this KINGDOM PROJECT ❤️

One of the great “I am” statements Jesus made in the gospel of John was, “I am the Good Shepherd.” This wonderful revelation harkened back to Israel's former leaders and the wonderful deeds God had performed through them. It proclaimed boldly Jesus' Messianic purpose and even presented Him as the antithesis of the religious leaders of His day. As we explore Jesus' words from John chapter 10 in this week's message, we discover 7 timeless truths about Jesus, the Good Shepherd.

A 45-second masterpiece: the ecstatic joy bursts forth from this hurried chorale, begging Jesus, the Crown of Joy, to return. Amen, amen!    The urgency becomes part of the musical structure; Bach doesn't even have time for the whole hymn stanza as he sets the mystical text from only the last bit of the last stanza of Philipp Nicolai's hymn Wie schön leuchtet der Morgenstern (O Morning Star, How Fair and Bright).  A brilliant high note and descent of the last phrase reminds us of "Joy to the World." And yet, while the first Advent is shown in the descending notes, the violins don't tarry as they carry us up and up to an unusually high G.   "Amen, amen!" chorale in BWV 61, Netherlands Bach Society   Text translation and commentary used by the Netherlands Bach Society and referenced in this episode are by bachcantatatexts.org (BWV 61) by Daniel R. Melamed and Michael Marissen   Bachstiftung (J. S. Bach Foundation) video recording of a particularly fast performance

EPISODE 22 (PART2)It's party time and time to celebrate the beginning of Season03 with a bang! Life Is Peachy is here to bring you a mammoth 2 part feature length. Episode 22 is joined by the amazing storyteller Sonny Mayo (Snot, Sevendust, (hed)planet earth, Vanilla Ice, Ugly Kid Joe) to look back on leaving Snot, his time in AMEN and the recording of their 1999 self titled album at Indigo Ranch (released on Roadrunner Records and produced by Ross Robinson).And why stop there? Along with an AMEN deep dive, Part 2 further explores Sonny's experiences writing and recording the Vanilla Ice / Ross Robinson produced “Hard To Swallow” (1998), joining (hed)planet earth to tour their infamous “Blackout” record and being a part of Rock to Recovery with Wes Geer.FULL DISCLOSURE: If you've never experienced 'Hard To Swalow", Episode 22 (PART2) showcases / features quite a lot of music from this release. As far as I can see it's not on Spotify (in Europe at least) so you can hear some of it here for yourself.Dont forget to check out:Episode 1 with Derrick Green ("Against")Episode 4 with Mikey Doling (Snot & "Absent")Episode 5 with Wes Geer ("Blackout" and Rock To Recovery)Episode 8 with Robb Flynn ("The Burning Red")Episode 9 with Chad Benekos (Touring for "Broke" and "Blackout")Episode 19 with DJ Product (Self Titled, "Broke" and "Blackout")Episode 20 with Joey Biro (Superheist & Big Day Out Festival)Life Is Podcast Links:LIFE IS PEACHY PODCAST - https://linktr.ee/lifeispeachypodcastLIP MIXTAPE SESSIONS (Second Podcast) - https://linktr.ee/LIPMixtapeSessionsLEAVE A REVIEW - https://apple.co/38Ol9IdPATREON - https://www.patreon.com/lifeispeachypodcastINSTAGRAM - https://www.instagram.com/lifeispeachypodcast/REACTION CHANNEL - https://bit.ly/2IQda2KFACEBOOK - https://www.facebook.com/groups/lifeispeachypodcastHNIMP - http://www.hernameismurderproductions.com Life Is Peachy Mixtape is a paid promotion and is officially live. If YOU would like to feature on an episode to discuss and promote, email: lifeispeachypodcast@hotmail.com for a quote.EPISODE 22 Links // Episode 22 YouTube Playlist - https://bit.ly/3S8Zxv8 (includes Big Day Out Performance)SNOT “Absent” Documentary - https://bit.ly/3XFijv2CHANNEL ZERO “Exit Humanity” Documentary - https://bit.ly/3lHQLrYA huge Thank YOU to the LIP “Virtual Tip Jar” Patrons and to Rami & Shane who are spinning the CD Discman and Magika & Vadgenator rocking the Michael Bolton Tier over on Patreon - www.patreon.com/lifeispeachypodcast“Life Is Peachy” Artwork Created by Chris Lisa Liefting:https://chrislisaliefting.com/ “Life Is Peachy” Theme Song Written & Performed by Tim Richardson: https://www.youtube.com/user/tnarichardson All music from “AMEN” is used by permission:-Obo-Caesy ChaosThe Life Is Peachy Podcast is NOT monetized. Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favour of fair use. All rights and credits go to its rightful owners.

EPISODE 22 (PART1)It's party time and time to celebrate the beginning of Season03 with a bang! Life Is Peachy is here to bring you a mammoth 2 part feature length. Episode 22 is joined by the amazing storyteller Sonny Mayo (Snot, Sevendust, (hed)planet earth, Vanilla Ice, Ugly Kid Joe) to look back on leaving Snot, his time in AMEN and the recording of their 1999 self titled album at Indigo Ranch (released on Roadrunner Records and produced by Ross Robinson).And why stop there? Along with an AMEN (and Roadrunner Records) deep dive, Episode 22 explores Sonny's experience leaving SNOT after the recording of "Absent", writing and recording the Vanilla Ice / Ross Robinson produced “Hard To Swallow” (1998), joining (hed)planet earth to tour their infamous “Blackout” record, sobriety & Rock to Recovery with Wes Geer and leaving AMEN after touring Australia's Big Day Out Festival.Dont forget to check out:Episode 1 with Derrick Green ("Against")Episode 4 with Mikey Doling (Snot & "Absent")Episode 5 with Wes Geer ("Blackout" and Rock To Recovery)Episode 8 with Robb Flynn ("The Burning Red")Episode 9 with Chad Benekos (Touring for "Broke" and "Blackout")Episode 19 with DJ Product (Self Titled, "Broke" and "Blackout")Episode 20 with Joey Biro (Superheist & Big Day Out Festival)Life Is Podcast Links:LIFE IS PEACHY PODCAST - https://linktr.ee/lifeispeachypodcastLIP MIXTAPE SESSIONS (Second Podcast) - https://linktr.ee/LIPMixtapeSessionsLEAVE A REVIEW - https://apple.co/38Ol9IdPATREON - https://www.patreon.com/lifeispeachypodcastINSTAGRAM - https://www.instagram.com/lifeispeachypodcast/REACTION CHANNEL - https://bit.ly/2IQda2KFACEBOOK - https://www.facebook.com/groups/lifeispeachypodcastHNIMP - http://www.hernameismurderproductions.com Life Is Peachy Mixtape is a paid promotion and is officially live. If YOU would like to feature on an episode to discuss and promote, email: lifeispeachypodcast@hotmail.com for a quote.EPISODE 22 Links //Episode22 YouTube Playlist - https://bit.ly/3S8Zxv8 (includes Big Day Out Performance)SNOT “Absent” Documentary - https://bit.ly/3XFijv2CHANNEL ZERO “Exit Humanity” Documentary - https://bit.ly/3lHQLrYA huge Thank YOU to the LIP “Virtual Tip Jar” Patrons and to Rami & Shane who are spinning the CD Discman and Magika & Vadgenator rocking the Michael Bolton Tier over on Patreon - www.patreon.com/lifeispeachypodcast“Life Is Peachy” Artwork Created by Chris Lisa Liefting:https://chrislisaliefting.com/ “Life Is Peachy” Theme Song Written & Performed by Tim Richardson: https://www.youtube.com/user/tnarichardson All music from “AMEN” is used by permission (and NOT monetized):Obo-Caesy ChaosThe Life Is Peachy Podcast is NOT monetized. Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favour of fair use. All rights and credits go to its rightful owners.

