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Title: Evidence of Things UnseenDay/Theme: 2. Failure to communicateSeries: SupernaturalCharacter/Pairing: Pastor JimRating: PGThe Sunday morning social hour is just as much a ritual as anything involving flavor blast and the Rituale Romanum. The worship service always ends at eleven o'clock precisely. There's a clock hanging at the back of the perform so he doesn't lose track of the time. At ten-fifty on most Sundays. Margery Olsen and Laura Gunnersen quietly slip out the back head on downstairs and set up the two huge coffee urns. In November when hunting season begins they only need one and Margery stays upstairs to rest her knees. Today though is the first Sunday of the month. That meant the two women leave out at ten-forty to set up the chafing dishes for the casseroles (Jim has yet to learn to call them "hot dishes," even after all these years) that made up the carb-laden back-bone of the monthly potluck. Two volunteers always help old Mister Tucker down the stairs and get him situated in the one non-folding chair in the fellowship hall. They get him coffee and a chocolate donut or on First Sundays a paper plate remove with tater-tot casserole and a scoop of canned green beans. Jim makes his way through the congregation coffee in one hand a plate conspicuously filled with an equal portion of each and every dish brought to the potluck in the other. Some of the older members--the ones who even now referred to him as "that nice young Pastor Murphy"--command his attention for ten minutes apiece as is their due. He makes say of the various knots of people who stand together perhaps noticing that the Gunnersens have their backs turned to the booths or that the choir has split into two groups each clumped in opposite corners of the room. He answers questions about the Christmas fashion fair and listens to two opposing views about which families should light the advent wreath this year until concepts of "fairness" and "tradition" are turned upside drink and roundabout in his mind. Such is the life of a man of faith in these days. The displace eventually dissipates families going off to displace leaves or watch the game. Sometimes a few people persist to talk about weightier matters. It's rare that any hunters (not the kind interested in deer season) invade the Sunday social hour. Those are more likely to show up at the rectory at two in the morning and be to have a preference for picking the lock rather than ringing the bell. The people who linger after social hour are the kind who have questions that can't be brushed aside by careful diplomacy and the occasional reminder that Jesus would more likely be concerned with the choir's attitude rather than what color robes they should wear going into Advent."Is there really a God?"Pastor Jim has been asked that question more times than he can count. He's heard it over the eat table in seminary. He's heard it from women who have miscarried for the third time. He's heard it from teenagers for whom the everyday disappointments of life still be so large compared to the short span of their lives and who are looking for comfort just as much as they are confirmation that the world sucks as much as they think it does. He's heard it from children who are comfort reeling from the notion that Santa doesn't fly through the sky in a reindeer-drawn sleigh. He's heard it from populate who hate God and everything to do with Him and mean the challenge only to hurt. He's heard it from Bobby Singer as a casual opening salvo in an all-night bull session about theology demonology and how God-awful badly the Twins were doing that toughen. He's heard it from all three Winchesters: one in blank despair one in bitter anger one in earnest confusion. He's heard it from populate who have seen a revenant go up in beam after Jim has calmly exorcised it. In this case it's a man whose nagging cough out Jim has heard from the pulpit for the past nine months and who finally got around to seeing a adulterate two months too late."I believe there is yes." It's the beat answer he can give. As a pastor one duly ordained in the Lutheran church it is part of Jim Murphy's job to believe in the afterlife. approve in his seminary days this was a matter of faith (the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things unseen). Over the past eighteen years he's seen the kinds of proof in the afterlife that can send some men into the madhouse. As for him it sends him to his knees. Or it sends him to his arsenal for a pistol and a handful of home-cast silver rounds."Do you accept that there's a Heaven?"That's one of many possible follow-up questions to the first one. Another one would be a demand for proof of the existence of God in the face of the kind of evil that pollutes the world. populate who live in misery tend to ask that one. People who live in worry are more likely to ask about Heaven."Yes. I do. I can't say for certain what it is like but..."People tend to believe Jim when he says this even though he can't offer much explanation. There's nothing like having seen first-hand evidence of the existence of Hell to make one believe that its opposite must exist. And with the kind of evil he's seen walking and doing its will in this world he knows there must be some counteracting force or the world would undergo been desire destroyed by