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In this episode, we delve into the story of the Apostle Peter's vision in Joppa and his encounter with Cornelius, a Roman military leader and a Gentile. The episode uncovers Peter's realization that God's grace extends beyond Jewish boundaries to include all who believe in Jesus Christ, regardless of their ethnic or cultural backgrounds. It explores the transformative moment in the history of the church when Gentiles receive the Holy Spirit and the gospel begins its spread beyond Judea.Readings: Acts 10:1-48, Acts 11:1-18Support the showRead along with us in the Bible Brief App!Support the show: Tap here to become a monthly supporter!Review the show: Tap here!Want to go deeper?...Download the Bible Brief App!iPhone: App Store LinkAndroid: Play Store LinkWebsite: biblebrief.orgInstagram: @biblelitTwitter: @bible_litFacebook: @biblelitEmail the Show: biblebrief@biblelit.orgThis episode primarily uses the ESV Bible translation, but may also use CSB, NASB, and NKJV.Search Tags: bible, beginner, bible verse, god, verse of the day, prayer, jesus, bible study, scripture, learn, bible introduction, introduction, intro to the bible, introduction to the bible, beginner bible, bible overview, how to read the bible, what is the bible about, bible story, bible stories, what is the bible, ...

Psalms 2:1 — In this sermon on Psalm 2:1 titled “Why Do the Nations Rage…?” Dr. Martyn Lloyd-Jones tells how nothing else holds out hope in this modern world other than the message of Scripture. Look at the state and condition of the human race. Humankind is always restless, with a constant desire for peace and rest. They look at a raging storm in this age of people who are proud of their sin. Christians alone face the facts; nonbelievers are continually devising empty and futile schemes. Even attempts for peace do not succeed—look at history with the League of Nations and United Nations. People try to put their trust and confidence in politics, education, science, and philosophy. The state of the world today is simply “organized insanity.” Discover the deliberate rebellion that causes all of this. The law was not given to hold down. It is madness to believe in worldly theory and not believe in God. All are under the judgment of God and His wrath is upon sin. Rejoice that none are not left without a solution but should look at God's free forgiveness.

Psalms 2:1 — In this sermon on Psalm 2:1 titled “Why Do the Nations Rage…?” Dr. Martyn Lloyd-Jones tells how nothing else holds out hope in this modern world other than the message of Scripture. Look at the state and condition of the human race. Humankind is always restless, with a constant desire for peace and rest. They look at a raging storm in this age of people who are proud of their sin. Christians alone face the facts; nonbelievers are continually devising empty and futile schemes. Even attempts for peace do not succeed—look at history with the League of Nations and United Nations. People try to put their trust and confidence in politics, education, science, and philosophy. The state of the world today is simply “organized insanity.” Discover the deliberate rebellion that causes all of this. The law was not given to hold down. It is madness to believe in worldly theory and not believe in God. All are under the judgment of God and His wrath is upon sin. Rejoice that none are not left without a solution but should look at God's free forgiveness. To support this ministry financially, visit: https://www.oneplace.com/donate/603/29

In April 2023, civil war broke out in Sudan. It continues to this day leaving in its wake the worst humanitarian crisis in the world, according to the United Nations. Despite this, Sudan's national football team has qualified for the Africa Cup of Nations in 2025 and tops its World Cup qualification group. They are a source of hope to a nation left in ruins. In this special episode of The Athletic FC Documentary we'll take you into the war torn country where amateur matches continue amid the shelling, and football grounds have become burial grounds. At a refugee camp in neighbouring Chad, we'll hear of the horrors of war and how football is helping children there. And hear how geo political influence, immigration and perilous journeys over land and sea are part of this journey with Sudan, football and a war struggling to be seen and heard. Credits Written and presented by Adam Leventhal Produced by Abi Paterson Additional reporting in collaboration with Tom Rhodes and Zamenfes Gebremikae Featuring footage from beIN Sport, Al Jazeera, British Pathé, Sky News, Fairshot, SuperSport, Sudan FA  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

As the 21st century dawned, it marked the beginning of a rapid and new expansion for humanity into that last great frontier: space. The human race made many discoveries. Some to improve our lives. But most in the pursuit of even more expansion. For those with power, always desire more. In the year 2054 an in depth analysis of Europa revealed that beneath its smooth icy surface was a single ocean and beneath that was a rocky core filled with calcium, phosphorus and platinum. Some of the rarest and most sought after elements in the solar system. It was not long at all before everyone with access began staking their claims and a cold war of sorts began to brew between the three largest factions. The Alliance of Nations or A O N, the New Republics and Trinity. While small border skirmishes were common, no group wished to start an all out war. Partially because they could lose, but mostly because it wouldn't be profitable. The current year is 2097 and you are aboard the Underwater Expanse Ship or U.E.S. Longhouse as it swims through the depths of Europa.Join us in a fourteen part tale of unspeakable horror set in the depths of Europa in 2097.Character performance by Jackson Baly, Morgan Conroy and Josh Perault with Adam Carnevale as the story teller.Theme music by Mia ‘Lepidora' Mukherjee. Edited by Joel Zammit. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