[The Festival Project.™] {Enter The Multiverse} LEGENDS ASCENCION SCARY MONSTERS & SUPACREE THE iNSOMNIAC DEATHWISH SEASON 6 ACT III PART IV (An Anthology Compilation) It's life in grey; I'm not okay— Amen, Amen, Amen It's life in black; I'm just a hack I should go back Okay, then Amen Amen— A— It's life in blue; I still love you; I'm on my way, then Amen, Amen Amen— I hate men, But, you know what hate is? I loved so much that I changed it Changed it Change this: Your way of thinking, Today It's life in pink; You know what I think? It's always spring in LA, But I hate it I'm not okay, okay? I just might not make it TO U II [Working Title] END SCENE I, having run off from I, runs into a forest alongside The Endless River, which opens out into a beautiful meadow, the micolored cosmic sky twinkling sweetly above, strange auroras dancing in the skies; a field of glowing and stardusted singing wishflowers at her feet, she frustratingly falls into them, soft grass puffing with the twinkling sounds of fairy dust and sprites (a homage to the lion king) the wishflowers softly sing her to sleep with the subtle and sweet frequencies of Skrillex. (A homage to the wizard of Oz) From Above & Beyond, a flock of Cosmic Creatures in flight spot a golden glimmer from afar; they descend dimensions-- to get a closer look; Closing in on the universe within the confines of a massive structure, which propels itself seamlessly through galaxies faster than the speed of light and sound, though she appears as a large golden space station, slowly drifting through the atmosphere. Manned by yet unseen beings, the golden ship descends upon Skrillex, almost silentl— a swishing whir as the ship, more similar to a futuristic building, an ovaline rounded structure seemingly structured in brass, gold, and silver as it docks to the soft soil of planetary terrain. The landing is soft enough not to have awaken Ū, still sleeping; but an immense light pours from the openings of the ship, waking her--and blinding Sonny as he finally approaches from behind, having been searching for her. She is drawn into the light; he shields his eyes as the beings emerge from their massive station. Monologue/Montage I fell in love with you...it was an accident. I fell in love with you, because I had to; I hadn't thought about it before, but i've been thinking about it ever since. Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, we wouldn't have come face-to-face… Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, I'd have no reason to write something so pathetic as this, pititul letter, which you will probably never read. Probably, anyway. I've spent a majority of my lifetime very deeply troubled, yearning for all the attention one could ever crave--until suddenly, I no longer craved any at all. Solitude, rather than isolation, became sacred, and safe to me; It was in the solace and quiet of my very own world, that you entered my kingdom...and it became ‘ours'. Silence. Nature. Astrology. My greatest found pleasures, in a cavalcade of endless self-doubt, self-loathing...a tiresome collection of all the hatred I've harbored for myself in my twenty-something years. I fell in love with you...I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do anything, except be. Another festival, another escapade...another chance to dance, in the sunlight--the moonlight, under stars… And under the stars, is where I was forced to find you. Now, it seems, can't escape your presence--or lack-thereof. Unrequited? Perhaps. But, not unprovoked. I love you because it is in me to do so. I will always love you, always. There is a world where you're in love with me, as I am you; All I can do now, is hope that this is that same very world, and that as days go by, we draw closer to one-another, rather than further apart. In truth, friendship, in the very least, would serve as a worthy reward...for all the worry, all the wonder, and all the willing I've done for you; in honesty...I'm ashamed in my inability to let go--yet also proud, that I am able to love this much, this hard. To see you with someone else, now, would be a gentle relief; to know that you are kept in love, with graciousness...a subtle gift, an answer to a prayer I asked. Loneliness, I wouldn't wish upon you for anything--love is, in fact, my whole wish for you--be it mine, or not. While I can wish that it will be mine, I've also wished for you, the very best--I would want not for my flaws to burden you. Flaws are what create our perfection; God is, as I am. Losing you, the flame of fear that set my heart and soul to fire; Cancerous, weakened, plagued--premonitions impolitely penetrated my fragile, eggshell mind… the death of a friend, fast-forwarded and reflected into my mind's-eye; How could I forget a face like yours--eyes like those? How could I not know you, as I have? Tears bearing your name roll over my nose, like the rain on a rose...the burden of belonging to one, rather than some; To all, rather than none. So now, I keep my favorite photo of you in my phone...a comfort, to the weary and wounded heart I carry. I can pretend that your sweet voice accompanies mine, as I sing to soothe myself, as I sway in solitude; A gentle kiss, I imagine to give, if ever the chance. I love you, without reason to--and with every reason to, I love you. Find me, again As the ship departs, charging to go into warp speed, Sonny is left alone on his own planet; as a slight panic falls over him, A key-like object falls from the ship as it dissappars at warp speed into a portal. As his hands clap together, catching the object, the sound rings outward--this clapping pages The Skrillex, which lands promptly beside him, exclaiming-- "I AM SKRILLEX"; he has never seen this ship before, however proceeds onto the ship as though familiar with extra terrestrial phenomena all together. We only see him enter the ship; we do not follow him inside, but instead cut to Ū on the Interdimensional SpaceTime Station. On God. I need you to fix the Everything. Everything; The Machine What's wrong with it? We don't know. So, how can I fix it without knowing what's wrong? The Everything, Sir. What's she doing? A Conscious Machine It seems to be malfunctioning. It's at capacity. The entire existence? All of humanity. This entire entity— What's she doing? It has evaporated. ...they just vanished. But nobody cared, or noticed. ...because they were homeless. More clothes. Shoes. Oh no. Where'd they go?! Socks, pants— Entire actual outfits— —as if the people inside them had just been/- —yes, as I said. Evaporated. Just—remove this. End the simulation. What is this? That's the secret. An entire planet— She completely refabricated— An entire duplication All of humanity's records have been encrypted; each era of existence I can taste the smell of my breath And the scent of my sweet sweat Is just getting the better of me The better of me There's no time left, And thete's nothing left to give but love, in loveless, My friend, you're dead But this is where I've always been This is where I've always been And, You've been dead a year, my friend But I've always been here I've always been here And, It's just getting clearer, Some may, and some may not remember Come May, then quickly comes December Let me rest until September Never have I ever, Never does this end, Ashes and Embers, Ever clear, And Ever withers In my head, I rest my memory here EXT. CENTRAL PARK. DAY An old woman takes her daily walk, carrying with her a paper bag— Oh, I love this movie. So does Disney, apparently. Forget it, Disney would never hire me. Why not? They hired him. That was before. What is “before”? SIR. Your Highness. The King is here! —which—King? “The” King, Your Majesty. In this realm? Yessir! Goddamit. What's wrong, sir? My good tie is dirty. Shall I phone the tailor. No— just— ??? Call the car. The car, sir? I'll go shopping myself. If you insist. MA. WHAT. WHERE'S THE SANDWHICHES? THE WHAT? THE SANDWHICHES, MA. Who the fuck are these people We'll get back to that later. [WORKING OUT FURIOUSLY] Hey. AAAAAAGGGGBHHHHH! [A heavyweight flies across the room.] (lol.) Uh. You okay? YEAH. Alright. AAAAAAAAAAGGHHGGGHHHHHHHH. [leaves quietly] (In the other room) Oh my God. I know. What happened. C'ESME'T!!!!!! Oh shit, The King is here. Ahem. Your highness. MOVE. ‘You'd best not have this in your possession.' The low, dark, and quite ominous voice said. The Amerhyst had done some strange things before now—it had hummed, vibrates, pulsated, and even rang; but now, on its own, without touching it all—it had begun to tumble, roll, and even OH SHIT. The Amerhyst began to levitate. OKAY, FUCK DILLON FRANCIS. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. THROW THAT THING, OUT THE WINDOW. Don't do that. OH MY GOD. WHAT IS WRO— RA. Oh God. Wait, where's Beyoncè in all of this. BEYONCÉ A war is coming. WAKANDA— NO, we're not doing “WAKANDA FOREVER” WAKANDA FOREVAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! DAMN. This is lit. This is the craziest Coachella ever. HANZEL Zhats because it's not ‘Coachella' What. It's not? I bought the tickets… HANZEL —zhis is zBeychella. Ah, shit. What. This is about to get. LADY IN JERSEY SKRILLEX! Oh my God, I forgot about that bitch. I didn't. She comes to all my shows. Damn. That sucks. INT/EXT. A FIREY PLANE CRASH So, that thing about Shia was, that— YATZEE. I WIN. GODDAMMIT. I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO PLAY THIS GAME. Fuck you. MORE WHIPPETS, DRAKE. DRAKE (Still dusting) Huh. NO, NOT YOU. I found a new muse; That's no good for you— Why would I keep you around Why would I keep you around Why would I keep SUPACREE I WANT A REFUND ITUNES FOR WHAT. SUPACREE HONESTLy, NEVERMIND. ITUNES WHY? FLASHBACK: [at the gym: hears massive] OOOOOH. [buys entire album] YAS, I CANT WAIT TO— [first listen] Honestly, Nevermimd. Lol. Goddamit. Wow. SUPACREE TAKE IT BACK. ITUNES NO. SUPACREE WHAT! WHY?! ITUNES YOURE WELCOME. Uhhhhhhhh. Uhhhh. What's up with them. [Earlier] More whippets, plz. God damn, dude. Ok. I'm just livid *huffs whippet* I should be livin with Skrillex Or gettin lit at the mellinium with Eminem in denim Addendum: Adderall and aluminum, Whatever was in this fuckin melon, And a million men a minute, If you're into it You know what. What. Honestly, all I really wanted was my dick sucked. That's all anyone ever wants, really. What. //SLAP-DICKSUCK-SLAP// *complete and total bewilderment* Uh. What. You should not put Jimmy Fallon in this. —Jimmy Fallon put himself in this. JIMMY FALLON LOL. WATCH THIS. Uh. JIMMU FALLON (CONT'D) Hehehe. Uh. Please explain this. Maybe later. I gotta do some butt stuff. Ew! At the fucking gym! Don't be gross! INT. EQUINOX SPORTS CLUB, NEW YORK SKRILLEX. Wtf time of day is “Skrillex”? What planet is this?! This is Skrillex. “The Endless Night” What time does the sun come up? Which Sun? Beg your pardon! Please, don't beg. How many suns does this planet have?! We have six. Well, when does the first one come up? Eventually. “Eventually.” Hey, uh, Timmy? Yeah? What happened to Jesus? He was just over there. How long's it been? Idk. Like ten minutes. Alright— She works 6-10 Ok Then 10-6 Jesus Christ. Here, take this. Jee, thanks, I guess. Don't thank me yet. Hey, look. It'sa— Fuxk it. ^^^its a bell. CANE. What, Abel? Fuxk, I hate this story. Merry Christmas! Fuxk this shit. What time do you guys open? We haven't closed yet… m.m Well what time do you guys close? Never. This is hopeless. Do you really think it's going to work. It has to. What if it doesn't. Fuxk it, we're all rich. Not me. My parents took all my money and spent it. Hush, Gary Coleman— God rest his soul! The dead NEVER REST At least, not yet Wanna bet? Eat shit, Ariana! That's MADAME GRANDE! No it isn't. You're right, it's princess! …I had ramen noodles for breakfast. —most of us are rich. Are you sure she won't remember you? Don't worry. She won't remember any of the black characters. No one does. I got this. Ni-no-Nick-Nick-n-nick-nick-nick NICKELODEON. Hey there. Uh. Face here! Why wasn't this creepy when I was 5? Idk. It's creepy as fuxk, now, though. *whawhawhawha* And, Jimmy Fallon has a galaxy, expanded from an unplanned catastrophe, you see—another cosmic cataclysmic explosion of light, color and frequency created by the pressure that comes from being nothing, and something within you telling you something's something—but nothing's nothing —and it's interrupting the peace—or rather—lack there-of-cause there's nothin' greater you're aware of, in fact—you're not there— you're nothing and Nothing — Hey— —nothing— —what's what? What? Seems like something. What's ‘something' ? something's something— nah, can't be, because everything is nothing; “ Well, then, what's “because—?” Because is because…? Because, what? What's what? What's what— what? WHAT WHAT WHAT?! >>>Well, at least they play South Park Now