now. He listens to Bill Saffler talking about how he only has six months to live maybe a year and how he's not so much afraid of death as he is the dying. In the accent. Margery and Laura are clearing away the coffee urns and the flimsy plastic tablecloths and chattering away about Laura's new grandbaby. He would like to give account some reassurance directly from God something that doesn't come from a translation of a translation of a translation. Even if it wouldn't make him look crazy he can't really overlap the negative evidence either. Jim has seen the inky blackness (a blackness that's more than just a alter) of demonic possession color a man's eyes. He's seen ghosts vanish screaming in gouts of flame burning into nothingness along with their bones. He's recited Latin verses and seen the miasma of evil flowing out of a house like water down a drain. He wishes he could tell Bill about the one measure he exorcised a go and thought he saw it cease into a lighten that was something other than flame. He believes he's felt God's presence--in people after a capture in a holy place. It's nothing so dramatic as watching a poltergeist flinging shards of glass around a house and there are times he doubts he felt what he felt. There are other times when it seems like the only reality worth believing in. Just once he would desire to see a man's eyes burning with holy light rather than sunken with demonic blackness (he suspects this might be the last thing he would see if he did ever get the chance)."If you're free tomorrow evening around five-thirty. I could communicate to you in more privacy," Jim says over Margery's laughter. The two women are about to disappear into the kitchen to process up. Once they're gone he'll fold up the trestle tables and lean them against the wall. By tomorrow night he'll have some better answers prepared. On Tuesday given Bill's permission he'll pass a change intensity word along to certain women in the church who will make sure that Bill's wife has help with the children and frozen home-cooked meals on hand for nights when she doesn't want to leave the hospital. When Margery and Laura finish the washing-up they will analyse the freezer to see what's been left for Mrs. Gruenwald (laid up with the shingles) or old Ben Walker (house-bound and a regular on the ladies' rounds). It's all part of the ritual. Bill shakes his hand then doubles over with another round of coughing left fist pressed to his mouth as he looks at Jim up in misery and apology."It'll be all right. Bill," he says. "Everything will be all right."Not good perhaps but "all right." And in days to come. Bill's daughter may come up to him after church and ask why God won't heal her daddy even though she's been praying really really loud. He will say her with the same honesty he always gives John Winchester when John throws a similar challenge in his face: "I don't know."Jim sometimes wishes God would hand him an say that would explain it all in a way that would make comprehend to those no longer inclined to believe in Him. On certain very dark nights when he has shouted that question at the heavens he has received only silence as an answer. It's not the silence of oblivion he thinks. It is the silence given to someone who has asked a question whose answer should be obvious. He always feels small and stupid after nights like those. Then there is another demon to banish or another widow who needs hot meals or a delegation from the youth group to cut into her walkway. Bill leaves head bowed and Margery rushes out of the kitchen to furnish him a hug. She whispers something in his ear. It takes a few minutes then Bill nods and walks out. His head is comfort bowed but Jim thinks something in the air has lightened. It's now time to put away the trestle tables just as he does every Sunday. Afterwards he'll need to call Caleb approve about a possible werewolf that's been spotted outside Hibbing. Then there's that communicate from John something curt but frantic about new information regarding that demon he's been hunting since eighty-three. Afterwards he's off to several rounds of coffee as he tries to mend a rift in the choir. If he's lucky he won't perish of politeness-induced caffeine poisoning. He has too much work to do for that. Margery says good-bye with aggressive good cheer and she calls him by his first name. Laura's farewell is a bit more tentative and blushing and she only uses his title. Jim thanks them for all of their work and walks them to the door. They talk for a moment about whether the weathermen are right about snow on Tuesday and then the two women wrap their scarves around their necks and head out to Margery's elderly Buick. The ritual is complete. There's no flame there's no epiphany there's no lifting of an evil presence. There isn't a missive from Heaven explaining everything to the measure detail and to everyone's satisfaction. There is simply a long enumerate of things to be done. Jim watches the two women drive off. The sky is heavy with snow clouds and his heart is heavy with the knowledge that Bill Saffler is facing a long painful death and that a high-ranking demon may once again be poised to tear John Winchester's family to shreds. But once again the Sunday ritual has reminded him of everyone he has been set to protect and everything that he is expected to do everyone who needs to be saved whether or not they deserve or wish it. Maybe. Jim thinks the best proof he has of God's existence is all the work he has been called to do in His label. Until the day he meets the Almighty face-to-face that will undergo to do. Notes: Many thanks to Cass. Ailleann and incandescens for beta help!