 The Curate loses his virginity. By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. At this Sunday's service, there was much talk of the upcoming harvest festival. Members of the congregation were encouraged to donate fruit and vegetables, along with non-perishable items for the local food bank. Jenna had made an effort and brought along a bag of apples. She placed the bag on the side table in the church hall. "I don't know how a brazen hussy like you has the cheek to set foot in a church."Jenna remained calm, as she turned to face Mrs. Norris. "Well I'm a Christian, the same as you." "Huh! Christian my foot. I saw what you and the organist were getting up to and I think it's disgusting! In the church of all places! And he's old enough to be your father!" "Well if you clutch those pearls of yours any tighter they'll crumble to dust. And Gordon and I happen to be consenting adults. Single consenting adults. So there." "Why you, you, .horrid little slag!" Mrs. Norris fumed, lip quivering. She stormed off. Jenna exhaled and rolled her eyes. "Coffee or tea?" a friendlier voice asked. It was Debbie, the Sunday school teacher, who was volunteering to do today's hot drinks rota in the hall. "Tea please," Jenna replied. "You okay?" "Yeah. I don't think I'll be on her Christmas card list." "Don't let that old bag get to you. She's a nasty one. She's horribly ageist. Not to mention xenophobic too. I overheard her mocking Yulia's English skills last week. I can't stand her. Her husband's not that bad, he's a tedious fusspot, but there's no malice in him. But her, she's poison." "I heard her hubby spreads gossip on Facebook." Jenna said. "More likely that's her doing." Debbie replied. "I'd be surprised if John Norris even knows how to switch on a laptop." A brief chill ran through Jenna. What if Mrs. Norris were to post some bile about her online? "I don't use social media anymore," she said. "Briefly poked my nose into Twitter as a teen, but didn't like the pile-ons." "Wise. I'm on Facebook, but only to keep up with church stuff. I never post anything about my private life. I imagine Mrs. Norris would have a stroke if she knew I was dating a woman. A married woman at that. Keep it to yourself. I'm not ready to come out yet." "Don't worry, I won't say a word." Jenna sipped her tea quietly as she observed the other members of the congregation file into the hall. She was hoping Reverend Morris would soon arrive, but after fifteen minutes, there was still no sign of him. Then there was Gordon; he never came into the hall after a service, and he'd sent her that amusing text message on Friday, about Charles Wesley and his "bulging hymn book." She headed out of the hall, in search of Gordon, when Josh the curate came staggering in, carrying a massive pile of hymn books. He almost collided with Jenna and dropped a couple of books. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" Josh stammered. "How clumsy of me." Jenna bent down and picked up the books. "You're loaded up like a pack horse. Let me give you a hand. Where are you taking all these?" "Um. So kind!" His pale cheeks went pink. "The storeroom at the far end of the hall. These are spare hymn books." "Ok. Lead the way. By the way, you haven't seen the vicar have you?"" "Oh, he and the organist are in a meeting. One of the organ pipes has just been repaired." "Damn," Jenna muttered under her breath. "Oh dear. How sad. I guess he'll miss his tea and biscuits." She followed Josh down to the storeroom. She'd never paid much attention to the curate before, but looking at him now, she realized that he was rather cute. Mid-twenties, tall and stocky with fair hair and a chubby face. There was an endearing innocence about him. Reverend Morris had said he was hoping to complete his ordination next year and become a fully-fledged vicar. He'd been impressed by his devotion to the church - but he needed to come out of his shell a bit and interact more with worshippers. Josh was a shy man and lacking in self-confidence. Remembering this information made Jenna smile. I think this innocent curate needs some other kind of help, The storeroom was vast, and crammed from floor to ceiling with box files, books, old furniture and plastic crates. "Holy sh,, I didn't know this room existed. And what a lot of stuff for one small church!" Jenna exclaimed. "Heh, yeah." Josh said, putting the books down. "It's not just for St Michael's. We share it with St John's and the Methodist church on Oakwood Road." Jenna began putting the books on the shelf. "Um you don't need to do that,” "Jenna." Josh blushed again. "Jenna. It's kind of you to do that but,” "Oh I don't mind. Why should you have to do all the donkey work? This room is a tip. Besides, a good Christian should help others, right? Especially the vicar's right-hand man. That's what a curate is, yes?" Josh relaxed a bit. "Pretty much, yeah. Like Batman and Robin." "Have you always wanted to be a curate?" Josh sat down on a stool. "In truth, no way. I wasn't religious at all when I was a kid. I suffered from crippling shyness. I used to dread being asked to read in front of the class. When I was ten, my dad walked out, and that affected me a lot. Haven't seen him since. Mum turned to drink, I relied on my grandad for support. He became a father figure to me. He used to be a vicar. Thanks to him I survived my teens and passed my exams. I was eighteen when he died. That's when I decided I wanted to follow in his footsteps. Without him - and God, I fear, well I may have gone down a dark path. Got in with a bad crowd. Taken drugs, self-harmed, maybe ended up in jail." "Wow." Jenna replied, realizing how cosseted and safe her upbringing had been. "Well I'm so glad your grandad was there for you." "There are still days when I doubt myself and I'm in a bad place. I feel useless." "Don't put yourself down," Jenna said, walking towards him. "You're an amazing role model, especially for younger people." Josh blinked. "You, think so?" "I do. Plus, you're really cute. Has a girl ever told you that before?" Josh blushed. "Err, no-one except my Nan. I don't think she counts." "Women round here must be blind," Jenna added, making him squirm with embarrassment. She leant forward and planted a kiss on his lips. He trembled, cheeks turning redder. "J-Jenna, don't,” "It's alright Josh. You're not committing a sin or anything. We're not inside the church, if that's you're worried about." "N-no, it's not that. I, um,” The curate sighed. "I,  I'm just scared of, I don't know if I can, do this." She already knew he was single and straight, but decided to question him. "Do you have a girlfriend?" "No, but, um, that's the problem really. I'd like one, but I wouldn't know how to tell her,” Jenna stroked his arm. "Tell her what?" "I worry she'd laugh at me." "Josh. Whatever it is, I promise I would never laugh at you. And I will understand." He looked down. "Shit. I'm twenty-five. And I'm still a virgin! I've never gone beyond kissing a girl." She kissed his cheek again. "Oh Josh. That's nothing to feel awkward about. In fact I admire you. In this age when we're bombarded with over-sexualized imagery 24/7 both online and offline, finding someone who's chosen to wait is pretty awesome in my opinion. I lost mine just days after reaching the age of consent. I couldn't wait to lose it. But that's just me,” "Yeah but, I, um,” She pulled him to his feet and gently coaxed the truth out of him. "You want to lose your virginity, yes?" "More than anything. But, dating today is scary. It's a minefield. Especially after Me Too. I'm afraid. I don't want to say the wrong thing and come across as some horny creep,” Jenna held back a chuckle. Mrs. Norris probably thinks of me as a horny creep. She thought. "I get that. But trust me. I don't think a sweet, kind-hearted man of God like you could ever be a creep. Horny yes, nothing wrong with that of course." She winked at him and he gulped. "How about it? I think you're ready right now." His eyes widened. "W-what? Here?" "Why not? It's nice and private, And you're a really sexy curate!" Her face was just inches from his own, hovering there. Then her lips were on his, dancing there softly for a moment before pulling away. "Jenna,” He was already rock hard, and hoped his cassock had disguised this fact. "Shush. You're very special." She whispered, barely audible. "You're warm, caring,  You're strong. You deserve to be experience the joys of the flesh." She kissed him again. It's okay to feel nervous. First time is always a bit nerve-racking. But just relax. You'll be just fine,” What an adorable lamb to the slaughter, Jenna thought to herself. He's so scared and unsure. I've never seduced a virgin before, so I'd better not go too hard on him. I do love a challenge. With a bit of encouragement, this sweet guy could have real potential. The touch of her lips sent a fire through his body, a jolt that brought a tingle to every micron of his skin. "Oh, Jenna!" "Shhh." Her lips caressed his own, then his nose, his ear. "Don't talk just now, okay?" "Mmm?" She kissed him again, gently caressing his upper lip between her own. At last, he responded. "Josh." Jenna smiled cheekily. "You're a pretty good kisser, you know that?" "Really?" Just relax. I'm not going anywhere, there's no rush. All we have to do is discover each other. There's no hurry. No-one's going to come in here. I imagine the vicar will be busy for ages." Jenna ran her hand down the front of his black cassock. "Oh my, you're more than ready. "Let's get these buttons unfastened." She knelt before him, opening the cassock and revealing the black trousers underneath. And another straining crotch bulge. "I'm going to worship you," she whispered, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. Josh was wearing plain black briefs underneath. It was fun seeing the different types of undies men wore. First there was Reverend Morris with his "holy boxers," then Gordon and his sensible white y-fronts, now Josh with smart black tight-fitting briefs. "Everything will be fine. I promise. Close your eyes if it makes you feel better, okay?" The curate hesitated still, but Jenna's smile was reassuring and gentle. "I promise you'll like it." With a shudder, Josh squeezed his eyes tight as his trousers and underwear were lowered, and he could feel the cool air of the room, then Jenna's warm breath on his manhood. "There we are." He couldn't resist a peek, through half-closed eyes. He was painfully stiff, of course, harder than he'd ever been in his life, but he didn't need his eyes to tell him that. He shivered as Jenna ran her hand through his pubes and stooped to kiss him there. He gasped as her smooth palm encircled him. "Oh my God!" "Mmm. So beautiful. Truly God's gift to women. Just relax, don't fight the feeling. Isn't it nice?" Jenna kissed the very tip of his member, and he gasped and moaned, his muscles tensing. "Don't fight it now Josh, just let the feelings come. Relax and let it take you. You don't have to hold it back, just let it come." With that, she closed her lips around his head, tasted him with her tongue. "Uh! Oh Jesus!" The curate groaned. The crescendo was boiling in him now, wonderful and frightening and exhilarating. Nothing could have prepared him for the warm embrace of a woman's mouth, the slight roughness of her tongue as she rolled it up and down his length. No porn, no fantasy could have approached the sensation of her lips gently drawing on his cock, coaxing him towards a peak of indescribable pleasure. The fire was in him and around him, consuming him and his thoughts until all that he was became the connection with her, his flesh and her mouth. Her hands cradled his cock gently as he built towards climax, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow. "Oh,” "Let it come." Josh sighed deeply in relief as Jenna enveloped him again, shuddered as he felt himself swell between her lips, as he released himself to her, surrendered to her, spurting his cum. She lingered over his manhood, slowly coaxing him down from the heights of his ecstasy. She gently licked his shaft and kissed a drop of his essence from the tip, and smiled up at him. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She said, standing up. "Did you enjoy your first blowjob?" "Jenna. Fucking hell!" "I'll take that as a yes?" "Yes!" he gasped. "Oh good. Because we're not done yet. You don't get off that easily you know!" Jenna began unfastening her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Josh's eyes widened. She wasn't wearing any panties. An old, battered table was in the middle of the storeroom. Jenna cleared it and reclined on it, spreading her legs and unfastening her blouse. No bra! "Your turn." Josh crossed himself. "Just trust your instincts." She whispered, lowering herself onto her back. Josh stared at her for a second, dumbstruck by her beauty and timid as a deer. Her gently smiling face and the flowing red hair that framed it, the round fullness of her breasts, her long legs, and the tantalizing lure of her wet womanhood between, Finding his courage at last, Josh moved close. With a shaky hand he reached out and tentatively cupped her left breast. Tracing the nipple with his thumb, ever so gently. "Mmm nice, Josh. Keep going!" Encouraged, Josh lowered his mouth to her other breast, the memory of the delightful sensations she'd given him earlier fresh in his mind. He felt her run her fingers through his short blonde hair as he tasted her with his tongue, heard her sigh as he closed his lips around her nipple. "Gently now." "Sorry!" The curate feasted on her breasts for a bit longer, before moving down to her abdomen, planting more kisses, then he paused for a moment. Jenna said nothing, silently urging him to carry on, and he did. Tentatively, he kissed the inside of her thighs, tracing a finger through the trimmed hair above her slit. Josh continued to lovingly kiss her thighs, his nerves beginning to fade. The heady scent of her was overpowering, emboldening him to trail a finger between her cunt lips. The wetness he felt there surprised him, and he glanced up. "You're doing great, Josh." Jenna answered in a throaty whisper. "Please don't stop." He ran a finger over her clit, causing her to let out a moan. Lowering his head, he caressed her softly with his mouth, tasting her. "Oh Josh,” He suckled gently on her clit and she let out a scream. "Jenna?" He pulled away from her, his fear returning. "Did I hurt you?" "No Josh. It was incredible, that's all. When you licked me down there, wow. You sure know how to thrill a woman. You learn quick! But don't make me cum just yet. Because I want you inside me when it happens." Josh's heart leapt into his throat. "Oh,” "Are you ready?" "Um, but protection, I-I don't have a condom,” "It's okay, you don't need to worry. I'm on the Pill." "Oh, right. Good,” "Think of this as doing God's work," Jenna purred, urging him to get on with it. She was eager to feel that virgin cock inside her. Slowly he positioned himself above her on the creaking table. Jenna took his cock in her hand, guiding him. He felt the head of his organ nestle inside her. "Lord in Heaven!" It was such exquisite torture, fighting the urge to cum as fast as he could. The feel of her cunt as it sheathed him was beyond even the joys he'd felt already. At first, he slipped in and out of her slowly. He buried his face in her neck. "Umm, oh God Josh. Yes! Go harder!" Jenna slowly relaxed her control, allowing him to work his cock in and out of her more forcefully. He thrust in deep, as far as he could, and gasped, savoring the sensation. "Oh Josh, that's so good!" He speeded up, as she wrapped her legs round him. Soon he was pounding her like a pro. "Jenna!" He could feel his climax coming now, a mighty force of almost Biblical proportions. Just as Jesus drove out many devils, Josh drove out his virginity, casting it aside forever. He'd been freed. "Ugh!" With a roar of release the curate came, filling Jenna's womanhood with his seed. Josh wasn't sure how long his orgasm lasted. But he knew that it was wonderful, an epiphany of sensation, and that Jenna writhed and gasped in the throes of her own climax in perfect harmony with his. When they'd both calmed down, Jenna held him close and kissed him. "Are you okay? You were amazing, Josh, do you know that? How are you feeling?" "Just fantastic, absolutely fantastic! I, wow. That was, incredible. Um, do you mind if I say a quick prayer for both of us?" "Not at all. You go ahead." When he'd finished, he opened his eyes and looked at Jenna, who was smiling broadly. "You are going to become a bloody amazing vicar!" She said. An Erotic Dream & an organ lesson. T'was the Year of Our Lord 1739, and on a road bound for London, weary preacher and hymn writer Charles Wesley had just arrived at a tavern. "Innkeeper! I hath been riding all day and my poor horse be in the great need of water and rest. As am I." Charles said. "Fear thee not, good fellow, I'll tend to thine horse!" The innkeeper replied. "If it's a room for the night you're looking for, then ye hath come to the right place. Here at the Lamb Inn, there's always a warm greeting for a weary traveler. I'll leave ye in the capable hands of my fine wench Jen, who is adept at making gentlemen feel welcome,” "Greetings to you sir!" Jen said, and Charles was a little taken aback by this stunning redheaded wench. "If you'd like to follow me, I'll lead you to your bedchamber." She picked up a candle and gave him a seductive smirk. "Gladly, Miss!" Charles replied, following her up the creaking wooden staircase. In the main room, sounds of merriment filled the air as many men supped ale and enjoyed the company of willing wenches. "I see you're a man of faith, sir," said Jen as she reached the top of the stairs. "Have you travelled far?" "Aye, all the way from Bristol. I write many hymns. I'm going to visit my older brother John, who's in London. He's a preacher too. In fact he,” "Oh gosh, of course! Your brother must be John Wesley, founder of that Methodist movement I keep hearin' about!" "That's right! I'm Charles Wesley." Jen entered the bedchamber. "Here we are, Mr. Wesley. I trust the room is to your liking? This happens to be a new room - never been used before. Bed never slept in, chair never sat on, chamber pot never,” "Ah, glorious!" Charles interrupted her. "It looks most excellent. I am indeed blessed to have been afforded such kindness. God is good!" "Mmm, thanks be to God," Jen replied, eyeing up Charles. He was young and rather attractive for a man of the cloth. Most of the clergy she'd encountered in her life had been very old men. "There be a fresh jug of water on the table for you, Mr. Wesley. We're lucky here. The Lamb has a deep well which provides safe, clean water to drink. That's why we get so many visitors desperate to quench their thirst without worry of getting the flux." Charles nodded as he put his bag down on the chair and removed his black robe. That four poster bed looked so inviting. "Why don't you sit on the bed, Mr. Wesley? I cannot help but wonder, after all that riding, do you not grow a little stiff?" "Um, I am a little stiff, yes." "Then come over here and sit beside me." Jen said, patting the bed. "I'd be interested to hear about your hymn writing." Charles bashfully did as she asked. "Well right now, I am working on a "Hymn for Christmas Day." But I confess I have only written the first verse. "Perchance could I hear this first verse?" Jen replied. Charles nodded. "Hark how all the Welkin rings Glory to the King of Kings, Peace on Earth, and Mercy mild, God and Sinners reconciled!" "I'd say that's a marvelous first verse," said Jen. "Very stirring, very uplifting. It makes one, rise to the occasion." Her hand had somehow ended up on his thigh. "Oh do you think so? That pleases me greatly, Miss! Now if only I could complete it." Jen removed her mobcap, revealing long, tumbling red locks. Charles gazed, mesmerized. "By all the saints, you're a pretty woman, Miss,” "Jen, Mr. Wesley, perhaps I can be of some help to you." She blew out the candle. "Oh my! Now we're in the dark. How careless of me! We'll just have to,” "Oh Miss Jen!" Charles gasped as her hand groped him in an intimate place. "I think you've risen to the occasion Mr. Wesley!" A few moments later and the good wench had relieved the dear Mr. Wesley of his breeches and cast off the rest of his apparel, including a periwig. The preacher produced naked, stiff, and erect, a wonderful maypole. Jen put her hands to this fine example of maleness and her actions had the desired effect. "Ah! I think my inspiration is returning!" "I'm filled with joy, Mr. Wesley! Tis an honor to help you!" "Joyful all ye Nations rise, Join the Triumph of the Skies, Universal Nature say "Christ the Lord is born to Day!" "That's a wonderful second verse!" Jen ran her tongue round the preacher's erect member, before taking his entire length into her mouth. "Oh Lord in Heaven, I have given in to sin, but if the sin results in a completed hymn, will thou look upon me with mercy?" Charles gasped, as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Jen withdrew. "The Lord will indeed pardon you, Mr. Wesley. Now please relax and enjoy my help!" "Ah, oh my God, thine tongue is divine, it feels so good!" Jen sucked, licked and teased Charles' cock until he could take no more. "Miss Jen! I'm going to spend! Oh, yes!" "Ahh, I have been anointed by your holy essence, Mr. Wesley!" Jen giggled as she eagerly gobbled up his seed. Charles' face bore an expression of utter bliss and satisfaction. "Oh Miss Jen. I am so grateful God delivered me to this inn. What sweet pleasures you have afforded me this evening!" A furious knocking on the bedchamber door disturbed the blissful ambience. "Jen! Jen! You need to get up!" a woman shouted. "Is that, the innkeeper's wife?" Charles wondered, still dazed after his powerful orgasm. Jen licked the remaining cum off the preacher's softening cock. "Mm, sounds like Mother. But wait, Mother died of smallpox ten years ago, so how, ?" Everything seemed to fade away in a strange haze. "Jen! You're going to be late for work! Wake up!" Jenna finally awoke. "Huh? What?" "Are you alright?" Her mum shouted. "Answer me or I'm coming in." "Um yeah. I'm fine Mum!" She rolled over and reached for her smartphone. Squinting, she looked at the clock. "Shit! I overslept!" Breakfast was a rushed affair, with Jenna barely able to drink half a cup of coffee and a piece of toast. "For goodness cake, slow down before you choke on that," her mum said. "Can't believe I overslept. I set my phone. I've never done that before." Jenna said. "Hey, we all do it sometimes. Though your exertions at church no doubt kept you up late. Your dad and I noticed how much time you've been spending at St. Michael's. Now feel free to tell me to mind my own business, but what's with the sudden obsession with church? You've never been interested before. You used to laugh at Gran for being in the Mother's Union." "I guess the pandemic made me think about things differently," Jenna lied, trying to think up a good excuse. "I know I never attended church much before, but I never stopped being a believer." "That's great, Jen. I'm glad it makes you happy. I just hope you're not spending all your time with old people, though. It's good to mix with people your own age." "Oh there's a good mix of different ages at St Michael's. They're not all boomers, Mum. The curate, Yulia and Debbie aren't much different to me. And Reverend Morris, .he's amazing." "I'm sure he is," her mum replied, with a wry grin. "You out tonight?" "Yes. Choir practice." Jenna grabbed her bag and car keys. "By the way, who's Charles Wesley?" "Um, what?" "You were yelling his name over and over in your sleep. You must've been dreaming." "Oh. Well he's a guy who wrote a lot of great hymns. He lived in the 18th century. He wrote that famous carol "Hark the Herald Angels Sing", although the original words were different. Gotta go. Love you. Bye!" Jenna's mum shook her head. "Charles Wesley? When I was growing up, I used to dream about Brad Pitt." "I have got to get a place of my own," Jenna muttered to herself as she headed to the car. "That was cringe." Jenna had prepared herself for her evening "choir practice" with Gordon, by wearing her best lingerie and a sexy dress that perfectly highlighted her curves and cleavage. The organist himself had also made an effort, by wearing his best suit and tie. With his black robe unfastened, he resembled an old-fashioned headmaster. "Hello there!" Gordon said, grinning from ear to ear. Whoa, she looked drop-dead gorgeous. He was practically drooling like a dog in heat. "Not so bad yourself, Gordon!" Jenna replied. "Love the suit. Now all you need is a cane." "A cane?" "To punish me with. You see, I've been a naughty girl. I forgot to practice that piece of music you mentioned." "Oh dearie me," Gordon said, walking over to her. "Whatever am I to do with such a naughty girl? Never mind. I'm sure you can make it up to me some way,” He sat down on the organ stool. "Come sit in my lap, Jenna. We're going to play a little tune together. I'm sure you can do it." "Why Gordon, I'm not sure I can play this. It's a bit of a step up from the piano." "Just give it a try. I'm sure you'll learn quick!" He winked. "Try the third manual," he added, indicating one of the keyboards. Jenna bit her lip and slid onto Gordon's lap. She deliberated wiggled about a bit, causing him to let out a groan. "This seat is a little, hard!" Jenna began playing the first few notes. "You're right, Kings and Queens does sound fantastic on a pipe organ. I'd have never guessed you were an Ava Max fan, Gordon." "Hah, I'm not. Can't stand modern pop music. But the younger members of the choir are always begging for this song. You're great at this!" As Jenna continued to play, Gordon began massaging her breasts and kissing her exposed neck. "Oh Gordon," Jenna sighed. "There's a part-time job available,” he continued, between kisses. "An assistant choirmaster and pianist at the Sunday school. Three days a week. The school isn't just open on Sundays anymore. There's a crèche and breakfast club on Wednesdays. They do after-school sessions for kids who have special needs. It's not bad money. I know you've got all the relevant qualifications. If you're interested, I could easily pull a few strings and get you in." Jenna suddenly halted her playing. "Wow, are you serious?" "Of course I am. Look, the young 'uns think I'm some kind of ogre. And they're probably right. But you, you'd be such an asset to the school. And tell me honestly, do you truly enjoy working in a call center?" "I hate it. The pay is shit and I hate my boss. Now she's a real-life ogre." "Exactly. Your talents are wasted in a dead-end job like that, Jenna. It's up to you of course, but please give it some thought." She turned round to face him. Kissing him hard the lips, she slipped her arms round his shoulders. "I've given it thought. I accept! Now why don't you let me thank you properly, Gordon?" Jenna hiked up her dress, and unfastened Gordon's belt. She unzipped his trousers, pushed down his underpants, and his rock hard erection sprang free from its encumbrance. Unable to contain himself any longer, Gordon pulled aside the crotch of her damp panties, positioned himself to her entrance, and pushed himself into her. The soft lips between her legs parted, and she threw her head back in sudden ecstasy as the organist began thrusting himself in and out of her warm body, slowly at first, then building in speed. Outside, a black 4 by 4 had just pulled up in the church car park. John Norris got out of the driver's side and furiously slammed the door shut. "John please, don't do this!" his wife pleaded. "Not in the church!" "Look Patricia, I want to get to the bottom of this. First Gordon angrily accuses me of spreading lies on Facebook. He called me "the biggest shit-stirrer in this church" to my face! Now the chaps at the Rotary Club have frozen me out. They said I've been making sexist jokes and racist comments about Ukrainians! I ask you, when have I ever made a racist comment? I haven't a racist bone in my body! And I've never signed up to Facebook either. Someone is trying to smear my name. If you ask me, Gordon's the one behind it all! Well, we'll see what he has to say, man-to-man." A look of horror swept Mrs. Norris' face. "You can't go in there! I can hear the organ - the choir are in there!" "I don't care if the whole bloody town is in there!" John yelled, a display of anger that was most unlike him. "This has gone too far. I can't believe Gordon could be so vindictive. He'd a bad-tempered sod, but I never thought he'd do this. Libel is a serious offence." He stormed into the church and marched down the aisle, his panicking wife rushing after him. "Alright alright, it wasn't Gordon. It was me!" She grabbed his arm. He halted. "What?" "I did it." John shook his head. "Why are you trying to protect him? Do you fancy him or something? Is there more to this?" "No! No of course I don't! Look, I signed up to Facebook so I could access the church page but I used your name. I know I shouldn't have but, well surely you must know how members of this church treat me? I'd have been blocked immediately!" John's face had gone through several shades of red and was now the color of raw steak. "You, Did what? You've been spreading lies and racist comments using an account with my name? What the hell am I married to?" He walked round the side of the organ. "Bloody hell!" Mrs. Norris shoved him aside, wondering what had shocked him. "That's her! She's the one who's caused all this! The little tart! She's bringing filth and depravity to this church!" John glared at his wife. "I'd say your own venom has done that already, Patricia." He turned and stormed off. "I'm going home. To pack a few things. I'm going to stay at my brother's for a bit. And you, well you can go to Hell." "Gordon, do you hear somebody shouting?" Jenna sighed as she felt his warm cum fill her. "Probably just a bit of rowdy teen behavior outside," Gordon replied with a smirk. To be continued. By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