[The Festival Project.™] {Enter The Multiverse} LEGENDS ASCENCION SCARY MONSTERS & SUPACREE THE iNSOMNIAC DEATHWISH SEASON 6 ACT III PART IV (An Anthology Compilation) It's life in grey; I'm not okay— Amen, Amen, Amen It's life in black; I'm just a hack I should go back Okay, then Amen Amen— A— It's life in blue; I still love you; I'm on my way, then Amen, Amen Amen— I hate men, But, you know what hate is? I loved so much that I changed it Changed it Change this: Your way of thinking, Today It's life in pink; You know what I think? It's always spring in LA, But I hate it I'm not okay, okay? I just might not make it TO U II [Working Title] END SCENE I, having run off from I, runs into a forest alongside The Endless River, which opens out into a beautiful meadow, the micolored cosmic sky twinkling sweetly above, strange auroras dancing in the skies; a field of glowing and stardusted singing wishflowers at her feet, she frustratingly falls into them, soft grass puffing with the twinkling sounds of fairy dust and sprites (a homage to the lion king) the wishflowers softly sing her to sleep with the subtle and sweet frequencies of Skrillex. (A homage to the wizard of Oz) From Above & Beyond, a flock of Cosmic Creatures in flight spot a golden glimmer from afar; they descend dimensions-- to get a closer look; Closing in on the universe within the confines of a massive structure, which propels itself seamlessly through galaxies faster than the speed of light and sound, though she appears as a large golden space station, slowly drifting through the atmosphere. Manned by yet unseen beings, the golden ship descends upon Skrillex, almost silentl— a swishing whir as the ship, more similar to a futuristic building, an ovaline rounded structure seemingly structured in brass, gold, and silver as it docks to the soft soil of planetary terrain. The landing is soft enough not to have awaken Ū, still sleeping; but an immense light pours from the openings of the ship, waking her--and blinding Sonny as he finally approaches from behind, having been searching for her. She is drawn into the light; he shields his eyes as the beings emerge from their massive station. Monologue/Montage I fell in love with you...it was an accident. I fell in love with you, because I had to; I hadn't thought about it before, but i've been thinking about it ever since. Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, we wouldn't have come face-to-face… Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, I'd have no reason to write something so pathetic as this, pititul letter, which you will probably never read. Probably, anyway. I've spent a majority of my lifetime very deeply troubled, yearning for all the attention one could ever crave--until suddenly, I no longer craved any at all. Solitude, rather than isolation, became sacred, and safe to me; It was in the solace and quiet of my very own world, that you entered my kingdom...and it became ‘ours'. Silence. Nature. Astrology. My greatest found pleasures, in a cavalcade of endless self-doubt, self-loathing...a tiresome collection of all the hatred I've harbored for myself in my twenty-something years. I fell in love with you...I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do anything, except be. Another festival, another escapade...another chance to dance, in the sunlight--the moonlight, under stars… And under the stars, is where I was forced to find you. Now, it seems, can't escape your presence--or lack-thereof. Unrequited? Perhaps. But, not unprovoked. I love you because it is in me to do so. I will always love you, always. There is a world where you're in love with me, as I am you; All I can do now, is hope that this is that same very world, and that as days go by, we draw closer to one-another, rather than further apart. In truth, friendship, in the very least, would serve as a worthy reward...for all the worry, all the wonder, and all the willing I've done for you; in honesty...I'm ashamed in my inability to let go--yet also proud, that I am able to love this much, this hard. To see you with someone else, now, would be a gentle relief; to know that you are kept in love, with graciousness...a subtle gift, an answer to a prayer I asked. Loneliness, I wouldn't wish upon you for anything--love is, in fact, my whole wish for you--be it mine, or not. While I can wish that it will be mine, I've also wished for you, the very best--I would want not for my flaws to burden you. Flaws are what create our perfection; God is, as I am. Losing you, the flame of fear that set my heart and soul to fire; Cancerous, weakened, plagued--premonitions impolitely penetrated my fragile, eggshell mind… the death of a friend, fast-forwarded and reflected into my mind's-eye; How could I forget a face like yours--eyes like those? How could I not know you, as I have? Tears bearing your name roll over my nose, like the rain on a rose...the burden of belonging to one, rather than some; To all, rather than none. So now, I keep my favorite photo of you in my phone...a comfort, to the weary and wounded heart I carry. I can pretend that your sweet voice accompanies mine, as I sing to soothe myself, as I sway in solitude; A gentle kiss, I imagine to give, if ever the chance. I love you, without reason to--and with every reason to, I love you. Find me, again As the ship departs, charging to go into warp speed, Sonny is left alone on his own planet; as a slight panic falls over him, A key-like object falls from the ship as it dissappars at warp speed into a portal. As his hands clap together, catching the object, the sound rings outward--this clapping pages The Skrillex, which lands promptly beside him, exclaiming-- "I AM SKRILLEX"; he has never seen this ship before, however proceeds onto the ship as though familiar with extra terrestrial phenomena all together. We only see him enter the ship; we do not follow him inside, but instead cut to Ū on the Interdimensional SpaceTime Station. On God. I need you to fix the Everything. Everything; The Machine What's wrong with it? We don't know. So, how can I fix it without knowing what's wrong? The Everything, Sir. What's she doing? A Conscious Machine It seems to be malfunctioning. It's at capacity. The entire existence? All of humanity. This entire entity— What's she doing? It has evaporated. ...they just vanished. But nobody cared, or noticed. ...because they were homeless. More clothes. Shoes. Oh no. Where'd they go?! Socks, pants— Entire actual outfits— —as if the people inside them had just been/- —yes, as I said. Evaporated. Just—remove this. End the simulation. What is this? That's the secret. An entire planet— She completely refabricated— An entire duplication All of humanity's records have been encrypted; each era of existence I can taste the smell of my breath And the scent of my sweet sweat Is just getting the better of me The better of me There's no time left, And thete's nothing left to give but love, in loveless, My friend, you're dead But this is where I've always been This is where I've always been And, You've been dead a year, my friend But I've always been here I've always been here And, It's just getting clearer, Some may, and some may not remember Come May, then quickly comes December Let me rest until September Never have I ever, Never does this end, Ashes and Embers, Ever clear, And Ever withers In my head, I rest my memory here EXT. CENTRAL PARK. DAY An old woman takes her daily walk, carrying with her a paper bag— Oh, I love this movie. So does Disney, apparently. Forget it, Disney would never hire me. Why not? They hired him. That was before. What is “before”? SIR. Your Highness. The King is here! —which—King? “The” King, Your Majesty. In this realm? Yessir! Goddamit. What's wrong, sir? My good tie is dirty. Shall I phone the tailor. No— just— ??? Call the car. The car, sir? I'll go shopping myself. If you insist. MA. WHAT. WHERE'S THE SANDWHICHES? THE WHAT? THE SANDWHICHES, MA. Who the fuck are these people We'll get back to that later. [WORKING OUT FURIOUSLY] Hey. AAAAAAGGGGBHHHHH! [A heavyweight flies across the room.] (lol.) Uh. You okay? YEAH. Alright. AAAAAAAAAAGGHHGGGHHHHHHHH. [leaves quietly] (In the other room) Oh my God. I know. What happened. C'ESME'T!!!!!! Oh shit, The King is here. Ahem. Your highness. MOVE. ‘You'd best not have this in your possession.' The low, dark, and quite ominous voice said. The Amerhyst had done some strange things before now—it had hummed, vibrates, pulsated, and even rang; but now, on its own, without touching it all—it had begun to tumble, roll, and even OH SHIT. The Amerhyst began to levitate. OKAY, FUCK DILLON FRANCIS. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. THROW THAT THING, OUT THE WINDOW. Don't do that. OH MY GOD. WHAT IS WRO— RA. Oh God. Wait, where's Beyoncè in all of this. BEYONCÉ A war is coming. WAKANDA— NO, we're not doing “WAKANDA FOREVER” WAKANDA FOREVAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! DAMN. This is lit. This is the craziest Coachella ever. HANZEL Zhats because it's not ‘Coachella' What. It's not? I bought the tickets… HANZEL —zhis is zBeychella. Ah, shit. What. This is about to get. LADY IN JERSEY SKRILLEX! Oh my God, I forgot about that bitch. I didn't. She comes to all my shows. Damn. That sucks. INT/EXT. A FIREY PLANE CRASH So, that thing about Shia was, that— YATZEE. I WIN. GODDAMMIT. I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO PLAY THIS GAME. Fuck you. MORE WHIPPETS, DRAKE. DRAKE (Still dusting) Huh. NO, NOT YOU. I found a new muse; That's no good for you— Why would I keep you around Why would I keep you around Why would I keep SUPACREE I WANT A REFUND ITUNES FOR WHAT. SUPACREE HONESTLy, NEVERMIND. ITUNES WHY? FLASHBACK: [at the gym: hears massive] OOOOOH. [buys entire album] YAS, I CANT WAIT TO— [first listen] Honestly, Nevermimd. Lol. Goddamit. Wow. SUPACREE TAKE IT BACK. ITUNES NO. SUPACREE WHAT! WHY?! ITUNES YOURE WELCOME. Uhhhhhhhh. Uhhhh. What's up with them. [Earlier] More whippets, plz. God damn, dude. Ok. I'm just livid *huffs whippet* I should be livin with Skrillex Or gettin lit at the mellinium with Eminem in denim Addendum: Adderall and aluminum, Whatever was in this fuckin melon, And a million men a minute, If you're into it You know what. What. Honestly, all I really wanted was my dick sucked. That's all anyone ever wants, really. What. //SLAP-DICKSUCK-SLAP// *complete and total bewilderment* Uh. What. You should not put Jimmy Fallon in this. —Jimmy Fallon put himself in this. JIMMY FALLON LOL. WATCH THIS. Uh. JIMMU FALLON (CONT'D) Hehehe. Uh. Please explain this. Maybe later. I gotta do some butt stuff. Ew! At the fucking gym! Don't be gross! INT. EQUINOX SPORTS CLUB, NEW YORK SKRILLEX. Wtf time of day is “Skrillex”? What planet is this?! This is Skrillex. “The Endless Night” What time does the sun come up? Which Sun? Beg your pardon! Please, don't beg. How many suns does this planet have?! We have six. Well, when does the first one come up? Eventually. “Eventually.” Hey, uh, Timmy? Yeah? What happened to Jesus? He was just over there. How long's it been? Idk. Like ten minutes. Alright— She works 6-10 Ok Then 10-6 Jesus Christ. Here, take this. Jee, thanks, I guess. Don't thank me yet. Hey, look. It'sa— Fuxk it. ^^^its a bell. CANE. What, Abel? Fuxk, I hate this story. Merry Christmas! Fuxk this shit. What time do you guys open? We haven't closed yet… m.m Well what time do you guys close? Never. This is hopeless. Do you really think it's going to work. It has to. What if it doesn't. Fuxk it, we're all rich. Not me. My parents took all my money and spent it. Hush, Gary Coleman— God rest his soul! The dead NEVER REST At least, not yet Wanna bet? Eat shit, Ariana! That's MADAME GRANDE! No it isn't. You're right, it's princess! …I had ramen noodles for breakfast. —most of us are rich. Are you sure she won't remember you? Don't worry. She won't remember any of the black characters. No one does. I got this. Ni-no-Nick-Nick-n-nick-nick-nick NICKELODEON. Hey there. Uh. Face here! Why wasn't this creepy when I was 5? Idk. It's creepy as fuxk, now, though. *whawhawhawha* And, Jimmy Fallon has a galaxy, expanded from an unplanned catastrophe, you see—another cosmic cataclysmic explosion of light, color and frequency created by the pressure that comes from being nothing, and something within you telling you something's something—but nothing's nothing —and it's interrupting the peace—or rather—lack there-of-cause there's nothin' greater you're aware of, in fact—you're not there— you're nothing and Nothing — Hey— —nothing— —what's what? What? Seems like something. What's ‘something' ? something's something— nah, can't be, because everything is nothing; “ Well, then, what's “because—?” Because is because…? Because, what? What's what? What's what— what? WHAT WHAT WHAT?! >>>Well, at least they play South Park Now

