Post by greybeardabbot on Apr 12, 2006 15:27:20 GMT -5
A NEW ORIGION for my Character… Opening a few more Dagorhirian possibilities.
Based on a little “What If” in Matthew 27:50-53
“And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit. At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split. The tombs broke open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. They came out of the tombs, and after Jesus' resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many people.”
The STORY…
My memory is hazy about a great many things… (try, if you will, to recall your phone number from your first apartment? A number that you could at one time rattle off with out hesitation is now long forgotten. Such is the state of much of my own memory.) I do not, for instance, remember even the names of all the women who have been my wife. I have perhaps been married some two dozen times. But do not call me a philanderer. For each of my wives, with the exception of my first wife, has preceded me in death. I have and will, out live them all.
To the best of my understanding, since the day I was raised to life in the glory of my Lord Jesus Christ, I have belonged to those who are so-called immortal. I am one of those five hundred or so who were declared ‘holy’ and raised as witnesses to the faith. To the best of my knowledge, we all remain here upon the earth until the Day of Judgment, or so I imagine. I have, so far, only met six others besides myself, three of whom I remain in close contact and twenty three others of whom I have been greatly suspicious and I keep vigil hoping to meet them again.
I was in my first life, like my Lord Christ --a carpenter… although I was a gentile convert to the faith through my first wife Leah. I died quite suddenly, I am guessing now, some one hundred and fifty years before the Year of our Lord’s Birth. Since the day I has called out from the tomb, I have been in my Lord’s Service in anyway I thought best. I have intentionally kept a low profile as have the rest of the “immortals” for very likely the same reason, which is humility before God and man.
These days I have taken the cowl of the Knights of St. John of Malta, and serve as Abbot to the House of Hospitallers in Aethenu. It is a poor house, true, but I have my own means of wealth, with although not a great fortune, certainly enough to sustain me… but then… what need have I of sustenance?
I will live whether or not I have means, I should suspect. Oh, I have been cut down in battle innumerable times, which has resulted in “death” but which has really only been a moments rest before I heal. I have been gravely wounded… and apparently dead for long periods of time. But usually I rise within a day mended and well.
Chained in a dungeon I slept forgotten in something like death for nearly ten years… Like the vampire stories I lived again, not on blood, but upon the refreshment of water… that happened quite by accident. I have so far survived three beheadings, so the highlander mythology does not seem to apply. I have suffered faint and not so faint scars from burns I received in battle and rescue… I am not sure what the pyre would do to me and I do not wish to find out…
MORE to COME... Comments welcome as I flesh this out.
Based on a little “What If” in Matthew 27:50-53
“And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit. At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split. The tombs broke open and the bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. They came out of the tombs, and after Jesus' resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many people.”
The STORY…
My memory is hazy about a great many things… (try, if you will, to recall your phone number from your first apartment? A number that you could at one time rattle off with out hesitation is now long forgotten. Such is the state of much of my own memory.) I do not, for instance, remember even the names of all the women who have been my wife. I have perhaps been married some two dozen times. But do not call me a philanderer. For each of my wives, with the exception of my first wife, has preceded me in death. I have and will, out live them all.
To the best of my understanding, since the day I was raised to life in the glory of my Lord Jesus Christ, I have belonged to those who are so-called immortal. I am one of those five hundred or so who were declared ‘holy’ and raised as witnesses to the faith. To the best of my knowledge, we all remain here upon the earth until the Day of Judgment, or so I imagine. I have, so far, only met six others besides myself, three of whom I remain in close contact and twenty three others of whom I have been greatly suspicious and I keep vigil hoping to meet them again.
I was in my first life, like my Lord Christ --a carpenter… although I was a gentile convert to the faith through my first wife Leah. I died quite suddenly, I am guessing now, some one hundred and fifty years before the Year of our Lord’s Birth. Since the day I has called out from the tomb, I have been in my Lord’s Service in anyway I thought best. I have intentionally kept a low profile as have the rest of the “immortals” for very likely the same reason, which is humility before God and man.
These days I have taken the cowl of the Knights of St. John of Malta, and serve as Abbot to the House of Hospitallers in Aethenu. It is a poor house, true, but I have my own means of wealth, with although not a great fortune, certainly enough to sustain me… but then… what need have I of sustenance?
I will live whether or not I have means, I should suspect. Oh, I have been cut down in battle innumerable times, which has resulted in “death” but which has really only been a moments rest before I heal. I have been gravely wounded… and apparently dead for long periods of time. But usually I rise within a day mended and well.
Chained in a dungeon I slept forgotten in something like death for nearly ten years… Like the vampire stories I lived again, not on blood, but upon the refreshment of water… that happened quite by accident. I have so far survived three beheadings, so the highlander mythology does not seem to apply. I have suffered faint and not so faint scars from burns I received in battle and rescue… I am not sure what the pyre would do to me and I do not wish to find out…
MORE to COME... Comments welcome as I flesh this out.