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En réaction à l'autorisation de Joe Biden permettant à l'Ukraine de frapper le territoire russe avec des missiles américains, Moscou a franchi cette semaine plusieurs marches de l'escalier nucléaire. D'abord en rendant public une actualisation de sa doctrine puis en tirant jeudi un missile inquiétant sur l'Ukraine. Le tir de missile russe relève du pur signalement stratégique, le Kremlin envoie un message clair aux Occidentaux : il ne perdra pas la guerre en Ukraine. Jusqu'à présent, les menaces du Kremlin n'étaient que verbales. Cette fois, c'est un missile qui sent le souffre qui a été tiré. Un « missile expérimental », dit Vladimir Poutine, de portée intermédiaire, baptisé Orechnik, mais le missile qui se rattache à la famille des armes balistiques porteurs du feu nucléaire. Moscou a donc brisé un tabou.C'est une intimidation particulièrement rude, assure le chef d'état-major de l'armée de Terre, le général Pierre Schill : « Une attaque, c'est toujours inquiétant. Maintenant, je pense qu'il faut prendre du recul et nous, il faut qu'on regarde ce qui s'est passé. Quel est le signal envoyé. Tous les jours, il y a des attaques sur l'Ukraine. Il y a eu ces derniers jours des tirs très massifs sur l'appareil de production électrique. Nos outils de renseignement sont évidemment tournés vers l'observation de ce théâtre. Tout dans la guerre est signal. Tout ce qui se passe ces jours-ci en déclaratoire ou en manœuvre effective rentre dans une dialectique des volontés qui passent aussi par des questions d'intimidation et de contre intimidation, c'est clair. » À lire aussiTir inédit d'un missile stratégique par la Russie en Ukraine: un «signalement» destiné aux EuropéensUne grammaire que Vladimir Poutine, ex-officier du KGB, maitrise parfaitementIl en connait la limite : seul le nucléaire peut répondre au nucléaire. Mais sous ce seuil, l'escalade est permise. En début de semaine, il y a donc eu cette mise à jour de la doctrine nucléaire de la Russie. En filigrane, elle dit qu'essayer de vaincre l'armée russe est vain puisque l'option nucléaire est réaliste. La doctrine ajoute qu'elle ne laissera pas se prolonger les attaques de missiles en profondeur sur son sol.S'ajoute à cette ligne rouge, un élargissement, non pas du seuil, mais des conditions d'emploi de l'arme, il est aussi question de nouveaux vecteurs comme l'Orechnik tiré jeudi, précise Thibault Fouillet de la Fondation pour la recherche stratégique : « En matière stratégique, le discours doit toujours, pour être crédible, s'appuyer sur des faits. Donc, on ne peut pas juste annoncer un renforcement de posture ou la volonté d'une évolution de posture sans derrière insister sur la capacité à agir si le besoin s'en faisait sentir. On a bien cette nécessité de parler aussi des armements, de mettre en avant de nouveaux systèmes, de nouveaux vecteurs, de nouvelles possibilités. C'est pour crédibiliser cette posture. »Donald Trump aux portes du pouvoirOr, la Maison Blanche desserre les conditions d'emploi de ses missiles ATACMS, car le temps est compté. Donald Trump est aux portes du pouvoir et Moscou en attend beaucoup. « L'ambition qui a été affichée par Donald Trump d'un accord rapide avec Vladimir Poutine sur une ligne qui serait le gel du conflit selon la ligne de front actuelle, mais surtout une concession sur un principe de neutralisation de l'Ukraine, de renoncement à l'entrée dans l'OTAN. Si vous combinez un gel du front et un principe de neutralisation, on retombe rapidement sur les lignes de ce qu'était l'accord de Minsk ou même du mémorandum de Budapest. Et ça, la Russie a bien montré qu'elle n'était pas prête à le respecter », décrypte Elie Tenenbaum, directeur de recherche de l'Ifri.À lire aussiL'Ukraine demande de nouveaux systèmes antiaériens pour se protéger des missiles russesSur le terrain, la logique est celle d'un conflit qui ne semble pas porter de solution militaire, la menace nucléaire est donc une partie de l'équation des futurs négociations, précise Thibault Fouillet. « De toute façon, la sortie sera politique. Mais pour que la sortie soit politique, il faut une certaine crédibilité. Il faut user de tous les moyens. Il faut aussi rappeler que même si certains peuvent croire en un affaiblissement russe, ça reste une puissance dotée, l'une des principales puissances nucléaires. La Russie est inscrite dans le concert des Nations, il ne faut pas s'attendre à une Russie émoussée ou à une Russie qui s'effondrerait », dit-il.« L'apocalypse nucléaire n'est pas pour demain », abonde Cyrille Bret, enseignant à Sciences Po, mais ces derniers jours marqueront l'histoire, « un cran », insiste-t-il, « a incontestablement été franchi dans les menaces nucléaires par la Russie ».