[The Festival Project.™] {Enter The Multiverse} LEGENDS ASCENCION SCARY MONSTERS & SUPACREE THE iNSOMNIAC DEATHWISH SEASON 6 ACT III PART IV (An Anthology Compilation) It's life in grey; I'm not okay— Amen, Amen, Amen It's life in black; I'm just a hack I should go back Okay, then Amen Amen— A— It's life in blue; I still love you; I'm on my way, then Amen, Amen Amen— I hate men, But, you know what hate is? I loved so much that I changed it Changed it Change this: Your way of thinking, Today It's life in pink; You know what I think? It's always spring in LA, But I hate it I'm not okay, okay? I just might not make it TO U II [Working Title] END SCENE I, having run off from I, runs into a forest alongside The Endless River, which opens out into a beautiful meadow, the micolored cosmic sky twinkling sweetly above, strange auroras dancing in the skies; a field of glowing and stardusted singing wishflowers at her feet, she frustratingly falls into them, soft grass puffing with the twinkling sounds of fairy dust and sprites (a homage to the lion king) the wishflowers softly sing her to sleep with the subtle and sweet frequencies of Skrillex. (A homage to the wizard of Oz) From Above & Beyond, a flock of Cosmic Creatures in flight spot a golden glimmer from afar; they descend dimensions-- to get a closer look; Closing in on the universe within the confines of a massive structure, which propels itself seamlessly through galaxies faster than the speed of light and sound, though she appears as a large golden space station, slowly drifting through the atmosphere. Manned by yet unseen beings, the golden ship descends upon Skrillex, almost silentl— a swishing whir as the ship, more similar to a futuristic building, an ovaline rounded structure seemingly structured in brass, gold, and silver as it docks to the soft soil of planetary terrain. The landing is soft enough not to have awaken Ū, still sleeping; but an immense light pours from the openings of the ship, waking her--and blinding Sonny as he finally approaches from behind, having been searching for her. She is drawn into the light; he shields his eyes as the beings emerge from their massive station. Monologue/Montage I fell in love with you...it was an accident. I fell in love with you, because I had to; I hadn't thought about it before, but i've been thinking about it ever since. Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, we wouldn't have come face-to-face… Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, I'd have no reason to write something so pathetic as this, pititul letter, which you will probably never read. Probably, anyway. I've spent a majority of my lifetime very deeply troubled, yearning for all the attention one could ever crave--until suddenly, I no longer craved any at all. Solitude, rather than isolation, became sacred, and safe to me; It was in the solace and quiet of my very own world, that you entered my kingdom...and it became ‘ours'. Silence. Nature. Astrology. My greatest found pleasures, in a cavalcade of endless self-doubt, self-loathing...a tiresome collection of all the hatred I've harbored for myself in my twenty-something years. I fell in love with you...I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do anything, except be. Another festival, another escapade...another chance to dance, in the sunlight--the moonlight, under stars… And under the stars, is where I was forced to find you. Now, it seems, can't escape your presence--or lack-thereof. Unrequited? Perhaps. But, not unprovoked. I love you because it is in me to do so. I will always love you, always. There is a world where you're in love with me, as I am you; All I can do now, is hope that this is that same very world, and that as days go by, we draw closer to one-another, rather than further apart. In truth, friendship, in the very least, would serve as a worthy reward...for all the worry, all the wonder, and all the willing I've done for you; in honesty...I'm ashamed in my inability to let go--yet also proud, that I am able to love this much, this hard. To see you with someone else, now, would be a gentle relief; to know that you are kept in love, with graciousness...a subtle gift, an answer to a prayer I asked. Loneliness, I wouldn't wish upon you for anything--love is, in fact, my whole wish for you--be it mine, or not. While I can wish that it will be mine, I've also wished for you, the very best--I would want not for my flaws to burden you. Flaws are what create our perfection; God is, as I am. Losing you, the flame of fear that set my heart and soul to fire; Cancerous, weakened, plagued--premonitions impolitely penetrated my fragile, eggshell mind… the death of a friend, fast-forwarded and reflected into my mind's-eye; How could I forget a face like yours--eyes like those? How could I not know you, as I have? Tears bearing your name roll over my nose, like the rain on a rose...the burden of belonging to one, rather than some; To all, rather than none. So now, I keep my favorite photo of you in my phone...a comfort, to the weary and wounded heart I carry. I can pretend that your sweet voice accompanies mine, as I sing to soothe myself, as I sway in solitude; A gentle kiss, I imagine to give, if ever the chance. I love you, without reason to--and with every reason to, I love you. Find me, again As the ship departs, charging to go into warp speed, Sonny is left alone on his own planet; as a slight panic falls over him, A key-like object falls from the ship as it dissappars at warp speed into a portal. As his hands clap together, catching the object, the sound rings outward--this clapping pages The Skrillex, which lands promptly beside him, exclaiming-- "I AM SKRILLEX"; he has never seen this ship before, however proceeds onto the ship as though familiar with extra terrestrial phenomena all together. We only see him enter the ship; we do not follow him inside, but instead cut to Ū on the Interdimensional SpaceTime Station. On God. I need you to fix the Everything. Everything; The Machine What's wrong with it? We don't know. So, how can I fix it without knowing what's wrong? The Everything, Sir. What's she doing? A Conscious Machine It seems to be malfunctioning. It's at capacity. The entire existence? All of humanity. This entire entity— What's she doing? It has evaporated. ...they just vanished. But nobody cared, or noticed. ...because they were homeless. More clothes. Shoes. Oh no. Where'd they go?! Socks, pants— Entire actual outfits— —as if the people inside them had just been/- —yes, as I said. Evaporated. Just—remove this. End the simulation. What is this? That's the secret. An entire planet— She completely refabricated— An entire duplication All of humanity's records have been encrypted; each era of existence I can taste the smell of my breath And the scent of my sweet sweat Is just getting the better of me The better of me There's no time left, And thete's nothing left to give but love, in loveless, My friend, you're dead But this is where I've always been This is where I've always been And, You've been dead a year, my friend But I've always been here I've always been here And, It's just getting clearer, Some may, and some may not remember Come May, then quickly comes December Let me rest until September Never have I ever, Never does this end, Ashes and Embers, Ever clear, And Ever withers In my head, I rest my memory here EXT. CENTRAL PARK. DAY An old woman takes her daily walk, carrying with her a paper bag— Oh, I love this movie. So does Disney, apparently. Forget it, Disney would never hire me. Why not? They hired him. That was before. What is “before”? SIR. Your Highness. The King is here! —which—King? “The” King, Your Majesty. In this realm? Yessir! Goddamit. What's wrong, sir? My good tie is dirty. Shall I phone the tailor. No— just— ??? Call the car. The car, sir? I'll go shopping myself. If you insist. MA. WHAT. WHERE'S THE SANDWHICHES? THE WHAT? THE SANDWHICHES, MA. Who the fuck are these people We'll get back to that later. [WORKING OUT FURIOUSLY] Hey. AAAAAAGGGGBHHHHH! [A heavyweight flies across the room.] (lol.) Uh. You okay? YEAH. Alright. AAAAAAAAAAGGHHGGGHHHHHHHH. [leaves quietly] (In the other room) Oh my God. I know. What happened. C'ESME'T!!!!!! Oh shit, The King is here. Ahem. Your highness. MOVE. ‘You'd best not have this in your possession.' The low, dark, and quite ominous voice said. The Amerhyst had done some strange things before now—it had hummed, vibrates, pulsated, and even rang; but now, on its own, without touching it all—it had begun to tumble, roll, and even OH SHIT. The Amerhyst began to levitate. OKAY, FUCK DILLON FRANCIS. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. THROW THAT THING, OUT THE WINDOW. Don't do that. OH MY GOD. WHAT IS WRO— RA. Oh God. Wait, where's Beyoncè in all of this. BEYONCÉ A war is coming. WAKANDA— NO, we're not doing “WAKANDA FOREVER” WAKANDA FOREVAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! DAMN. This is lit. This is the craziest Coachella ever. HANZEL Zhats because it's not ‘Coachella' What. It's not? I bought the tickets… HANZEL —zhis is zBeychella. Ah, shit. What. This is about to get. LADY IN JERSEY SKRILLEX! Oh my God, I forgot about that bitch. I didn't. She comes to all my shows. Damn. That sucks. INT/EXT. A FIREY PLANE CRASH So, that thing about Shia was, that— YATZEE. I WIN. GODDAMMIT. I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO PLAY THIS GAME. Fuck you. MORE WHIPPETS, DRAKE. DRAKE (Still dusting) Huh. NO, NOT YOU. I found a new muse; That's no good for you— Why would I keep you around Why would I keep you around Why would I keep SUPACREE I WANT A REFUND ITUNES FOR WHAT. SUPACREE HONESTLy, NEVERMIND. ITUNES WHY? FLASHBACK: [at the gym: hears massive] OOOOOH. [buys entire album] YAS, I CANT WAIT TO— [first listen] Honestly, Nevermimd. Lol. Goddamit. Wow. SUPACREE TAKE IT BACK. ITUNES NO. SUPACREE WHAT! WHY?! ITUNES YOURE WELCOME. Uhhhhhhhh. Uhhhh. What's up with them. [Earlier] More whippets, plz. God damn, dude. Ok. I'm just livid *huffs whippet* I should be livin with Skrillex Or gettin lit at the mellinium with Eminem in denim Addendum: Adderall and aluminum, Whatever was in this fuckin melon, And a million men a minute, If you're into it You know what. What. Honestly, all I really wanted was my dick sucked. That's all anyone ever wants, really. What. //SLAP-DICKSUCK-SLAP// *complete and total bewilderment* Uh. What. You should not put Jimmy Fallon in this. —Jimmy Fallon put himself in this. JIMMY FALLON LOL. WATCH THIS. Uh. JIMMU FALLON (CONT'D) Hehehe. Uh. Please explain this. Maybe later. I gotta do some butt stuff. Ew! At the fucking gym! Don't be gross! INT. EQUINOX SPORTS CLUB, NEW YORK SKRILLEX. Wtf time of day is “Skrillex”? What planet is this?! This is Skrillex. “The Endless Night” What time does the sun come up? Which Sun? Beg your pardon! Please, don't beg. How many suns does this planet have?! We have six. Well, when does the first one come up? Eventually. “Eventually.” Hey, uh, Timmy? Yeah? What happened to Jesus? He was just over there. How long's it been? Idk. Like ten minutes. Alright— She works 6-10 Ok Then 10-6 Jesus Christ. Here, take this. Jee, thanks, I guess. Don't thank me yet. Hey, look. It'sa— Fuxk it. ^^^its a bell. CANE. What, Abel? Fuxk, I hate this story. Merry Christmas! Fuxk this shit. What time do you guys open? We haven't closed yet… m.m Well what time do you guys close? Never. This is hopeless. Do you really think it's going to work. It has to. What if it doesn't. Fuxk it, we're all rich. Not me. My parents took all my money and spent it. Hush, Gary Coleman— God rest his soul! The dead NEVER REST At least, not yet Wanna bet? Eat shit, Ariana! That's MADAME GRANDE! No it isn't. You're right, it's princess! …I had ramen noodles for breakfast. —most of us are rich. Are you sure she won't remember you? Don't worry. She won't remember any of the black characters. No one does. I got this. Ni-no-Nick-Nick-n-nick-nick-nick NICKELODEON. Hey there. Uh. Face here! Why wasn't this creepy when I was 5? Idk. It's creepy as fuxk, now, though. *whawhawhawha* And, Jimmy Fallon has a galaxy, expanded from an unplanned catastrophe, you see—another cosmic cataclysmic explosion of light, color and frequency created by the pressure that comes from being nothing, and something within you telling you something's something—but nothing's nothing —and it's interrupting the peace—or rather—lack there-of-cause there's nothin' greater you're aware of, in fact—you're not there— you're nothing and Nothing — Hey— —nothing— —what's what? What? Seems like something. What's ‘something' ? something's something— nah, can't be, because everything is nothing; “ Well, then, what's “because—?” Because is because…? Because, what? What's what? What's what— what? WHAT WHAT WHAT?! >>>Well, at least they play South Park Now