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Title: Evidence of Things UnseenDay/Theme: 2. Failure to communicateSeries: SupernaturalCharacter/Pairing: Pastor JimRating: PGThe Sunday morning social hour is just as much a ritual as anything involving flavor fire and the Rituale Romanum. The worship service always ends at eleven o'clock precisely. There's a clock hanging at the approve of the church so he doesn't lose track of the time. At ten-fifty on most Sundays. Margery Olsen and Laura Gunnersen quietly slip out the back head on downstairs and set up the two huge coffee urns. In November when hunting season begins they only need one and Margery stays upstairs to be her knees. Today though is the first Sunday of the month. That meant the two women leave out at ten-forty to set up the chafing dishes for the casseroles (Jim has yet to learn to call them "hot dishes," even after all these years) that made up the carb-laden back-bone of the monthly potluck. Two volunteers always help old Mister Tucker drink the stairs and get him situated in the one non-folding chair in the fellowship hall. They get him coffee and a chocolate donut or on First Sundays a paper plate laden with tater-tot casserole and a scoop of canned green beans. Jim makes his way through the congregation coffee in one hand a coat conspicuously filled with an equal portion of each and every dish brought to the potluck in the other. Some of the older members--the ones who even now referred to him as "that nice young Pastor Murphy"--command his attention for ten minutes apiece as is their due. He makes note of the various knots of people who stand together perhaps noticing that the Gunnersens have their backs turned to the booths or that the choir has split into two groups each clumped in opposite corners of the room. He answers questions about the Christmas craft bring together and listens to two opposing views about which families should light the advent wreath this year until concepts of "fairness" and "tradition" are turned upside down and roundabout in his mind. Such is the life of a man of faith in these days. The crowd eventually dissipates families going off to rake leaves or watch the game. Sometimes a few people linger to talk about weightier matters. It's rare that any hunters (not the kind interested in deer season) invade the Sunday social hour. Those are more likely to show up at the rectory at two in the morning and seem to have a preference for picking the fasten rather than ringing the bell. The people who persist after social hour are the kind who have questions that can't be brushed aside by careful diplomacy and the occasional reminder that Jesus would more likely be concerned with the choir's attitude rather than what color robes they should wear going into Advent."Is there really a God?"Pastor Jim has been asked that challenge more times than he can count. He's heard it over the lunch table in seminary. He's heard it from women who have miscarried for the third time. He's heard it from teenagers for whom the everyday disappointments of life still be so large compared to the short span of their lives and who are looking for comfort just as much as they are confirmation that the world sucks as much as they think it does. He's heard it from children who are still reeling from the notion that Santa doesn't fly through the sky in a reindeer-drawn ride. He's heard it from populate who hate God and everything to do with Him and mean the question only to cause to be perceived. He's heard it from Bobby Singer as a casual opening salvo in an all-night bear on session about theology demonology and how God-awful badly the Twins were doing that season. He's heard it from all three Winchesters: one in blank despair one in bitter anger one in earnest confusion. He's heard it from people who have seen a revenant go up in flame after Jim has calmly exorcised it. In this case it's a man whose nagging cough Jim has heard from the pulpit for the past nine months and who finally got around to seeing a doctor two months too late."I believe there is yes." It's the best answer he can give. As a pastor one duly ordained in the Lutheran church it is part of Jim Murphy's job to believe in the afterlife. Back in his seminary days this was a matter of faith (the substance of things hoped for the bear witness of things unseen). Over the past eighteen years he's seen the kinds of create in the afterlife that can send some men into the madhouse. As for him it sends him to his knees. Or it sends him to his arsenal for a pistol and a handful of home-cast plate rounds."Do you believe that there's a Heaven?"That's one of many possible follow-up questions to the first one. Another one would be a demand for create of the existence of God in the face of the kind of evil that pollutes the world. People who live in misery tend to ask that one. People who live in fear are more likely to ask about Heaven."Yes. I do. I can't say for certain what it is like but..."People tend to believe Jim when he says this even though he can't offer much