 The Curate loses his virginity. By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. At this Sunday's service, there was much talk of the upcoming harvest festival. Members of the congregation were encouraged to donate fruit and vegetables, along with non-perishable items for the local food bank. Jenna had made an effort and brought along a bag of apples. She placed the bag on the side table in the church hall. "I don't know how a brazen hussy like you has the cheek to set foot in a church."Jenna remained calm, as she turned to face Mrs. Norris. "Well I'm a Christian, the same as you." "Huh! Christian my foot. I saw what you and the organist were getting up to and I think it's disgusting! In the church of all places! And he's old enough to be your father!" "Well if you clutch those pearls of yours any tighter they'll crumble to dust. And Gordon and I happen to be consenting adults. Single consenting adults. So there." "Why you, you, .horrid little slag!" Mrs. Norris fumed, lip quivering. She stormed off. Jenna exhaled and rolled her eyes. "Coffee or tea?" a friendlier voice asked. It was Debbie, the Sunday school teacher, who was volunteering to do today's hot drinks rota in the hall. "Tea please," Jenna replied. "You okay?" "Yeah. I don't think I'll be on her Christmas card list." "Don't let that old bag get to you. She's a nasty one. She's horribly ageist. Not to mention xenophobic too. I overheard her mocking Yulia's English skills last week. I can't stand her. Her husband's not that bad, he's a tedious fusspot, but there's no malice in him. But her, she's poison." "I heard her hubby spreads gossip on Facebook." Jenna said. "More likely that's her doing." Debbie replied. "I'd be surprised if John Norris even knows how to switch on a laptop." A brief chill ran through Jenna. What if Mrs. Norris were to post some bile about her online? "I don't use social media anymore," she said. "Briefly poked my nose into Twitter as a teen, but didn't like the pile-ons." "Wise. I'm on Facebook, but only to keep up with church stuff. I never post anything about my private life. I imagine Mrs. Norris would have a stroke if she knew I was dating a woman. A married woman at that. Keep it to yourself. I'm not ready to come out yet." "Don't worry, I won't say a word." Jenna sipped her tea quietly as she observed the other members of the congregation file into the hall. She was hoping Reverend Morris would soon arrive, but after fifteen minutes, there was still no sign of him. Then there was Gordon; he never came into the hall after a service, and he'd sent her that amusing text message on Friday, about Charles Wesley and his "bulging hymn book." She headed out of the hall, in search of Gordon, when Josh the curate came staggering in, carrying a massive pile of hymn books. He almost collided with Jenna and dropped a couple of books. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" Josh stammered. "How clumsy of me." Jenna bent down and picked up the books. "You're loaded up like a pack horse. Let me give you a hand. Where are you taking all these?" "Um. So kind!" His pale cheeks went pink. "The storeroom at the far end of the hall. These are spare hymn books." "Ok. Lead the way. By the way, you haven't seen the vicar have you?"" "Oh, he and the organist are in a meeting. One of the organ pipes has just been repaired." "Damn," Jenna muttered under her breath. "Oh dear. How sad. I guess he'll miss his tea and biscuits." She followed Josh down to the storeroom. She'd never paid much attention to the curate before, but looking at him now, she realized that he was rather cute. Mid-twenties, tall and stocky with fair hair and a chubby face. There was an endearing innocence about him. Reverend Morris had said he was hoping to complete his ordination next year and become a fully-fledged vicar. He'd been impressed by his devotion to the church - but he needed to come out of his shell a bit and interact more with worshippers. Josh was a shy man and lacking in self-confidence. Remembering this information made Jenna smile. I think this innocent curate needs some other kind of help, The storeroom was vast, and crammed from floor to ceiling with box files, books, old furniture and plastic crates. "Holy sh,, I didn't know this room existed. And what a lot of stuff for one small church!" Jenna exclaimed. "Heh, yeah." Josh said, putting the books down. "It's not just for St Michael's. We share it with St John's and the Methodist church on Oakwood Road." Jenna began putting the books on the shelf. "Um you don't need to do that,” "Jenna." Josh blushed again. "Jenna. It's kind of you to do that but,” "Oh I don't mind. Why should you have to do all the donkey work? This room is a tip. Besides, a good Christian should help others, right? Especially the vicar's right-hand man. That's what a curate is, yes?" Josh relaxed a bit. "Pretty much, yeah. Like Batman and Robin." "Have you always wanted to be a curate?" Josh sat down on a stool. "In truth, no way. I wasn't religious at all when I was a kid. I suffered from crippling shyness. I used to dread being asked to read in front of the class. When I was ten, my dad walked out, and that affected me a lot. Haven't seen him since. Mum turned to drink, I relied on my grandad for support. He became a father figure to me. He used to be a vicar. Thanks to him I survived my teens and passed my exams. I was eighteen when he died. That's when I decided I wanted to follow in his footsteps. Without him - and God, I fear, well I may have gone down a dark path. Got in with a bad crowd. Taken drugs, self-harmed, maybe ended up in jail." "Wow." Jenna replied, realizing how cosseted and safe her upbringing had been. "Well I'm so glad your grandad was there for you." "There are still days when I doubt myself and I'm in a bad place. I feel useless." "Don't put yourself down," Jenna said, walking towards him. "You're an amazing role model, especially for younger people." Josh blinked. "You, think so?" "I do. Plus, you're really cute. Has a girl ever told you that before?" Josh blushed. "Err, no-one except my Nan. I don't think she counts." "Women round here must be blind," Jenna added, making him squirm with embarrassment. She leant forward and planted a kiss on his lips. He trembled, cheeks turning redder. "J-Jenna, don't,” "It's alright Josh. You're not committing a sin or anything. We're not inside the church, if that's you're worried about." "N-no, it's not that. I, um,” The curate sighed. "I,  I'm just scared of, I don't know if I can, do this." She already knew he was single and straight, but decided to question him. "Do you have a girlfriend?" "No, but, um, that's the problem really. I'd like one, but I wouldn't know how to tell her,” Jenna stroked his arm. "Tell her what?" "I worry she'd laugh at me." "Josh. Whatever it is, I promise I would never laugh at you. And I will understand." He looked down. "Shit. I'm twenty-five. And I'm still a virgin! I've never gone beyond kissing a girl." She kissed his cheek again. "Oh Josh. That's nothing to feel awkward about. In fact I admire you. In this age when we're bombarded with over-sexualized imagery 24/7 both online and offline, finding someone who's chosen to wait is pretty awesome in my opinion. I lost mine just days after reaching the age of consent. I couldn't wait to lose it. But that's just me,” "Yeah but, I, um,” She pulled him to his feet and gently coaxed the truth out of him. "You want to lose your virginity, yes?" "More than anything. But, dating today is scary. It's a minefield. Especially after Me Too. I'm afraid. I don't want to say the wrong thing and come across as some horny creep,” Jenna held back a chuckle. Mrs. Norris probably thinks of me as a horny creep. She thought. "I get that. But trust me. I don't think a sweet, kind-hearted man of God like you could ever be a creep. Horny yes, nothing wrong with that of course." She winked at him and he gulped. "How about it? I think you're ready right now." His eyes widened. "W-what? Here?" "Why not? It's nice and private, And you're a really sexy curate!" Her face was just inches from his own, hovering there. Then her lips were on his, dancing there softly for a moment before pulling away. "Jenna,” He was already rock hard, and hoped his cassock had disguised this fact. "Shush. You're very special." She whispered, barely audible. "You're warm, caring,  You're strong. You deserve to be experience the joys of the flesh." She kissed him again. It's okay to feel nervous. First time is always a bit nerve-racking. But just relax. You'll be just fine,” What an adorable lamb to the slaughter, Jenna thought to herself. He's so scared and unsure. I've never seduced a virgin before, so I'd better not go too hard on him. I do love a challenge. With a bit of encouragement, this sweet guy could have real potential. The touch of her lips sent a fire through his body, a jolt that brought a tingle to every micron of his skin. "Oh, Jenna!" "Shhh." Her lips caressed his own, then his nose, his ear. "Don't talk just now, okay?" "Mmm?" She kissed him again, gently caressing his upper lip between her own. At last, he responded. "Josh." Jenna smiled cheekily. "You're a pretty good kisser, you know that?" "Really?" Just relax. I'm not going anywhere, there's no rush. All we have to do is discover each other. There's no hurry. No-one's going to come in here. I imagine the vicar will be busy for ages." Jenna ran her hand down the front of his black cassock. "Oh my, you're more than ready. "Let's get these buttons unfastened." She knelt before him, opening the cassock and revealing the black trousers underneath. And another straining crotch bulge. "I'm going to worship you," she whispered, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. Josh was wearing plain black briefs underneath. It was fun seeing the different types of undies men wore. First there was Reverend Morris with his "holy boxers," then Gordon and his sensible white y-fronts, now Josh with smart black tight-fitting briefs. "Everything will be fine. I promise. Close your eyes if it makes you feel better, okay?" The curate hesitated still, but Jenna's smile was reassuring and gentle. "I promise you'll like it." With a shudder, Josh squeezed his eyes tight as his trousers and underwear were lowered, and he could feel the cool air of the room, then Jenna's warm breath on his manhood. "There we are." He couldn't resist a peek, through half-closed eyes. He was painfully stiff, of course, harder than he'd ever been in his life, but he didn't need his eyes to tell him that. He shivered as Jenna ran her hand through his pubes and stooped to kiss him there. He gasped as her smooth palm encircled him. "Oh my God!" "Mmm. So beautiful. Truly God's gift to women. Just relax, don't fight the feeling. Isn't it nice?" Jenna kissed the very tip of his member, and he gasped and moaned, his muscles tensing. "Don't fight it now Josh, just let the feelings come. Relax and let it take you. You don't have to hold it back, just let it come." With that, she closed her lips around his head, tasted him with her tongue. "Uh! Oh Jesus!" The curate groaned. The crescendo was boiling in him now, wonderful and frightening and exhilarating. Nothing could have prepared him for the warm embrace of a woman's mouth, the slight roughness of her tongue as she rolled it up and down his length. No porn, no fantasy could have approached the sensation of her lips gently drawing on his cock, coaxing him towards a peak of indescribable pleasure. The fire was in him and around him, consuming him and his thoughts until all that he was became the connection with her, his flesh and her mouth. Her hands cradled his cock gently as he built towards climax, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow. "Oh,” "Let it come." Josh sighed deeply in relief as Jenna enveloped him again, shuddered as he felt himself swell between her lips, as he released himself to her, surrendered to her, spurting his cum. She lingered over his manhood, slowly coaxing him down from the heights of his ecstasy. She gently licked his shaft and kissed a drop of his essence from the tip, and smiled up at him. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She said, standing up. "Did you enjoy your first blowjob?" "Jenna. Fucking hell!" "I'll take that as a yes?" "Yes!" he gasped. "Oh good. Because we're not done yet. You don't get off that easily you know!" Jenna began unfastening her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Josh's eyes widened. She wasn't wearing any panties. An old, battered table was in the middle of the storeroom. Jenna cleared it and reclined on it, spreading her legs and unfastening her blouse. No bra! "Your turn." Josh crossed himself. "Just trust your instincts." She whispered, lowering herself onto her back. Josh stared at her for a second, dumbstruck by her beauty and timid as a deer. Her gently smiling face and the flowing red hair that framed it, the round fullness of her breasts, her long legs, and the tantalizing lure of her wet womanhood between, Finding his courage at last, Josh moved close. With a shaky hand he reached out and tentatively cupped her left breast. Tracing the nipple with his thumb, ever so gently. "Mmm nice, Josh. Keep going!" Encouraged, Josh lowered his mouth to her other breast, the memory of the delightful sensations she'd given him earlier fresh in his mind. He felt her run her fingers through his short blonde hair as he tasted her with his tongue, heard her sigh as he closed his lips around her nipple. "Gently now." "Sorry!" The curate feasted on her breasts for a bit longer, before moving down to her abdomen, planting more kisses, then he paused for a moment. Jenna said nothing, silently urging him to carry on, and he did. Tentatively, he kissed the inside of her thighs, tracing a finger through the trimmed hair above her slit. Josh continued to lovingly kiss her thighs, his nerves beginning to fade. The heady scent of her was overpowering, emboldening him to trail a finger between her cunt lips. The wetness he felt there surprised him, and he glanced up. "You're doing great, Josh." Jenna answered in a throaty whisper. "Please don't stop." He ran a finger over her clit, causing her to let out a moan. Lowering his head, he caressed her softly with his mouth, tasting her. "Oh Josh,” He suckled gently on her clit and she let out a scream. "Jenna?" He pulled away from her, his fear returning. "Did I hurt you?" "No Josh. It was incredible, that's all. When you licked me down there, wow. You sure know how to thrill a woman. You learn quick! But don't make me cum just yet. Because I want you inside me when it happens." Josh's heart leapt into his throat. "Oh,” "Are you ready?" "Um, but protection, I-I don't have a condom,” "It's okay, you don't need to worry. I'm on the Pill." "Oh, right. Good,” "Think of this as doing God's work," Jenna purred, urging him to get on with it. She was eager to feel that virgin cock inside her. Slowly he positioned himself above her on the creaking table. Jenna took his cock in her hand, guiding him. He felt the