[The Festival Project.™] {Enter The Multiverse} LEGENDS ASCENCION SCARY MONSTERS & SUPACREE THE iNSOMNIAC DEATHWISH SEASON 6 ACT III PART IV (An Anthology Compilation) It's life in grey; I'm not okay— Amen, Amen, Amen It's life in black; I'm just a hack I should go back Okay, then Amen Amen— A— It's life in blue; I still love you; I'm on my way, then Amen, Amen Amen— I hate men, But, you know what hate is? I loved so much that I changed it Changed it Change this: Your way of thinking, Today It's life in pink; You know what I think? It's always spring in LA, But I hate it I'm not okay, okay? I just might not make it TO U II [Working Title] END SCENE I, having run off from I, runs into a forest alongside The Endless River, which opens out into a beautiful meadow, the micolored cosmic sky twinkling sweetly above, strange auroras dancing in the skies; a field of glowing and stardusted singing wishflowers at her feet, she frustratingly falls into them, soft grass puffing with the twinkling sounds of fairy dust and sprites (a homage to the lion king) the wishflowers softly sing her to sleep with the subtle and sweet frequencies of Skrillex. (A homage to the wizard of Oz) From Above & Beyond, a flock of Cosmic Creatures in flight spot a golden glimmer from afar; they descend dimensions-- to get a closer look; Closing in on the universe within the confines of a massive structure, which propels itself seamlessly through galaxies faster than the speed of light and sound, though she appears as a large golden space station, slowly drifting through the atmosphere. Manned by yet unseen beings, the golden ship descends upon Skrillex, almost silentl— a swishing whir as the ship, more similar to a futuristic building, an ovaline rounded structure seemingly structured in brass, gold, and silver as it docks to the soft soil of planetary terrain. The landing is soft enough not to have awaken Ū, still sleeping; but an immense light pours from the openings of the ship, waking her--and blinding Sonny as he finally approaches from behind, having been searching for her. She is drawn into the light; he shields his eyes as the beings emerge from their massive station. Monologue/Montage I fell in love with you...it was an accident. I fell in love with you, because I had to; I hadn't thought about it before, but i've been thinking about it ever since. Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, we wouldn't have come face-to-face… Had I succeeded in my attempted suicide, I'd have no reason to write something so pathetic as this, pititul letter, which you will probably never read. Probably, anyway. I've spent a majority of my lifetime very deeply troubled, yearning for all the attention one could ever crave--until suddenly, I no longer craved any at all. Solitude, rather than isolation, became sacred, and safe to me; It was in the solace and quiet of my very own world, that you entered my kingdom...and it became ‘ours'. Silence. Nature. Astrology. My greatest found pleasures, in a cavalcade of endless self-doubt, self-loathing...a tiresome collection of all the hatred I've harbored for myself in my twenty-something years. I fell in love with you...I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do anything, except be. Another festival, another escapade...another chance to dance, in the sunlight--the moonlight, under stars… And under the stars, is where I was forced to find you. Now, it seems, can't escape your presence--or lack-thereof. Unrequited? Perhaps. But, not unprovoked. I love you because it is in me to do so. I will always love you, always. There is a world where you're in love with me, as I am you; All I can do now, is hope that this is that same very world, and that as days go by, we draw closer to one-another, rather than further apart. In truth, friendship, in the very least, would serve as a worthy reward...for all the worry, all the wonder, and all the willing I've done for you; in honesty...I'm ashamed in my inability to let go--yet also proud, that I am able to love this much, this hard. To see you with someone else, now, would be a gentle relief; to know that you are kept in love, with graciousness...a subtle gift, an answer to a prayer I asked. Loneliness, I wouldn't wish upon you for anything--love is, in fact, my whole wish for you--be it mine, or not. While I can wish that it will be mine, I've also wished for you, the very best--I would want not for my flaws to burden you. Flaws are what create our perfection; God is, as I am. Losing you, the flame of fear that set my heart and soul to fire; Cancerous, weakened, plagued--premonitions impolitely penetrated my fragile, eggshell mind… the death of a friend, fast-forwarded and reflected into my mind's-eye; How could I forget a face like yours--eyes like those? How could I not know you, as I have? Tears bearing your name roll over my nose, like the rain on a rose...the burden of belonging to one, rather than some; To all, rather than none. So now, I keep my favorite photo of you in my phone...a comfort, to the weary and wounded heart I carry. I can pretend that your sweet voice accompanies mine, as I sing to soothe myself, as I sway in solitude; A gentle kiss, I imagine to give, if ever the chance. I love you, without reason to--and with every reason to, I love you. Find me, again As the ship departs, charging to go into warp speed, Sonny is left alone on his own planet; as a slight panic falls over him, A key-like object falls from the ship as it dissappars at warp speed into a portal. As his hands clap together, catching the object, the sound rings outward--this clapping pages The Skrillex, which lands promptly beside him, exclaiming-- "I AM SKRILLEX"; he has never seen this ship before, however proceeds onto the ship as though familiar with extra terrestrial phenomena all together. We only see him enter the ship; we do not follow him inside, but instead cut to Ū on the Interdimensional SpaceTime Station. On God. I need you to fix the Everything. Everything; The Machine What's wrong with it? We don't know. So, how can I fix it without knowing what's wrong? The Everything, Sir. What's she doing? A Conscious Machine It seems to be malfunctioning. It's at capacity. The entire existence? All of humanity. This entire entity— What's she doing? It has evaporated. ...they just vanished. But nobody cared, or noticed. ...because they were homeless. More clothes. Shoes. Oh no. Where'd they go?! Socks, pants— Entire actual outfits— —as if the people inside them had just been/- —yes, as I said. Evaporated. Just—remove this. End the simulation. What is this? That's the secret. An entire planet— She completely refabricated— An entire duplication All of humanity's records have been encrypted; each era of existence I can taste the smell of my breath And the scent of my sweet sweat Is just getting the better of me The better of me There's no time left, And thete's nothing left to give but love, in loveless, My friend, you're dead But this is where I've always been This is where I've always been And, You've been dead a year, my friend But I've always been here I've always been here And, It's just getting clearer, Some may, and some may not remember Come May, then quickly comes December Let me rest until September Never have I ever, Never does this end, Ashes and Embers, Ever clear, And Ever withers In my head, I rest my memory here EXT. CENTRAL PARK. DAY An old woman takes her daily walk, carrying with her a paper bag— Oh, I love this movie. So does Disney, apparently. Forget it, Disney would never hire me. Why not? They hired him. That was before. What is “before”? SIR. Your Highness. The King is here! —which—King? “The” King, Your Majesty. In this realm? Yessir! Goddamit. What's wrong, sir? My good tie is dirty. Shall I phone the tailor. No— just— ??? Call the car. The car, sir? I'll go shopping myself. If you insist. MA. WHAT. WHERE'S THE SANDWHICHES? THE WHAT? THE SANDWHICHES, MA. Who the fuck are these people We'll get back to that later. [WORKING OUT FURIOUSLY] Hey. AAAAAAGGGGBHHHHH! [A heavyweight flies across the room.] (lol.) Uh. You okay? YEAH. Alright. AAAAAAAAAAGGHHGGGHHHHHHHH. [leaves quietly] (In the other room) Oh my God. I know. What happened. C'ESME'T!!!!!! Oh shit, The King is here. Ahem. Your highness. MOVE. ‘You'd best not have this in your possession.' The low, dark, and quite ominous voice said. The Amerhyst had done some strange things before now—it had hummed, vibrates, pulsated, and even rang; but now, on its own, without touching it all—it had begun to tumble, roll, and even OH SHIT. The Amerhyst began to levitate. OKAY, FUCK DILLON FRANCIS. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. THROW THAT THING, OUT THE WINDOW. Don't do that. OH MY GOD. WHAT IS WRO— RA. Oh God. Wait, where's Beyoncè in all of this. BEYONCÉ A war is coming. WAKANDA— NO, we're not doing “WAKANDA FOREVER” WAKANDA FOREVAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! DAMN. This is lit. This is the craziest Coachella ever. HANZEL Zhats because it's not ‘Coachella' What. It's not? I bought the tickets… HANZEL —zhis is zBeychella. Ah, shit. What. This is about to get. LADY IN JERSEY SKRILLEX! Oh my God, I forgot about that bitch. I didn't. She comes to all my shows. Damn. That sucks. INT/EXT. A FIREY PLANE CRASH So, that thing about Shia was, that— YATZEE. I WIN. GODDAMMIT. I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO PLAY THIS GAME. Fuck you. MORE WHIPPETS, DRAKE. DRAKE (Still dusting) Huh. NO, NOT YOU. I found a new muse; That's no good for you— Why would I keep you around Why would I keep you around Why would I keep SUPACREE I WANT A REFUND ITUNES FOR WHAT. SUPACREE HONESTLy, NEVERMIND. ITUNES WHY? FLASHBACK: [at the gym: hears massive] OOOOOH. [buys entire album] YAS, I CANT WAIT TO— [first listen] Honestly, Nevermimd. Lol. Goddamit. Wow. SUPACREE TAKE IT BACK. ITUNES NO. SUPACREE WHAT! WHY?! ITUNES YOURE WELCOME. Uhhhhhhhh. Uhhhh. What's up with them. [Earlier] More whippets, plz. God damn, dude. Ok. I'm just livid *huffs whippet* I should be livin with Skrillex Or gettin lit at the mellinium with Eminem in denim Addendum: Adderall and aluminum, Whatever was in this fuckin melon, And a million men a minute, If you're into it You know what. What. Honestly, all I really wanted was my dick sucked. That's all anyone ever wants, really. What. //SLAP-DICKSUCK-SLAP// *complete and total bewilderment* Uh. What. You should not put Jimmy Fallon in this. —Jimmy Fallon put himself in this. JIMMY FALLON LOL. WATCH THIS. Uh. JIMMU FALLON (CONT'D) Hehehe. Uh. Please explain this. Maybe later. I gotta do some butt stuff. Ew! At the fucking gym! Don't be gross! INT. EQUINOX SPORTS CLUB, NEW YORK SKRILLEX. Wtf time of day is “Skrillex”? What planet is this?! This is Skrillex. “The Endless Night” What time does the sun come up? Which Sun? Beg your pardon! Please, don't beg. How many suns does this planet have?! We have six. Well, when does the first one come up? Eventually. “Eventually.” Hey, uh, Timmy? Yeah? What happened to Jesus? He was just over there. How long's it been? Idk. Like ten minutes. Alright— She works 6-10 Ok Then 10-6 Jesus Christ. Here, take this. Jee, thanks, I guess. Don't thank me yet. Hey, look. It'sa— Fuxk it. ^^^its a bell. CANE. What, Abel? Fuxk, I hate this story. Merry Christmas! Fuxk this shit. What time do you guys open? We haven't closed yet… m.m Well what time do you guys close? Never. This is hopeless. Do you really think it's going to work. It has to. What if it doesn't. Fuxk it, we're all rich. Not me. My parents took all my money and spent it. Hush, Gary Coleman— God rest his soul! The dead NEVER REST At least, not yet Wanna bet? Eat shit, Ariana! That's MADAME GRANDE! No it isn't. You're right, it's princess! …I had ramen noodles for breakfast. —most of us are rich. Are you sure she won't remember you? Don't worry. She won't remember any of the black characters. No one does. I got this. Ni-no-Nick-Nick-n-nick-nick-nick NICKELODEON. Hey there. Uh. Face here! Why wasn't this creepy when I was 5? Idk. It's creepy as fuxk, now, though. *whawhawhawha* And, Jimmy Fallon has a galaxy, expanded from an unplanned catastrophe, you see—another cosmic cataclysmic explosion of light, color and frequency created by the pressure that comes from being nothing, and something within you telling you something's something—but nothing's nothing —and it's interrupting the peace—or rather—lack there-of-cause there's nothin' greater you're aware of, in fact—you're not there— you're nothing and Nothing — Hey— —nothing— —what's what? What? Seems like something. What's ‘something' ? something's something— nah, can't be, because everything is nothing; “ Well, then, what's “because—?” Because is because…? Because, what? What's what? What's what— what? WHAT WHAT WHAT?! >>>Well, at least they play South Park Now