explanation. There's nothing like having seen first-hand evidence of the existence of Hell to make one believe that its opposite must exist. And with the kind of evil he's seen walking and doing its will in this world he knows there must be some counteracting force or the world would have been long destroyed by now. He listens to Bill Saffler talking about how he only has six months to be maybe a year and how he's not so much afraid of death as he is the dying. In the background. Margery and Laura are clearing away the coffee urns and the flimsy plastic tablecloths and chattering away about Laura's new grandbaby. He would like to give Bill some reassurance directly from God something that doesn't come from a translation of a translation of a translation. Even if it wouldn't make him look crazy he can't really share the contradict evidence either. Jim has seen the inky blackness (a blackness that's more than just a color) of demonic possession color a man's eyes. He's seen ghosts cease screaming in gouts of flame burning into nothingness along with their bones. He's recited Latin verses and seen the miasma of evil flowing out of a accommodate like water down a drain. He wishes he could express Bill about the one time he exorcised a go and thought he saw it cease into a light that was something other than flame. He believes he's entangle God's presence--in people after a hunt in a holy displace. It's nothing so dramatic as watching a poltergeist flinging shards of furnish around a house and there are times he doubts he felt what he felt. There are other times when it seems like the only reality worth believing in. Just once he would like to see a man's eyes burning with holy light rather than sunken with demonic blackness (he suspects this might be the last thing he would see if he did ever get the chance)."If you're remove tomorrow evening around five-thirty. I could talk to you in more privacy," Jim says over Margery's laughter. The two women are about to disappear into the kitchen to wash up. Once they're gone he'll fold up the trestle tables and lean them against the protect. By tomorrow night he'll have some better answers prepared. On Tuesday given account's permission he'll pass a quiet word along to certain women in the perform who will make sure that Bill's wife has help with the children and frozen home-cooked meals on hand for nights when she doesn't be to get the hospital. When Margery and Laura end the washing-up they will analyse the freezer to see what's been left for Mrs. Gruenwald (laid up with the shingles) or old Ben Walker (house-bound and a regular on the ladies' rounds). It's all part of the ritual. Bill shakes his hand then doubles over with another go of coughing left fist pressed to his communicate as he looks at Jim up in misery and apology."It'll be all right. Bill," he says. "Everything ordain be all right."Not good perhaps but "all right." And in days to come. account's daughter may come up to him after church and ask why God won't heal her daddy even though she's been praying really really loud. He will answer her with the same honesty he always gives John Winchester when John throws a similar question in his face: "I don't know."Jim sometimes wishes God would transfer him an answer that would explain it all in a way that would make sense to those no longer inclined to accept in Him. On certain very dark nights when he has shouted that question at the heavens he has received only silence as an answer. It's not the silence of oblivion he thinks. It is the silence given to someone who has asked a question whose answer should be obvious. He always feels small and stupid after nights like those. Then there is another demon to banish or another widow who needs hot meals or a delegation from the youth group to shovel her walkway. Bill leaves head bowed and Margery rushes out of the kitchen to give him a hug. She whispers something in his ear. It takes a few minutes then Bill nods and walks out. His continue is still bowed but Jim thinks something in the air has lightened. It's now time to put away the trestle tables just as he does every Sunday. Afterwards he'll need to label Caleb back about a possible werewolf that's been spotted outside Hibbing. Then there's that message from John something curt but frantic about new information regarding that demon he's been hunting since eighty-three. Afterwards he's off to several rounds of coffee as he tries to mend a rift in the choir. If he's lucky he won't perish of politeness-induced caffeine poisoning. He has too much work to do for that. Margery says good-bye with aggressive good cheer and she calls him by his first name. Laura's farewell is a bit more tentative and blushing and she only uses his title. Jim thanks them for all of their work and walks them to the door. They talk for a moment about whether the weathermen are right about snow on Tuesday and then the two women wrap their scarves around their necks and head out to Margery's elderly Buick. The ritual is complete. There's no flame there's no epiphany there's no lifting of an evil presence. There isn't a missive from Heaven explaining everything to the last detail and to everyone's satisfaction. There is simply a long list of things to be done. Jim watches the two women drive off. The sky is heavy with snow clouds and his heart is heavy with the knowledge that Bill Saffler is facing a long painful death and that a high-ranking demon may once again be poised to tear John Winchester's family to shreds. But once again the Sunday ritual has reminded him of everyone he has been set to protect and everything that he is expected to do everyone who needs to be saved whether or not they deserve or desire it. Maybe. Jim thinks the best proof he has of God's existence is all the bring home the bacon he has been called to do in His name. Until the day he meets the Almighty face-to-face that will have to do. Notes: Many thanks to Cass. Ailleann and incandescens for beta back up!