head of his organ nestle inside her. "Lord in Heaven!" It was such exquisite torture, fighting the urge to cum as fast as he could. The feel of her cunt as it sheathed him was beyond even the joys he'd felt already. At first, he slipped in and out of her slowly. He buried his face in her neck. "Umm, oh God Josh. Yes! Go harder!" Jenna slowly relaxed her control, allowing him to work his cock in and out of her more forcefully. He thrust in deep, as far as he could, and gasped, savoring the sensation. "Oh Josh, that's so good!" He speeded up, as she wrapped her legs round him. Soon he was pounding her like a pro. "Jenna!" He could feel his climax coming now, a mighty force of almost Biblical proportions. Just as Jesus drove out many devils, Josh drove out his virginity, casting it aside forever. He'd been freed. "Ugh!" With a roar of release the curate came, filling Jenna's womanhood with his seed. Josh wasn't sure how long his orgasm lasted. But he knew that it was wonderful, an epiphany of sensation, and that Jenna writhed and gasped in the throes of her own climax in perfect harmony with his. When they'd both calmed down, Jenna held him close and kissed him. "Are you okay? You were amazing, Josh, do you know that? How are you feeling?" "Just fantastic, absolutely fantastic! I, wow. That was, incredible. Um, do you mind if I say a quick prayer for both of us?" "Not at all. You go ahead." When he'd finished, he opened his eyes and looked at Jenna, who was smiling broadly. "You are going to become a bloody amazing vicar!" She said. An Erotic Dream & an organ lesson. T'was the Year of Our Lord 1739, and on a road bound for London, weary preacher and hymn writer Charles Wesley had just arrived at a tavern. "Innkeeper! I hath been riding all day and my poor horse be in the great need of water and rest. As am I." Charles said. "Fear thee not, good fellow, I'll tend to thine horse!" The innkeeper replied. "If it's a room for the night you're looking for, then ye hath come to the right place. Here at the Lamb Inn, there's always a warm greeting for a weary traveler. I'll leave ye in the capable hands of my fine wench Jen, who is adept at making gentlemen feel welcome,” "Greetings to you sir!" Jen said, and Charles was a little taken aback by this stunning redheaded wench. "If you'd like to follow me, I'll lead you to your bedchamber." She picked up a candle and gave him a seductive smirk. "Gladly, Miss!" Charles replied, following her up the creaking wooden staircase. In the main room, sounds of merriment filled the air as many men supped ale and enjoyed the company of willing wenches. "I see you're a man of faith, sir," said Jen as she reached the top of the stairs. "Have you travelled far?" "Aye, all the way from Bristol. I write many hymns. I'm going to visit my older brother John, who's in London. He's a preacher too. In fact he,” "Oh gosh, of course! Your brother must be John Wesley, founder of that Methodist movement I keep hearin' about!" "That's right! I'm Charles Wesley." Jen entered the bedchamber. "Here we are, Mr. Wesley. I trust the room is to your liking? This happens to be a new room - never been used before. Bed never slept in, chair never sat on, chamber pot never,” "Ah, glorious!" Charles interrupted her. "It looks most excellent. I am indeed blessed to have been afforded such kindness. God is good!" "Mmm, thanks be to God," Jen replied, eyeing up Charles. He was young and rather attractive for a man of the cloth. Most of the clergy she'd encountered in her life had been very old men. "There be a fresh jug of water on the table for you, Mr. Wesley. We're lucky here. The Lamb has a deep well which provides safe, clean water to drink. That's why we get so many visitors desperate to quench their thirst without worry of getting the flux." Charles nodded as he put his bag down on the chair and removed his black robe. That four poster bed looked so inviting. "Why don't you sit on the bed, Mr. Wesley? I cannot help but wonder, after all that riding, do you not grow a little stiff?" "Um, I am a little stiff, yes." "Then come over here and sit beside me." Jen said, patting the bed. "I'd be interested to hear about your hymn writing." Charles bashfully did as she asked. "Well right now, I am working on a "Hymn for Christmas Day." But I confess I have only written the first verse. "Perchance could I hear this first verse?" Jen replied. Charles nodded. "Hark how all the Welkin rings Glory to the King of Kings, Peace on Earth, and Mercy mild, God and Sinners reconciled!" "I'd say that's a marvelous first verse," said Jen. "Very stirring, very uplifting. It makes one, rise to the occasion." Her hand had somehow ended up on his thigh. "Oh do you think so? That pleases me greatly, Miss! Now if only I could complete it." Jen removed her mobcap, revealing long, tumbling red locks. Charles gazed, mesmerized. "By all the saints, you're a pretty woman, Miss,” "Jen, Mr. Wesley, perhaps I can be of some help to you." She blew out the candle. "Oh my! Now we're in the dark. How careless of me! We'll just have to,” "Oh Miss Jen!" Charles gasped as her hand groped him in an intimate place. "I think you've risen to the occasion Mr. Wesley!" A few moments later and the good wench had relieved the dear Mr. Wesley of his breeches and cast off the rest of his apparel, including a periwig. The preacher produced naked, stiff, and erect, a wonderful maypole. Jen put her hands to this fine example of maleness and her actions had the desired effect. "Ah! I think my inspiration is returning!" "I'm filled with joy, Mr. Wesley! Tis an honor to help you!" "Joyful all ye Nations rise, Join the Triumph of the Skies, Universal Nature say "Christ the Lord is born to Day!" "That's a wonderful second verse!" Jen ran her tongue round the preacher's erect member, before taking his entire length into her mouth. "Oh Lord in Heaven, I have given in to sin, but if the sin results in a completed hymn, will thou look upon me with mercy?" Charles gasped, as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Jen withdrew. "The Lord will indeed pardon you, Mr. Wesley. Now please relax and enjoy my help!" "Ah, oh my God, thine tongue is divine, it feels so good!" Jen sucked, licked and teased Charles' cock until he could take no more. "Miss Jen! I'm going to spend! Oh, yes!" "Ahh, I have been anointed by your holy essence, Mr. Wesley!" Jen giggled as she eagerly gobbled up his seed. Charles' face bore an expression of utter bliss and satisfaction. "Oh Miss Jen. I am so grateful God delivered me to this inn. What sweet pleasures you have afforded me this evening!" A furious knocking on the bedchamber door disturbed the blissful ambience. "Jen! Jen! You need to get up!" a woman shouted. "Is that, the innkeeper's wife?" Charles wondered, still dazed after his powerful orgasm. Jen licked the remaining cum off the preacher's softening cock. "Mm, sounds like Mother. But wait, Mother died of smallpox ten years ago, so how, ?" Everything seemed to fade away in a strange haze. "Jen! You're going to be late for work! Wake up!" Jenna finally awoke. "Huh? What?" "Are you alright?" Her mum shouted. "Answer me or I'm coming in." "Um yeah. I'm fine Mum!" She rolled over and reached for her smartphone. Squinting, she looked at the clock. "Shit! I overslept!" Breakfast was a rushed affair, with Jenna barely able to drink half a cup of coffee and a piece of toast. "For goodness cake, slow down before you choke on that," her mum said. "Can't believe I overslept. I set my phone. I've never done that before." Jenna said. "Hey, we all do it sometimes. Though your exertions at church no doubt kept you up late. Your dad and I noticed how much time you've been spending at St. Michael's. Now feel free to tell me to mind my own business, but what's with the sudden obsession with church? You've never been interested before. You used to laugh at Gran for being in the Mother's Union." "I guess the pandemic made me think about things differently," Jenna lied, trying to think up a good excuse. "I know I never attended church much before, but I never stopped being a believer." "That's great, Jen. I'm glad it makes you happy. I just hope you're not spending all your time with old people, though. It's good to mix with people your own age." "Oh there's a good mix of different ages at St Michael's. They're not all boomers, Mum. The curate, Yulia and Debbie aren't much different to me. And Reverend Morris, .he's amazing." "I'm sure he is," her mum replied, with a wry grin. "You out tonight?" "Yes. Choir practice." Jenna grabbed her bag and car keys. "By the way, who's Charles Wesley?" "Um, what?" "You were yelling his name over and over in your sleep. You must've been dreaming." "Oh. Well he's a guy who wrote a lot of great hymns. He lived in the 18th century. He wrote that famous carol "Hark the Herald Angels Sing", although the original words were different. Gotta go. Love you. Bye!" Jenna's mum shook her head. "Charles Wesley? When I was growing up, I used to dream about Brad Pitt." "I have got to get a place of my own," Jenna muttered to herself as she headed to the car. "That was cringe." Jenna had prepared herself for her evening "choir practice" with Gordon, by wearing her best lingerie and a sexy dress that perfectly highlighted her curves and cleavage. The organist himself had also made an effort, by wearing his best suit and tie. With his black robe unfastened, he resembled an old-fashioned headmaster. "Hello there!" Gordon said, grinning from ear to ear. Whoa, she looked drop-dead gorgeous. He was practically drooling like a dog in heat. "Not so bad yourself, Gordon!" Jenna replied. "Love the suit. Now all you need is a cane." "A cane?" "To punish me with. You see, I've been a naughty girl. I forgot to practice that piece of music you mentioned." "Oh dearie me," Gordon said, walking over to her. "Whatever am I to do with such a naughty girl? Never mind. I'm sure you can make it up to me some way,” He sat down on the organ stool. "Come sit in my lap, Jenna. We're going to play a little tune together. I'm sure you can do it." "Why Gordon, I'm not sure I can play this. It's a bit of a step up from the piano." "Just give it a try. I'm sure you'll learn quick!" He winked. "Try the third manual," he added, indicating one of the keyboards. Jenna bit her lip and slid onto Gordon's lap. She deliberated wiggled about a bit, causing him to let out a groan. "This seat is a little, hard!" Jenna began playing the first few notes. "You're right, Kings and Queens does sound fantastic on a pipe organ. I'd have never guessed you were an Ava Max fan, Gordon." "Hah, I'm not. Can't stand modern pop music. But the younger members of the choir are always begging for this song. You're great at this!" As Jenna continued to play, Gordon began massaging her breasts and kissing her exposed neck. "Oh Gordon," Jenna sighed. "There's a part-time job available,” he continued, between kisses. "An assistant choirmaster and pianist at the Sunday school. Three days a week. The school isn't just open on Sundays anymore. There's a crèche and breakfast club on Wednesdays. They do after-school sessions for kids who have special needs. It's not bad money. I know you've got all the relevant qualifications. If you're interested, I could easily pull a few strings and get you in." Jenna suddenly halted her playing. "Wow, are you serious?" "Of course I am. Look, the young 'uns think I'm some kind of ogre. And they're probably right. But you, you'd be such an asset to the school. And tell me honestly, do you truly enjoy working in a call center?" "I hate it. The pay is shit and I hate my boss. Now she's a real-life ogre." "Exactly. Your talents are wasted in a dead-end job like that, Jenna. It's up to you of course, but please give it some thought." She turned round to face him. Kissing him hard the lips, she slipped her arms round his shoulders. "I've given it thought. I accept! Now why don't you let me thank you properly, Gordon?" Jenna hiked up her dress, and unfastened Gordon's belt. She unzipped his trousers, pushed down his underpants, and his rock hard erection sprang free from its encumbrance. Unable to contain himself any longer, Gordon pulled aside the crotch of her damp panties, positioned himself to her entrance, and pushed himself into her. The soft lips between her legs parted, and she threw her head back in sudden ecstasy as the organist began thrusting himself in and out of her warm body, slowly at first, then building in speed. Outside, a black 4 by 4 had just pulled up in the church car park. John Norris got out of the driver's side and furiously slammed the door shut. "John please, don't do this!" his wife pleaded. "Not in the church!" "Look Patricia, I want to get to the bottom of this. First Gordon angrily accuses me of spreading lies on Facebook. He called me "the biggest shit-stirrer in this church" to my face! Now the chaps at the Rotary Club have frozen me out. They said I've been making sexist jokes and racist comments about Ukrainians! I ask you, when have I ever made a racist comment? I haven't a racist bone in my body! And I've never signed up to Facebook either. Someone is trying to smear my name. If you ask me, Gordon's the one behind it all! Well, we'll see what he has to say, man-to-man." A look of horror swept Mrs. Norris' face. "You can't go in there! I can hear the organ - the choir are in there!" "I don't care if the whole bloody town is in there!" John yelled, a display of anger that was most unlike him. "This has gone too far. I can't believe Gordon could be so vindictive. He'd a bad-tempered sod, but I never thought he'd do this. Libel is a serious offence." He stormed into the church and marched down the aisle, his panicking wife rushing after him. "Alright alright, it wasn't Gordon. It was me!" She grabbed his arm. He halted. "What?" "I did it." John shook his head. "Why are you trying to protect him? Do you fancy him or something? Is there more to this?" "No! No of course I don't! Look, I signed up to Facebook so I could access the church page but I used your name. I know I shouldn't have but, well surely you must know how members of this church treat me? I'd have been blocked immediately!" John's face had gone through several shades of red and was now the color of raw steak. "You, Did what? You've been spreading lies and racist comments using an account with my name? What the hell am I married to?" He walked round the side of the organ. "Bloody hell!" Mrs. Norris shoved him aside, wondering what had shocked him. "That's her! She's the one who's caused all this! The little tart! She's bringing filth and depravity to this church!" John glared at his wife. "I'd say your own venom has done that already, Patricia." He turned and stormed off. "I'm going home. To pack a few things. I'm going to stay at my brother's for a bit. And you, well you can go to Hell." "Gordon, do you hear somebody shouting?" Jenna sighed as she felt his warm cum fill her. "Probably just a bit of rowdy teen behavior outside," Gordon replied with a smirk. To be continued. By Blacksheep, for Literotica.