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2 Timothy 3:1-5 But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having the appearance of godliness, but denying its power. Avoid such people.Father God in the name of your son Jesus, we come before you today first thank you for waking us up another day, thank you for giving us another day, to serve you another day to be an example on this earth of your good, your majesty, your grace, and your mercy.Lord, we thank you for your Word for in your Word you told us we would face these times, and your Word has proven over and over to be true and prophetic.  In Matthew 5:18 you confirmed, “until heaven and earth disappear, not the smallest letter, not the least stroke of a pen, will by any means disappear from the Law until everything is accomplished”As we approach your throne this morning, know that your Word is true, all we can do is humble our hearts, renew our minds and ask that you steer and guide us, give us a spirit of discernment, and let us not become consumed to the ways of this world.  Let us seek truth over popularity, “celebritism”, money, and fame.  Let us not walk in a spirit of selfishness, guard our tongues that we do not speak a slanderous word again another for we know all souls were created engraved with your divine destiny, we respect and humble all that you create and every purpose you have laid out in your plans.Lord and every household and family represented under the sound of my voice, Lord I ask that you bless, protect, cover, exalt, and elevate in your purpose.  Anything that is not of your will working against the households and families represented, we ask that you take control of it, shift the atmosphere in each home to align with your will and your purpose, and let praise to you oh God be the paint on their walls, let humility be rooted in the floors they walk on and let the Holy Spirit consume the water they bathe and drink, align each household with your Kingdom.We give you glory, we give you honor we give you praise.  And we thank you in advance for your continued protection, direction, grace, mercy, and blessing. Amen Amen and AmenThank you for joining us in prayer this morning, I pray you “deem” this prayer worthy of sharing, for we all need to get back to the basic principles of the righteousness of God.  

Amen Amen. Well, good morning church, let's uh let's bring it on in. I love how friendly everyone is. Um it's a great joy to be with you all this morning, my name is Alex if I haven't met you yet, I'm on staff here at our church. I lead or co lead the college ministry christian challenge here at sewer. The pastors Mike, Shayne, Ben and dan have asked me this morning uh, to preach, they've given me and

Consecration of The Family To The Sacred Heart Of Jesus

Consecration of The Family To The Sacred Heart Of Jesus

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Father God in the name of your son Jesus, we give you honor and praise first and foremost for waking us up this morning, for granting us another day, not because we are so deserving, but because you are so merciful.Lord today all around the globe people are celebrating and honoring mothers. Lord, we come before your throne, today to say thank you.  Lord, we thank you not just for the mothers who bore a child from their womb, we thank you and also give honor to those who have exalted the spirit of mothering.Lord, we thank you for …. and honor grandmothers, stepmothers, foster mothers, aunties, godmothers, and those who may not have been natural mothers, but who YOU by YOUR divine design put in place to sacrifice the time, energy and effort to mother and nurture us. And to every mother, and everyone with a mothering spirit, we honor you today for  the sacrifices you have made, for the late nights you have spent  rocking and calming a sick child. Thank you for the times you remained committed to your call and never stopped cooking, teaching, washing, wiping, scrubbing, mixing, stirring, hugging, patting, disciplining, holding, writing, erasing, painting, and pouring. We thank you for finding patience when it seemed your patience had run out.Lord, we thank you and honor our mothers for their wisdom, for without their wisdom many of us would not know you .Lord, We thank you and honor our mothers for their words, words  that will forever resonate in our minds and hearts, And yes Lord we thank you and honor our mothers for their even for their discipline.  for without their discipline many of us would not have made this far.Lord God  as we exalt gratitude for our mothers, we bow to your throne in recognition that your son Jesus, became human through a woman, through the mother of all mothers.  Lord it is our prayer that all mothers and every mothering spirit stand with the same courage  Mary did, trusting in you when faced with the uncertainty the life of  every child brings. Let every mother, oh God …. find joy and delight in their children, as they remain diligently committed to their godly assignment through the trials of motherhoodLord God in the name of your son  we ask that you strengthen mothers, guide them, direct them, hold their hand, speak to their hearts, let each one draw closer to you, let each one lean on you for understanding, let each one embrace your word as their standard as they shape, mold, and  teach our next generation of leaders, professionals,  entrepreneurs educators, politicians, parents, elders, missionaries, and pastors.Lord, give each mother a worshipful reverence of you, the Creator and Sustainer of life. Help each mother to rest in the knowledge that they are but stewards of your children and that only your Spirit can produce change in the hearts and minds of each boy and girl. May each mother find rest in you.As we honor mothers today, we give God the glory, and we give God our praise.  Amen Amen and Amen.

J'ai appris il y a longtemps que le « Amen Amen (répété ou non) je vous le dis » de Jésus ne signifie pas d'abord « en vérité , en vérité, je vous le dis», c'est-à-dire une insistance sur le contenu de ce que Jésus va dire à ses auditeurs, sur le fait qu'il le partage avec eux. En … Continued

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Words by Jon SwalesVoice by Jon & Sarah SwalesMusic from Chris Sayburn, 'It Pours' Used with PermissionFather of Creation,God and Father of our Lord Jesus ChristWith ConfidenceWe Approach your throne of graceTo receive mercyAnd find graceAnd help in our time of need.To you be all praise and glory.Our need is great,For we face shipwreck in the storm of climate breakdown.Our need is great,As the winds of unrestrained capitalism,And the waves of consumerism,Have charted a course to ruin.Lord have mercyOur need is great,For your church has fallen asleep at the wheel,Lord have mercy.Our need is great,But your grace is greater,And your mercy ever sweet.To you be praise and gloryFather of Creation,Remember your great mercy and love, for they are from of old. Do not remember the sins our arrogant youth and our rebellious ways;We have drank deep from the wells of empire,Our vision is blurred,We stagger about as though blind,Unaware of what befalls,As temperatures rise,Remember us.For you O Lord are good.As sea levels rise,Remember us,For you O lord are goodOur need is great,But your grace is greater,And your mercy ever sweet.To you be praise and gloryFather of CreationOut of the depths we cry to you, Lord; Lord, hear  our voice. Let your ears be attentive to our cry for mercy.And, perhaps Lord you have a word for us,A word for your sleeping churchPerhaps, O Father, you would say‘Awake O Sleeper and Rise from the DeadI have called you to be the hands and feet of my Son.'For a such a time as this,I have called my church to compassion,I have called my church to justice.‘Awake O Sleeper and Rise from the DeadI have called my church to look and love like Jesus'.To welcome the climate refugee,Feed the Hungry,Live as PeacemakersEmbody mercySpeak Truth to Power,Build Community,Live  humbly,Flip Tables of injustice.Do JusticeTo live lives of self giving sacrificial love.Father of Creation,God and Father of our Lord Jesus ChristWith ConfidenceWe Approach your throne of graceTo receive mercyAnd find graceAnd help in our time of need.To you be all praise and glory.Our need is great,For we face shipwreck in the storm of climate breakdown.Our need is great,As the winds of unrestrained capitalism,And the waves of consumerism,Have charted a course to ruin.Lord have mercyOur need is great,For your church has fallen asleep at the wheel,Lord have mercy.Our need is great,But your grace is greater,And your mercy ever sweet.To you be praise and gloryAmen, Amen Amen

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Sermon by Edwin Eby Amen is an invocation to God.

The word amen is familiar to all.  But few know its origins and its true meaning, which actually strikes at the very essence of what it means to believe and have rock-solid faith.

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“12:24. Amen, amen, I say to you, unless the grain of wheat falling into the ground die, 12:25. Itself remaineth alone. But if it die it bringeth forth much fruit. He that loveth his life shall lose it and he that hateth his life in this world keepeth it unto life eternal. 12:26. If any man minister to me, let him follow me: and where I am, there also shall my minister be. If any man”“minister to me, him will my Father honour. Excerpt From The Bible, Douay-Rheims, Complete Anonymous https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-bible-douay-rheims-complete/id955129088 This material may be protected by copyright. Music is Amen dico vobis, music by Aurelio Porfiri.

The 4th of July marks Independence Day as a federal holiday in the United States commemorating the event that took place in 1776 where thirteen American colonies were no longer subject to the monarch of Britain and were now united, free, and independent states.We as a nation may have been free from the rule of Britain, but we are charged to trust the word of God and strive to exalt unity, not independence.Matthew 12:25 But Jesus knew their thoughts and said to them: “Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation, and every city or house divided against itself will not stand. We have become a nation that has allowed prejudices, politics, and greed to divide us. When the truth is no man, no woman, no child can ever live independently, for independence is an ungodly illusion.  Everything God created, every creature of nature, every form of vegetation, every element of our environment was created to depend on something else to maintain its existence. Man cannot thrive independently of women, women cannot flourish independently of men, nor can one race progress and fulfill their God-ordained purpose for humanity independent of other races.We are now on the conquering side of the worst pandemic to plague our universe in this nation. We lost a total of 605,000 lives. During the civil war we lost 625,000 and largely because of the increased religious sentiment existing during the Civil War, the motto IN GOD WE TRUST was adopted and during the last year of that horrific war, that motto was the first place on United States currency.  But why was "currency" used to earmark this nation's commitment to God? Because currency determines a nation's economic health and the well-being of all the people residing in it.  Good gesture, but the truth is we as citizens of this nation are still struggling to hold on to the demonic illusion of independence rather than the rule of God we trust.I want to leave you today with two scriptures Proverbs 14:34 and Psalm 33:12 which collectively read Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people and Blessed is the nation whose God is their LordLord, we call on your name as we lift our heads to the heavens, asking for a renewal of the minds of your people, the shifting of the hearts of those who walk in the spirit of deception. On this day as our country celebrates its independence, we ask that you ignite in every soul a spirit of peace and unity and to rely on just "One", you the Almighty One.  Amen Amen and Amen 

(Revelation 22:20-21) Revelation and all of Scripture ends with a word of assurance and agreement. Today we look at the double "Amen" found at the end of the Bible. Will you make it your own? 