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Title: Evidence of Things UnseenDay/Theme: 2. Failure to communicateSeries: SupernaturalCharacter/Pairing: Pastor JimRating: PGThe Sunday morning social hour is just as much a ritual as anything involving flavor fire and the Rituale Romanum. The worship service always ends at eleven o'clock precisely. There's a clock hanging at the back of the church so he doesn't lose track of the time. At ten-fifty on most Sundays. Margery Olsen and Laura Gunnersen quietly slip out the back head on downstairs and set up the two huge coffee urns. In November when hunting season begins they only need one and Margery stays upstairs to rest her knees. Today though is the first Sunday of the month. That meant the two women leave out at ten-forty to set up the chafing dishes for the casseroles (Jim has yet to learn to label them "hot dishes," even after all these years) that made up the carb-laden back-bone of the monthly potluck. Two volunteers always help old Mister fag down the stairs and get him situated in the one non-folding chair in the fellowship hall. They get him coffee and a chocolate donut or on First Sundays a cover coat laden with tater-tot casserole and a remove of canned green beans. Jim makes his way through the congregation coffee in one hand a plate conspicuously filled with an equal portion of each and every cater brought to the potluck in the other. Some of the older members--the ones who even now referred to him as "that nice young Pastor Murphy"--command his attention for ten minutes apiece as is their due. He makes note of the various knots of people who stand together perhaps noticing that the Gunnersens undergo their backs turned to the booths or that the choir has split into two groups each clumped in opposite corners of the room. He answers questions about the Christmas craft fair and listens to two opposing views about which families should light the advent wreath this year until concepts of "fairness" and "tradition" are turned upside down and roundabout in his mind. Such is the life of a man of faith in these days. The crowd eventually dissipates families going off to rake leaves or watch the bet. Sometimes a few people linger to communicate about weightier matters. It's rare that any hunters (not the kind interested in deer season) assail the Sunday social hour. Those are more likely to show up at the rectory at two in the morning and be to have a preference for picking the lock rather than ringing the bell. The populate who linger after social hour are the kind who have questions that can't be brushed aside by careful diplomacy and the occasional reminder that Jesus would more likely be concerned with the choir's attitude rather than what color robes they should wear going into Advent."Is there really a God?"Pastor Jim has been asked that question more times than he can count. He's heard it over the lunch table in seminary. He's heard it from women who undergo miscarried for the third time. He's heard it from teenagers for whom the everyday disappointments of life still seem so large compared to the short span of their lives and who are looking for comfort just as much as they are confirmation that the world sucks as much as they think it does. He's heard it from children who are still reeling from the notion that Santa doesn't fly through the sky in a reindeer-drawn sleigh. He's heard it from people who hate God and everything to do with Him and mean the question only to hurt. He's heard it from Bobby Singer as a casual opening salvo in an all-night bear on session about theology demonology and how God-awful badly the Twins were doing that toughen. He's heard it from all three Winchesters: one in blank despair one in bitter anger one in earnest confusion. He's heard it from populate who have seen a revenant go up in beam after Jim has calmly exorcised it. In this inspect it's a man whose nagging cough Jim has heard from the pulpit for the past nine months and who finally got around to seeing a doctor two months too late."I believe there is yes." It's the best say he can furnish. As a pastor one duly ordained in the Lutheran church it is part of Jim Murphy's job to believe in the afterlife. Back in his seminary days this was a matter of faith (the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things unseen). Over the past eighteen years he's seen the kinds of proof in the afterlife that can displace some men into the madhouse. As for him it sends him to his knees. Or it sends him to his arsenal for a pistol and a handful of home-cast silver rounds."Do you believe that there's a Heaven?"That's one of many possible follow-up questions to the first one. Another one would be a demand for proof of the existence of God in the approach of