David believed in God's worldwide sovereignty. He was not just king over Israel. He was king over the world and David envisioned a time when all nations of the world will assemble before God the King.

Welcome to The Times of Israel's Daily Briefing, your 20-minute audio update on what's happening in Israel, the Middle East and the Jewish world. Editor David Horovitz joins host Amanda Borschel-Dan for today's episode. In a speech today in Istanbul, Turkey's President Recep Tayyip Erdogan praised the “courageous decision” of the International Criminal Court to seek the arrest of Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and former defense minister Yoav Gallant. The ICC issued the warrants against the Israeli leaders and Hamas military chief Mohammed Deif on Thursday on charges of crimes against humanity and war crimes in the Gaza conflict. We discuss how this as a new line in the sand for Israel-supporting countries. Yesterday, new Defense Minister Israel Katz announced an end to administrative detention orders for West Bank settlers. Almost on the heels of this announcement, several dozen Jewish extremists in Hebron for an annual pilgrimage tried to attack the head of the IDF Central Command Maj. Gen. Avi Bluth. Five were arrested. Horovitz weighs in on this announcement and other unsettling news regarding settlers this week. In a highly unusual move, the State Prosecutor's Office on Friday published a rebuttal to allegations that it has been selectively enforcing the law concerning leaked intelligence information with the grave charges it has brought against Eli Feldstein, a spokesman for Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, and an unnamed IDF reservist, in relation to the leak of a stolen, classified document to German newspaper Bild. A second PMO spokesman, Jonathan Urich, was questioned by the Israel Police's Lahav 433 major crimes unit for a second time on Wednesday as part of the probe. Horovitz discusses the prosecutor's unusual move to publish a Q&A on the case and raises other outstanding questions surrounding it. For news updates, please check out The Times of Israel's ongoing live blog. Discussed articles include: UK indicates it could arrest Netanyahu on ICC warrant, as Hungary invites him to visit Analysts warn ICC arrest warrants could pave way to future arms embargoes on Israel Defense minister declares end to administrative detention against West Bank settlers Several dozen Jewish extremists in Hebron try to attack IDF's top West Bank commander Troops smuggled settler leader into Gaza to survey settlement options – report State prosecution posts rare rebuttal of ‘misinformation' relating to PMO intel leak case Report: Netanyahu adviser Urich questioned for second time in document leak case Subscribe to The Times of Israel Daily Briefing on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, YouTube, or wherever you get your podcasts. This episode was produced by the Pod-Waves. IMAGE: Undated photo of the International Criminal Court (ICC) in The Hague, the Netherlands. (Oliver de la Haye/iStock)See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Chris White does a deep dive into which nations are said to come against Jerusalem in the Gog Magog War. This is a continuing study by Chris on the subject of Gog and Magog.

A @Christadelphians Video: # Summary The seminar explores Biblical prophecies concerning Arab nations, tracing their lineage back to Ishmael, and discusses their future roles in relation to Israel and the coming Kingdom. # Highlights -

Between the 1870s and the late 1990s, over 150,000 First Nations, Métis and Inuit children were forced to attend church-run, government-funded residential schools. As of three years ago, the National Centre for Truth and Reconciliation had documented more than 4,100 deaths of children at these institutions. In 2022, Kimberley Murray was appointed Independent Special Interlocutor for Missing Children and Unmarked Graves and Burial Sites associated with Indian Residential Schools. She released her final report, Sites of Truth, Sites of Conscience, last month. We discuss the report with Professor Frank Deer of the Faculty of Education at the University of Manitoba.