(Revelation 22:20-21) Revelation and all of Scripture ends with a word of assurance and agreement. Today we look at the double "Amen" found at the end of the Bible. Will you make it your own? 

Kevin Perry • Jesus is one with His Father, and He always works in agreement with in His will. And for all who trust in Jesus, they will also become one with the Son and the Father through the power of the Spirit. This is good news for all who will hear and receive.

Daf 18 of Maseches Sotah. This series is hosted by Hadassah Shemtov and Devorah Silberstein.

A strong prayer for joy and excitement

Sermon by Edwin Eby Amen is a transliterate word that means “so let it be”. We use it to invoke God at the end of our prayers. This unpacks the true meaning of the use of Amen.

Come journey with me into the Cosmos of His Love and in the fullness of His Covenant with you Amen & Amen

A Sermon Series in the book of Romans

In this episode Tee and Tay talk faith moves with Christine Jakay Lockridge! Their big sis gives advice to young entrepreneurs on their faith walk and shares a message from the Lordt during some technical difficulty! Amen & Amen! Stay connected with us on FB and IG @teeandtaypod! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/teeandtaypod/support

It's a simple prayer, but boy is it powerful! Have you ever prayed this? "Lord, let me do amazing things through You today!" Pray this and then put on your seatbelt and get ready for the ride of your life as you do amazing things, like saying hi to people you used to avoid; or waving to someone who hates your guts; or handing that corner homeless guy/gal a dollar. Yes, the "amazing" things we might be asked to do may seem like nothing, but think about it! You asked God to use YOU in an amazing way, and we will leave it to God to be glorified in our simple ways. Amen? Amen! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/eradio-valverde/support

John 16:23 tells us “In that day…you won't question me. Truly, truly I tell you, whatever you ask the Father in my name, he will give it to you.” Truly, truly I tell you is “amen, amen lego” ‘Amen’ is the Hebrew word for faith, believe, so be it or absolute surety. Lego is ‘I tell you’ originally meaning lay down to sleep, later used as putting an argument to rest. So, John is telling us amen, amen lego…what I’m about to say is an absolute truth that never fails. Lay down and rest in this. Whatever you ‘ask’ the Father in my name will be given you. Dr. Kay Fairchild, “The word ‘ask’ was wrongly translated from ‘aiteo’ which should mean: to lay claim or to realize that which is already ours. It is akin to the word ‘receive’ which simply means: To take unto oneself that which already belongs to us…often we hear well-meaning individuals asking for things in prayer, rather than knowing that all things are already theirs.” If you've been encouraged by this message and Freedom Ministries, please consider sharing it with others and giving online at https://give.cornerstone.cc/Freedom+Ministries

August 2, 2020 Pastor Virgil Ewoldt - Amen, Amen! We All Say Amen! - Psalm 136:1-9 by Sermons of Pastor Paul Kaldahl

Host Pc finds a great prayer from Lions of Judah studio. The prayer to to cancel the evil plans and protect yourself your family against the plans of the evil. I pray this gets to those who need to hear it Lord. I pray they who hear this use it to battle the evil in the world and protect themselves with the strength of the Holy mighty GOD. I pray this in Jesus name, in Jesus name, in Jesus name. Amen Amen!!!Support the show (https://neo420.com/shop-cbd/donation/)

WE'RE BACK! It's been quite a while. There's been a few life changes but we're back on track! This episode, we talk about the COVID-19 pandemic and reiterate that Y'ALL NEED TO STAY HOME! Thanks for listening! Don't forget to share! Amen? Amen. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/grab-yo-neighbor/support

Dr. Daniel Amen is a double board-certified psychiatrist, professor and brain health expert as well as a 10-time New York Times bestselling author.  His latest book is entitled The End of Mental Illness. Over 30 years ago, Dr Amen pioneered brain imaging, known as SPECT imaging, as a better way to more accurately diagnose mental illness and understand what’s causing it.  The post 465: How to Improve Your Brain Health With Psychiatrist Dr. Daniel Amen, Amen Clinics [K-Cup DoubleShot] appeared first on Time4Coffee.

Dr. Daniel Amen is a double board-certified psychiatrist, professor and brain health expert as well as a 10-time New York Times bestselling author.  His latest book is entitled The End of Mental Illness. The post 463: Why You Need to See The Brain to Diagnose Mental Illness With Psychiatrist Dr. Daniel Amen, Amen Clinics [K-Cup DoubleShot] appeared first on Time4Coffee.

Dr. Daniel Amen is a double board-certified psychiatrist, professor and brain health expert as well as a 10-time New York Times bestselling author.  His latest book is entitled The End of Mental Illness. Over 30 years ago, Dr Amen pioneered brain imaging, known as SPECT imaging, as a better way to more accurately diagnose mental illness and understand what’s causing it.  The post 461: How to End Mental Illness With Psychiatrist Dr. Daniel Amen, Amen Clinics [Main T4C Episode] appeared first on Time4Coffee.

Guest host is Sad Cinderella this episode.Intro Music (“CMJCMJH Theme”) is ‘Cowpoke’ by Javelin"Bird's Lament" - Moondog "Les Pingoins S'amusent" - Dominique Guiot "The Frog's Fandango" - Woo "Symphony For A Spider Plant" - Mort Garson (Sunbeam Bread Ad) "Gospel Tune" - Sandy Bull "8 Day Clock" - Richard Johnson "O Sacrum Convivium" - Susan Alcorn (Sunbeam Bread Ad) "The Inflated Tear" - Rahsaan Roland Kirk "Holywood Dream Trip" - Syrinx "Untitled" - Jon Gibson "Ghosts" - Daniel Schmidt (Vintage Sunbeam Ad) "The Well-Tuned Piano" - La Monte Young "Sunbeam Jingle" - Waylon Jennings "Kazuko" - Pharoah Sanders

Do you ever say, "All I can do is pray!" And then forget to pray?! And isn't that thinking the wrong way around? The most anyone can do is pray. I forget that all too often. Some thoughts on the goodness of prayer:“Prayer does not fit us for the greater work; prayer is the greater work.” – Oswald ChambersGod's interested in what He does in the person praying as much as the answer to that prayer.“God can handle your doubt, anger, fear, grief, confusion, and questions. You can bring everything to him in prayer.” – Rick WarrenThere's no surprising our Heavenly Father with our innermost thoughts and griefs and frustrations - so he welcomes us to come to Him day in and day out, like a good, good Father.  “Prayers outlive the lives of those who uttered them; outlive a generation, outlive an age, outlive a world.” – E.M BoundsI can't get over that thought: our prayers outlive us. Sounds like legacy living. Makes me want to pray more, you too? "It is possible to move men, through God, by prayer alone.” – Hudson TaylorI like this quote the most. Sometimes my man needs my prayer much more than my words. (All the time?) And much more can be accomplished. Amen? Amen.  ::::::::::::::::: How to invest in what matters beyond ourselves. We have one life - let’s make the most of it for God, others, and eternity.Subscribe:Choose one of these popular free listening services, and subscribe there:  For further thoughts on faith, food and legacy--follow Sue at Welcomeheart.com Read Sue's blog here-- WelcomeHeart.comSubscribe to my blog at WelcomeHeart.com here to receive weekly thoughts on faith, legacy and a good recipe or two. Welcome, welcome! So glad you came! 

Have you heard the little white sneaker story? Listen in as Angel Murchison and friends discuss the power of prayer. You will hear stories of real lives and God's faithfulness. The power of agreement, answers to prayer and at the end you will have an opportunity to join your faith for this awakening that is breaking loose... Amen? Amen! Tune in, be blessed and share with a friend. Blessings, Angel

January 26, 2020: "Amen, Amen"

This is a Reload of the original episode of Jenny's Journeys: Celebrating Life 1 episode at a time!Hear the story of Jenny learning how just a teaspoon of Faith, tsp, can overcome devastating life changing momentsthrough a little bit of prayers and forgiveness. Amen & Amen!

On this episode, I remind you about two things: One: Reminder about not going to the grocery store hungry like I did on Sunday night after getting home. Trust me, it did not go well. The snack at Trader Joe’s did not help either. I tried it. I bought it. We now have gingerbread crackers in our snacks bin. LOL. Two: Pick your carbs wisely. For instance, if you know you are going to have a glutinously delicious meal at dinner, skip the bread at lunch. If your tummy is not so fond of gluten, but you’re not really allergic to it (my situation), try using complex carbs in your meals most of the time. Along with this I mention how I try to have my “real” pasta or bread every other day, and try to not make it two days in a row. Just a guide, not a rule and it totally does NOT happen on vacation! LOL. I also go over how I made spaghetti squash on a school night. You meet my kid. You hear my kid and see me desperately trying to stay calm with her. Oy vey, momma life is a rollercoaster! Amen? AMEN! Of course, I also chat about my meal plan for the week (check out my social to see how they turn out): Monday: Lentils over spaghetti squash with southern greens Tuesday: Split pea soup (add leeks + greens cooked in bacon fat) with GF chicken nuggets Wednesday: Veggie filled ravioli, chicken sausage and grilled asparagus Thursday: Sausage meatballs in baked potatoes + chopped salad Friday: Chicken tacos and grilled zucchini Message me for details on any of these! Did you love this episode? Share it with a friend! Then, click the subscribe button so you get notified when new episodes are released! If you have a few minutes, reviews are amazing and very appreciated! (Hint hint) I love hearing from you so much! Send me an email at risaauger@ymail.com or visit my website, risaauger.com. Your thoughts, comments, and questions inspire me for topics on new episodes. Send me your email to get a simple cauliflower steak recipe! Nope, I didn’t make this this week, but I have been craving it! If it calls to your tummy and you make it, I want to see it! Tag me in your pics or posts, pretty please. Plus, take a peek at my social media to see what my meals this week end up looking like and get my thoughts on each one. I’d love to get your feedback. Comments are super appreciated! https://www.facebook.com/risaauger.creative.fit.hungry/ https://www.instagram.com/creative.fit.hungry/ --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/risa-auger/support

Nehemiah 8:1-6 & Malachi 1:6-9Speaker: Dr. Matt Soper

Part 2 of Becoming Your Brand: Give people something to follow. Show up powerfully online each day (first in real time, then with repurposed content). Let us get to know you + like you! When you share consistently and authentically people get a feel for who you are. Make your online presence FEEL like you. Amen? Amen. #throwback to this 2016 Training Get all three videos: https://amandafrances.com/becoming-your-brand/

Faithful & Fearless: Lesson 5/Day 8 Esther 6:12-14 #dwellingrichly #lmccwomen #biblestudy How many times is the name of God mentioned in Esther? Zero. How many times is prayer mentioned? Zero. What about the Temple? Again, zero. How many times has God’s will been stopped? Ah, yes...once again, zero times. No matter who is on the throne; no matter who is scheming; no matter the time we have to wait or the length of our efforts to do the right thing or the efforts of those to do evil, God will have his way. Consider that truth today. Do you feel God is silent? Does he seem to be far off? Like the pagan god Baal, who Elijah mocked as being off on the toilet, does God feel like he’s got a “Do Not Disturb” sign out on his royal doorknob? Rest assured, and actually, do just that – rest. And while you rest, be assured that God is on the throne getting the job done for your best and for His glory today! Amen? Amen! Be sure to join me for the next day in our “Faithful and Fearless” lesson! The Dwelling Richly community Bible study meets at La Mirada Christian Church every other week: Mondays, 6:30pm or Tuesdays, 9:30am, February 5-April 30, 2019 Register online http://www.LMCCWomen.Eventbrite.com DOWNLOAD THE STUDY: https://www.jennifergrichmond.com/dwelling-richly-bible-study/ F O L L O W: https://www.Instagram.com/jennifergrichmond https://www.YouTube.com/c/jenniferrichmond https://www.Facebook.com/jenniferrichmondblog Share any prayer requests in the comment section below! M Y C H U R C H: http://lamiradachurch.com/ B I B L E: Bible App: https://www.bible.com/app

This sermon was recorded live in the 8:30 cafe service

This sermon was recorded live in the 8:30 cafe service

This sermon was recorded live in the 8:30 cafe service

October is Domestic Violence month. It's time the church arise with knowledge how to help God's people. What does God say about Domestic Violence? Angel Murchison interviews Kari Bradstreet and Rebecca Shaw from The Hope and Justice Project, Presque Isle, Maine. These ladies will give you some keen insight. Together, let's gain knowledge and empower others to live John 8:36 and John 10:10. It's time for God's people to work together and deal with the real issues of real people among us. Amen? Amen! Angel Murchison Destiny Moments

When we say the word Amen, many of us have gotten so used to saying it that it rolls of our tongues with no particular emphasis. Find out what we are actually saying when we utter the Hebrew word Amen.

【阿门粤语课第357期】今日句子：小Amen问大Amen，“点解恐龙会灭绝啊？”。Amen脑海里面当然有详细嘅答案，但我如果直接将答案讲畀佢听，毫无意义。于是大Amen问，“哇，呢个问题问得非常好！我咁大个人都唔系好明，小Amen，你可唔可以帮爸爸搵下呢个问题嘅答案啊？”后面点发展？我完全唔知，因为小Amen根本未出世。为人父母，要培养细路仔提出问题嘅激情，辩论嘅勇气，探索世界嘅手段，但系完全唔需要直接同佢讲正确答案。历史的今天：2017年10月27日1997年10月27日 50年前好莱坞“黑名单”平反　　50年前，美国电影行业编制了一份共产党嫌疑分子的“黑名单”；如今，好莱坞终于向那些曾经遭受迫害的电影界人士表示歉意——在电影行业无赖当道的那段历史中，当年那场运动可能是最可耻的一章。　　1997年10月27日举行的名为“好莱坞没有忘记黑名单”的纪念仪式，由颁发奥斯卡奖的美国电影艺术与科学学院主持。举行这个仪式是为了纪念电影界那些由于政治信仰而被禁止从事电影工作的人士。今日俗语：向飞发佬拜师，从头学起

We are looking at 3 acts (alms, prayer and fasting) that Jesus tells us we need to do with righteous motives. What motivates us to speak with God? How are we entering in to His presence? The passages that we are going to cover on prayer are recorded in Matthew 6 and Luke 11. Now we are going to cover 3 parts here. 1)How we pray. 2)What we pray. 3)The impact our forgiveness has on our prayers. 1.How We Pray. Matthew 6:5-8 As believers we should go to our Father who is in the “secret place” of our hearts and what the Father sees in “secret” will be rewarded. God know the secrets of your heart! If there be sin, confess it! Then begin praying. Don’t give vain praise. Therefore, Therefore what? Therefore, do not be like them. God knows the heart of even the simplest of prayers! 2.What we pray. Matthew 6:9-13 Jesus gives us a condensed framework in 6 parts. 1st - Acknowledge who God is! 2nd – Ask to be a part of His kingdom. 3rd – Provide us only what we need on a daily basis. 4th – Give me a heart like you! 5th – Let me be like Jesus! 6th – God – It is all in Your hands anyway and I submit to that! 3.The impact our forgiveness has on our prayers. Matthew 6:14-15 It is interesting that the piece that Jesus focuses in on, after giving us the prayer, is the piece that we are responsible for. We are responsible for one line. “As we forgive our debtors.” So, when we consider this whole idea of praying righteously… how are we doing? How do we even have the guts to go before a holy God and make petitions to Him, for our sake, and not take the time to make sure that we are in good standing with Him by forgiving others? We need to check ourselves. Jesus is giving us instruction on how to keep our prayers righteous. Let’s go to our Father in prayer, but let us do it with pure and righteous motives. Amen? Amen!

Isaiah 9:6 “For a Child is born to us, a Son is given to us.” (NLT) Luke 2:10-11 “I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people. 11 The Savior – yes, the Messiah, the Lord – has been born today in the town of Bethlehem, the city of David!” (NLT) John 3:16 “For God so loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.” (NLT) Do you realize that we are celebrating the anniversary of Jesus’ birth with heaven today? I wonder what Christmas in heaven is like? This morning we celebrate waking up to the greatest gift ever given. A Savior! God brought His Son into the world in a very unlikely way. Shepherds have come and confirm that the Messiah has arrived. God continues to confirm who Jesus is shortly following His birth. Luke 2:21-38 So let this sink in just a bit. You just had the Messiah, in a manger of all places Shepherd come and visit and tell you angels told us where we could find the Christ. You go to the Temple 8 days later and 2 random people, that walk with God so closely, come up to you and praise your Son for who He is. Talk about a whirlwind experience! Shortly after this the Wise Men are going to pay a visit and offer some gifts that would are typically given to rulers. They were a tribute to a King. Yet, another confirmation of who Jesus really was, the King of King and Lord of Lords. Today we celebrate the birth of our King of King and Lord of Lords. What gifts are we presenting Him with? All He wants for His birthday is our hearts! Spend some time today as you enjoy Christmas traditions and festivities and dedicate some time one on one with your Lord. Amen? Amen.

1 Peter 3 Instructions For Living 09/18/2016 Are we living “honorably?” 1 Peter 3:1-2 Wives, daughters, you need to hear this! 1 Peter 3:3-6 Now for the husbands. 1 Peter 3:7 “Treat her as you should so your prayers will not be hindered.” Are you giving your wife honor? 1 Peter 3:8-12 Are we living honorable lives? Here’s a better question… What do you lose by living an honorable life? 1 Peter 3:13-17 But here is the exciting part of today’s message. 1 Peter 3:18 Christ suffered. He suffered in a bad way. But He did so because He wants to do what? Bring us “safely home to God.” We have seen over and over in 1 Peter about how God’s intention is that we get to spend eternity with Him! We read about an “inexpressible joy” or being “truly glad” while suffering because of what? A “wonderful joy” that comes from being saved! We serve a living Savior! 1 Peter 3:18 Where did He go from His burial? 1 Peter 3:19-22 Scholars have differing ideas on what vs. 19-21 mean. But if you cut out all of the discussion of whether Jesus went and preached or not, there is one fact that remains undebated… He is alive! And He is seated “in the place of honor next to God.” Amen? Amen!

amen amen amen in birkat levana, is it allowed?. Jul 17, 2016

Intervienen:Victor M. Yeste, Javier Román, Giacco, Daniel Collado, Raúl Martín, David Freakman, Jaime Snow y Asier Menéndez. Editado por: Álvaro Gekko. Títulos: -1º.- CRISTAL OSCURO (The Dark Crystal), de Jim Henson y Frank Oz. 1982. Reino Unido. -2º.- LA CARRETERA (The Road), de John Hillcoat. 2009. USA. -3º.- AMEN (Amen), de Constantin Costa-Gravas. 2002. Francia. -4º.- DARKNESS (Darkness), de Jaume Balagueró. 2002. España. -5º.- LAS AMISTADES PELIGROSAS (Dangerous Liaisons), de Stephen Frears. 1988. Reino Unido.

Intervienen:Victor M. Yeste, Javier Román, Giacco, Daniel Collado, Raúl Martín, David Freakman, Jaime Snow y Asier Menéndez. Editado por: Álvaro Gekko. Títulos: -1º.- CRISTAL OSCURO (The Dark Crystal), de Jim Henson y Frank Oz. 1982. Reino Unido. -2º.- LA CARRETERA (The Road), de John Hillcoat. 2009. USA. -3º.- AMEN (Amen), de Constantin Costa-Gravas. 2002. Francia. -4º.- DARKNESS (Darkness), de Jaume Balagueró. 2002. España. -5º.- LAS AMISTADES PELIGROSAS (Dangerous Liaisons), de Stephen Frears. 1988. Reino Unido.

And Ezra blessed the LORD the great God and all the people answered Amen Amen lifting up their hands. And they bowed their heads and worshiped the LORD with their faces to the ground. Nehemiah 8:6

And Ezra blessed the LORD the great God and all the people answered Amen Amen lifting up their hands. And they bowed their heads and worshiped the LORD with their faces to the ground. Nehemiah 8:6

As Dave Sammons takes his leave he'll reflect on his ministry with us and his hopes for our future. The past two years have shown him what a solid congregation this is and what it has going for it as a new minister guides it forward. The Rev. Dr. David Sammons, Interim Senior Minister Reiko Oda Lane, Organist & Bell Choir Director Jiun-Chyi Yew, Pianist Larry Marietta, Guest Conductor Jonathan Silk, Sound, Order of Service & Worship Archives/Podcast

As Dave Sammons takes his leave he'll reflect on his ministry with us and his hopes for our future. The past two years have shown him what a solid congregation this is and what it has going for it as a new minister guides it forward. The Rev. Dr. David Sammons, Interim Senior Minister Reiko Oda Lane, Organist & Bell Choir Director Jiun-Chyi Yew, Pianist Larry Marietta, Guest Conductor Jonathan Silk, Sound, Order of Service & Worship Archives/Podcast