Il y a deux mois, Israël lançait une intense campagne de bombardements sur le Liban voisin, accompagnée d'une offensive terrestre. 900 000 personnes ont été poussées sur les routes et des centaines sont mortes selon les Nations unies. Dans ce contexte, deux correspondantes françaises, Sophie Guignon et Chloé Domat, et le dessinateur libanais Kamal Hakim nous invitent à voyager à Beyrouth pour découvrir l'histoire du Liban contemporain.  RFI: Sophie Guignon, vous êtes journaliste correspondante au Liban. Comment vous est venue cette idée de bande dessinée ?Sophie Guignon : C'est un projet qui est né après l'explosion du port de Beyrouth, le 4 août 2020. L'idée s'est assez vite imposée, en tant que journaliste, de suivre des médecins dont les hôpitaux ont été détruits à cause de l'explosion. Et c'est comme ça qu'on a rencontré le docteur Sacy dans les ruines de son hôpital. Il avait construit quelques années auparavant le premier service de pédiatrie d'urgence de pointe dans un hôpital public. Et donc ça permettait d'accueillir tout le monde, les réfugiés syriens, les Palestiniens, les travailleurs migrants et, de plus en plus, récemment, avec la crise économique aussi, des Libanais de la classe moyenneÀ travers l'histoire du docteur Sacy, vous relevez le défi de raconter la complexe histoire contemporaine du Liban en bande dessinée.C'est vrai que raconter le Liban en tant que journaliste et à travers le format d'une bande dessinée, c'est toujours un challenge, parce que le Liban est un pays assez complexe. La figure du docteur Sacy, c'est une figure intéressante parce que c'est une figure qui a aussi évolué avec le pays au fil des années. C'est quelqu'un qui, quand il a commencé sa carrière, notamment pendant la guerre civile, s'est engagé aux côtés des milices chrétiennes. Il était ambulancier, ce n'était pas un combattant. Mais voilà, c'était quand même un engagement à une époque où les Libanais étaient très divisés, on était en plein conflit de guerre civile, conflit interconfessionnel. C'est quelqu'un qui était un homme de son temps, mais qui au fur et à mesure de la reconstruction a aussi évolué jusqu'à devenir le pédiatre de nombreux Libanais, mais aussi des réfugiés syriens, des réfugiés palestiniens et des plus pauvres au Liban. Donc, c'est quelqu'un qui, au fur et à mesure du temps, s'est aussi engagé pour les plus déshérités.Dans cette BD, on vous voit aussi évoluer, vous et votre collègue Chloé Domat. Vous êtes toutes les deux correspondantes pour des médias francophones. Quel regard portez-vous sur cette expérience ?C'est vrai que c'est une actualité très difficile. On vit au Liban, donc toutes les catastrophes qui arrivent, on les vit aussi avec les Libanais. C'est quand même un pays où il y a aussi une grande solidarité qui se manifeste. Aujourd'hui, avec la guerre, il y a énormément de gens qui sont engagés pour préparer des repas pour les déplacés, qui ont ouvert des écoles, qui ont ouvert aussi leur maison pour accueillir plus de 1 400 000 déplacés au Liban. C'est plus d'un habitant sur quatre. Donc, c'est évidemment une actualité difficile. Mais je dirais aussi qu'en tant que journaliste, on essaye de montrer ce qu'il peut y avoir de positif, ou en tout cas un message d'espoir pour l'avenir. Et le docteur Sacy, c'était quelqu'un qui avait un message de solidarité et d'espoir pour l'avenir du Liban. Et à travers cette BD, on essaye de faire aussi perdurer son message.L'un des personnages de votre BD revient justement sur l'emploi fréquent du mot résilient pour décrire les Libanais. C'est une erreur, d'après vous ?C'est quelque chose qui peut aussi finir par être agaçant, de considérer que les Libanais sont résilients face aux guerres, à la crise économique, qui a quand même fait plonger plus de 80 % de la population sous le seuil de pauvreté. On ne peut pas effectivement rester intact après toutes ces crises, c'est aussi ça qu'on voulait raconter et un peu démystifier cette tendance qu'effectivement beaucoup de gens ont à décrire le Liban et les Libanais comme des gens résilients. En fait, non, les gens, la population, les Libanais ne sont pas résilients. Ils font ce qu'ils peuvent au milieu des crises, avec le plus de dignité possible. Mais ceux qui sont réellement les plus résilients, c'est en fait la classe politique. Parce que c'est eux qui n'ont pas bougé depuis la guerre civile, depuis 40 ans, 50 ans même.À écouter dans Grand reportageLiban : les civils pris au piège de l'offensive israélienne

The St. Paul Center's daily scripture reflections from the Mass for Friday of the Thirty-Third Week in Ordinary Time by Dr. John Bergsma. Cecilia, Virgin, Martyr Obligatory Memorial First Reading: Revelation 10: 8-11 Responsorial Psalm: Psalms 119: 14, 24, 72, 103, 111, 131 Alleluia: John 10: 27 Gospel: Luke 19: 45-48   Our biggest sale of the year is here! For a limited time you can get:   20% off of all of our books A FREE Ignatius Catholic Study Bible and $100 off our All-Access Membership 50% off our complete Journey Through Scripture DVD set All promotions are valid from November 22 until December 2, 2024. no refunds available for purchases made before or after the dates specified.  Don't wait! To shop our books click here: https://stpaulcenter.com/emmaus-road-publishing/   To get your free Study Bible visit: https://stpaulcenter.com/bible/#memberships   To check out our DVD set, check out this link: https://stpaulcenter.com/complete-journey/   In Walking with the Holy Family—a free 32-day Advent series from the St. Paul Center—you'll explore the key messianic promises of the Old Testament, their typological fulfillment in Christ, and how we continue to live this time of fulfillment in the Church today. This daily reflection series begins December 1st, so sign up now and start this sacred journey with us at StPaulCenter.com/Advent. Learn more about the Mass at www.stpaulcenter.com

A lot has changed in the college football landscape since Mike and I chatted. Now we're getting closer to the College Football Playoff, and we have a LOT to discuss!! Who is truly the Heisman front-runner? Does Ashton Jeanty stand a chance against Travis Hunter? Where should Boise State end up in the final rankings? Should they be able to get a first round bye?  Who is a dark horse?! We talk about Georgia and whether or not they can get the job done to finish up the season and why teams should be worried about them if they get into the playoff. Should Penn State be in the playoff and should anybody be concerned about them?  SO MUCH to talk about and we want you to join in on the conversation too!!  Please enjoy this episode (which is brought to you by Nations Best Football)  ____________________________________________________________________________ Make sure you give Mike a follow on his platforms as you can see below: Mike Zanetti Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mike_zanetti/  Football Reality Podcast: https://www.instagram.com/football_reality_podcast/  If you're a college football fanatic, make sure to hit us with a follow as well and share this with a friend!!

Au sommaire du «Café des Sports» (RFI et France 24). Diffusion : 16h10 TU et 21h10 TU. (Disponible sur RFI, France 24, Facebook Live RFI et YouTube Live RFI). - CAN 2025 au Maroc : la phase de qualification terminée ! ; - Vinícius, le Camerounais ? ; - Ligue des Nations 2025 : des chocs au programme ; - Pep Guardiola, un «Citizen» for ever ? CAN 2025 au Maroc : la phase de qualification terminée !Les 24 équipes qualifiées sont connues. Quels enseignements tirer de cette phase ?Vinícius, le Camerounais ?La star brésilienne aurait des ancêtres au pays des Lions indomptables. Retour sur une quête insolite menée par la fédération brésilienne de football.Ligue des Nations 2025 : des chocs au programmeLe tableau des quarts de finale est dévoilé avec notamment France vs. Croatie et Italie vs. Allemagne, focus !Pep Guardiola, un «Citizen» for ever ?Le technicien catalan prolonge son contrat avec Manchester City jusqu'en 2027. Et pour conclure :Les cartons vidéo de la semaine, choisis par nos auditeurs et téléspectateurs, ainsi que les coups de cœur et les coups de griffes de nos consultants. Pour en débattre :Autour d'Annie Gasnier : Frédéric Suteau, Rémy Ngono, Benjamin Moukandjo et Ludovic Duchesne.Chef d'édition : David Fintzel.TCR et vidéo : Laurent Salerno, Souheil Kheidir et Yann Bourdelas.

Au sommaire du «Café des Sports» (RFI et France 24). Diffusion : 16h10 TU et 21h10 TU. (Disponible sur RFI, France 24, Facebook Live RFI et YouTube Live RFI). - CAN 2025 au Maroc : la phase de qualification terminée ! ; - Vinícius, le Camerounais ? ; - Ligue des Nations 2025 : des chocs au programme ; - Pep Guardiola, un «Citizen» for ever ? CAN 2025 au Maroc : la phase de qualification terminée !Les 24 équipes qualifiées sont connues. Quels enseignements tirer de cette phase ?Vinícius, le Camerounais ?La star brésilienne aurait des ancêtres au pays des Lions indomptables. Retour sur une quête insolite menée par la fédération brésilienne de football.Ligue des Nations 2025 : des chocs au programmeLe tableau des quarts de finale est dévoilé avec notamment France vs. Croatie et Italie vs. Allemagne, focus !Pep Guardiola, un «Citizen» for ever ?Le technicien catalan prolonge son contrat avec Manchester City jusqu'en 2027. Et pour conclure :Les cartons vidéo de la semaine, choisis par nos auditeurs et téléspectateurs, ainsi que les coups de cœur et les coups de griffes de nos consultants. Pour en débattre :Autour d'Annie Gasnier : Frédéric Suteau, Rémy Ngono, Benjamin Moukandjo et Ludovic Duchesne.Chef d'édition : David Fintzel.TCR et vidéo : Laurent Salerno, Souheil Kheidir et Yann Bourdelas.

The St. Paul Center's daily scripture reflections from the Mass for Friday of the Thirty-Third Week in Ordinary Time by Dr. John Bergsma. Cecilia, Virgin, Martyr Obligatory Memorial First Reading: Revelation 10: 8-11 Responsorial Psalm: Psalms 119: 14, 24, 72, 103, 111, 131 Alleluia: John 10: 27 Gospel: Luke 19: 45-48   Our biggest sale of the year is here! For a limited time you can get:   20% off of all of our books A FREE Ignatius Catholic Study Bible and $100 off our All-Access Membership 50% off our complete Journey Through Scripture DVD set All promotions are valid from November 22 until December 2, 2024. no refunds available for purchases made before or after the dates specified.  Don't wait! To shop our books click here: https://stpaulcenter.com/emmaus-road-publishing/   To get your free Study Bible visit: https://stpaulcenter.com/bible/#memberships   To check out our DVD set, check out this link: https://stpaulcenter.com/complete-journey/   In Walking with the Holy Family—a free 32-day Advent series from the St. Paul Center—you'll explore the key messianic promises of the Old Testament, their typological fulfillment in Christ, and how we continue to live this time of fulfillment in the Church today. This daily reflection series begins December 1st, so sign up now and start this sacred journey with us at StPaulCenter.com/Advent. Learn more about the Mass at www.stpaulcenter.com

Akutnhom thuëc kura aci Ivory Coast tiäm 7 thuecden yic African Cup of Nations kɔc ka thiäär ku detem (Quarter Final) pɛn New South Wales.

Just 10 days away from the 4 Nations Roster Announcements!Let's celebrate by going through our updated projections by Insider Frank Seravalli and Matt Larkin.First we will talk about Alex Ovechkin and the recent news that he will officially be out 4 to 6 weeks with a broken fibula. What does this mean for his scoring record?Department of Player Safety Head, George Parros, speaks out about a few recent hits in the NHL and explained why one was a suspension and others aren't. Let's talk about it!Then we jump into our updated projections for the 4 Nations tournament. Who's in and who's out?Then Cole Bagley joins for the All 32 to discuss the latest on the Utah Hockey Club!$250 Fanatics Gift Card Giveaway: https://www.dailyfaceoff.com/contests/speak-up-and-scoreSHOUTOUT TO OUR SPONSORS!!

The Official Scottish Rugby Podcast returns to preview a bumper weekend of action in Edinburgh. Scotland round out their Famous Grouse Nations Series campaign when they host a resurgent Australia on Sunday. The result of that game will go a long way to setting the mood of November. Before that, Scotland 'A' are back in action on home soil for the first time in a decade as they host Chile at Hive Stadium. Caroline Blair and Chris Paterson preview both fixtures, and reflect on the Autumn as a whole. There is also special mention for an extra-special attendee to Sunday's game. Sione and Mosese Tuipulotu's 'Granny from Greenock', Jaqueline Thomson will watch her grandsons play rugby in the flesh for the first time, after she was flown over by Skyscanner, Official Partner of Scottish Rugby. 

Since the Reagan era even so-called conservatives have euphorically championed the idea that anyone absolutely anyone can become American. In practice, this means that America amounts to little more than a set of civic convictions and ethnical principles that almost anyone can agree to. But this view of a nation is almost completely absent to scripture, world history, and the founding fathers. Nations are composed of a distinct people, occupying a distinct place and assimilation is not *merely* a matter of intellectual assent and enjoying apple pie. Tune in now as we discuss. Read the whole statement at https://www.statementonchristiannationalism.com/ Watch the whole series with Isker now by becoming a member at https://patreon.com/rightresponseministries Get your tickets now for our 2025 Conference. Christ Is King: How To Defeat Trash World at ⁠https://rightresponseconference.com⁠ *MINISTRY SPONSORS:* *Private Family Banking* How to Connect with Private Family Banking: 1. FREE 20-MINUTE COURSE HERE: https://www.canva.com/design/DAF2TQVcA10/WrG1FmoJYp9o9oUcAwKUdA/view 2. Send an email inquiry to banking@privatefamilybanking.com 3. Receive a FREE e-book entitled "How to Build Multi-Generational Wealth Outside of Wall Street and Avoid the Coming Banking Meltdown", by going to https://www.protectyourmoneynow.net 4. Set up a FREE Private Family Banking Discovery call using this link: https://calendly.com/familybankingnow/30min 5. For a Multi-Generational Wealth Planning Guide Book for only $4.99, use this link for my affiliate relationship with "Seven Generations Legacy": https://themoneyadvantage.idevaffiliate.com/13.html *Reece Fund.* Christian Capital. Boldly Deployed https://www.reecefund.com/ *TopKnot Alpaca Care* Call Elijah at 231-252-5710 if you are interested in working with Christian brothers and would like more information. If you're committed to building the Kingdom through your vocation, submit an application on our website: https://www.topknotcare.com/work-for-topknot *Squirrelly Joes Coffee - Caffeinating The Modern Reformation* Our audience can get a free bag of coffee (just pay shipping) by visiting ⁠https://squirrellyjoes.com/rightresponse ⁠ *The Word Soap* https://thewordsoap.com

WARNING: This episode contains discussion of self harm and may not be suitable for young or sensitive viewers   Steve Kang experienced hell after a demon disguised as an Asian grandpa convinced him to end his pain by taking his life. Through the prayers of Christians, Steve got another chance at life and has dedicated himself to spreading the Gospel of Jesus Christ.    In this episode Steve shares: Growing up as a Buddhist A rebellious stage of his life where he experimented with drugs  An episode of drug induced psychosis and how a demon appeared and led him to harm himself in his home with a knife, nearly dying A group of Christians who prayed for Steve to be saved in the hospital and how God would answer this prayer God moves to heal Steve of the PTSD he had after his visit to hell by giving him a heaven experience (and what he saw there) How his life has changed today, seminary and ministry   Steve's Bio: Founder Revive The Nations, Church Planter, Author and Speaker Pastor Steve Kang is married to Goeun and graduated from Talbot Seminary in 2008. He was saved from a near death accident in 1998 and has been serving as full-time and now bivocational pastor for the next generation for the past 20 years. He is called to make disciples and plant churches and bring the lost back home as well.   Steve was featured in a recent movie, After Death: https://www.angel.com/movies/after-death More links for Steve's ministry: https://www.allnationsjc.org/ministry  - Revive the Nations page  Steve's YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@SteveKang9879 Steve's recent book: https://a.co/d/5Ef47Kw

Chris, Tom, and Gareth are back for the penultimate pod of the autumn. They save the Wales chat for the end, as Gareth tries to make sense of the challenges facing the team. Chris questions whether England's coaching staff might be short on experience, while Tom argues that Scotland's clash with Australia is a must-win, believing it could define their entire year.

Throw a dart in the Old Testament and you’ll likely hit someone who is waiting on the Lord. Because from the very beginning, God made promises.

This week we are studying Ezekiel 27, a continuation of the Oracles Against the Nations. Even if you're a lifelong churchgoer, chances are you've never heard a sermon on Ezekiel's Oracles Against the Nations. Ezekiel's OAN is in competition with the genealogies in Chronicles or the purity regulations in Leviticus for the least-read scriptures.   Skipping the difficult parts is not the goal of Bible Fiber. I also do not manipulate the text for application lessons to our modern lives. Sometimes the main purpose of a biblical passage is to lay the groundwork for a broader understanding of Israel's place and circumstances. After Jerusalem fell, the Israelites were in a questioning headspace. They needed proof that they were still the covenant people. They longed for God to punish the nations who came against them. Ezekiel's OAN answers their doubts, even if indirectly. With Tyre, Ezekiel took three chapters to carry out his goal.After Ezekiel pronounced an oracle of judgement, God instructed the prophet to raise a lament for Tyre (27:1). A lament is a funeral song, like a graveside eulogy in our time. Occasionally, biblical prophets used laments as literary devices to announce judgment over Israel's enemies or, in Amos's case, Israel itself (Isa. 14-17, 19, 23; Amos 5:1-3). Delivered in a mocking tone, the lament expressed sorrow over the fate of a nation or city. They were inviting the condemned to their own funeral. Ezekiel adds his own spin to the classical lament by shaping it into an extended allegory. His lament over Tyre portrays the city as a luxury merchant ship that was hit by a strong wind and sank. Support the show

Les représentants des 195 pays réunis pour la COP29 sur le climat à Bakou piétinent… Qu'est-ce qui bloque ? Et si nous ne pouvons pas compter sur cette instance internationale, comment pouvons-nous affronter le changement climatique ? Nous faisons le point avec nos invités ! La 29ème conférence des Nations unies sur le climat se poursuit à Bakou, en Azerbaïdjan, jusqu'à la fin de la semaine. Comme chaque année, les attentes sont immenses car les conséquences du réchauffement climatique se font de plus en plus sentir. Par exemple, cette année, près de 7 millions de personnes ont été touchées par des inondations en Afrique occidentale et centrale. Ces catastrophes qui ravagent les habitations et les récoltes n'ont jamais été aussi nombreuses sur le continent. Mais malheureusement, les négociations piétinent. Que peut-on réellement attendre de ce processus des COP ? Et au-delà de ces négociations internationales, comment pouvons-nous affronter le changement climatique ?Avec- Ilian Moundib, ingénieur spécialiste des questions de résilience climatique pour S'adapter au changement climatique, aux éditions Tana, dans la collection Fake or not- Laurence Tubiana, directrice de la Fondation européenne pour le climat (ECF), Fondatrice de l'Iddri- Emre Ocal, membre de Banlieues Climat.

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Psalm 96 is an astonishingly happy psalm. It depicts the whole human race and even the trees, the earth, and the sea just filled with joy and rejoicing.  That actually raises a question. This isn't the world the way we know it. Not everybody is filled with joy, and the world itself is a broken place with natural disasters, disease, and death. How could we get from where we are to what we see in this psalm? Is this nothing but just an inaccessible, crazy idea of a world like this, or is it possible to get to a world like this? The answer actually is in here in the links this psalm gives to the rest of the Bible. This psalm is a series of summons or invitations, and there are three basic ones that are being given to us here: 1) the call to see, 2) the call to sing, and 3) the call to rejoice in judgment. This sermon was preached by Dr. Timothy Keller at Redeemer Presbyterian Church on August 18, 2013. Series: Open My Lips: Studies in the Psalms. Scripture: Psalm 96. Today's podcast is brought to you by Gospel in Life, the site for all sermons, books, study guides and resources from Timothy Keller and Redeemer Presbyterian Church. If you've enjoyed listening to this podcast and would like to support the ongoing efforts of this ministry, you can do so by visiting https://gospelinlife.com/give and making a one-time or recurring donation.

Bienvenue dans Radio Foot avec au sommaire ce mercredi 16h10-21h10 T.U. Objectif 35ᵉ CAN- Les Guépards de retour en phase finale, et de retour à la maison, après un dernier déplacement mouvementé en Libye. Que s'est-il passé ? Gernot Rohr sera en direct pour nous expliquer !- La Tanzanie, le Botswana et le Mozambique ont obtenu les derniers tickets pour le tournoi. Bilan de cette phase éliminatoire. Pas de néophytes, des absences remarquées : Ghana, Gambie, Mauritanie, Guinée. Le Syli va-t-il déposer une réserve ? La CAF est mise en cause alors que la rencontre face à la Tanzanie a été reprogrammée plus tôt, la Guinée dénonce aussi une erreur administrative.- Ils sont invaincus : Maroc, Algérie, Égypte, Sénégal, Mali, Angola, Cameroun, Afrique du Sud, Comores.- L'Afrique australe bien représentée, les clubs se distinguent en compétition, les nations en tirent un bénéfice ! De bon augure pour les Tanzaniens, coorganisateurs de l'édition 2027 ?Éliminatoires Mondial 2026Les Argentins premiers de la classe ! Ils conservent leur 1ʳᵉ place au classement FIFA également. L'Albiceslete remporte son match face au Pérou grâce à un « golazo » de Lautaro Martinez. L'Albiceleste devance l'Uruguay (qui a fait match nul 1-1 au Brésil) et l'Équateur, qui précède la Colombie à la différence de buts.Ligue des Nations, l'Angleterre retrouve l'élite !Les Three Lions remontent dans le groupe A. L'intérim de Lee Carsley prend fin, place à Thomas Tuchel ! L'Allemand veut soulever le trophée de la prochaine Coupe du monde.Autour d'Annie Gasnier aujourd'hui : Yoro Mangara, Frank Simon et Bruno Constant - Technique/réalisation Laurent Salerno - Pierre Guérin.