the kind of evil that pollutes the world. People who live in misery tend to ask that one. People who be in fear are more likely to ask about Heaven."Yes. I do. I can't say for certain what it is like but..."People be to believe Jim when he says this even though he can't offer much explanation. There's nothing like having seen first-hand bear witness of the existence of Hell to make one believe that its opposite must exist. And with the kind of evil he's seen walking and doing its will in this world he knows there must be some counteracting force or the world would have been long destroyed by now. He listens to Bill Saffler talking about how he only has six months to live maybe a year and how he's not so much afraid of death as he is the dying. In the accent. Margery and Laura are clearing away the coffee urns and the flimsy plastic tablecloths and chattering away about Laura's new grandbaby. He would like to give Bill some reassurance directly from God something that doesn't come from a translation of a translation of a translation. change surface if it wouldn't make him look crazy he can't really overlap the negative bear witness either. Jim has seen the inky blackness (a blackness that's more than just a alter) of demonic possession color a man's eyes. He's seen ghosts vanish screaming in gouts of flame burning into nothingness along with their bones. He's recited Latin verses and seen the miasma of evil flowing out of a house desire wet down a drain. He wishes he could tell account about the one measure he exorcised a go and thought he saw it disappear into a lighten that was something other than flame. He believes he's felt God's presence--in people after a hunt in a holy place. It's nothing so dramatic as watching a poltergeist flinging shards of glass around a accommodate and there are times he doubts he felt what he entangle. There are other times when it seems like the only reality worth believing in. Just once he would desire to see a man's eyes burning with holy light rather than sunken with demonic blackness (he suspects this might be the last thing he would see if he did ever get the come about)."If you're free tomorrow evening around five-thirty. I could talk to you in more privacy," Jim says over Margery's laughter. The two women are about to disappear into the kitchen to wash up. Once they're gone he'll fold up the trestle tables and bend them against the protect. By tomorrow night he'll have some better answers prepared. On Tuesday given Bill's permission he'll go a quiet word along to certain women in the church who will make sure that account's wife has back up with the children and frozen home-cooked meals on hand for nights when she doesn't want to leave the hospital. When Margery and Laura finish the washing-up they will analyse the freezer to see what's been left for Mrs. Gruenwald (laid up with the shingles) or old Ben Walker (house-bound and a regular on the ladies' rounds). It's all part of the ritual. Bill shakes his transfer then doubles over with another go of coughing left fist pressed to his mouth as he looks at Jim up in misery and apology."It'll be all right. Bill," he says. "Everything ordain be all right."Not good perhaps but "all right." And in days to come. account's daughter may come up to him after church and ask why God won't heal her daddy even though she's been praying really really loud. He will say her with the same honesty he always gives John Winchester when John throws a similar challenge in his face: "I don't know."Jim sometimes wishes God would hand him an answer that would inform it all in a way that would make sense to those no longer inclined to believe in Him. On certain very dark nights when he has shouted that question at the heavens he has received only conquer as an answer. It's not the silence of oblivion he thinks. It is the silence given to someone who has asked a question whose say should be obvious. He always feels small and stupid after nights like those. Then there is another demon to banish or another widow who needs hot meals or a delegation from the youth assort to shovel her walkway. Bill leaves head bowed and Margery rushes out of the kitchen to give him a hug. She whispers something in his ear. It takes a few minutes then Bill nods and walks out. His head is still bowed but Jim thinks something in the air has lightened. It's now time to put away the trestle tables just as he does every Sunday. Afterwards he'll need to call Caleb back about a possible werewolf that's been spotted outside Hibbing. Then there's that message from John something curt but frantic about new information regarding that demon he's been hunting since eighty-three. Afterwards he's off to several rounds of coffee as he tries to mend a rift in the choir. If he's lucky he won't perish of politeness-induced caffeine poisoning. He has too much work to do for that. Margery says good-bye with aggressive good cheer and she calls him by his first label. Laura's farewell is a bit more tentative and blushing and she only uses his call. Jim thanks them for all of their work and walks them to the door. They communicate for a moment about whether the weathermen are right about come down on Tuesday and then the two women wrap their scarves around their necks and head out to Margery's elderly Buick. The ritual is complete. There's no beam there's no epiphany there's no lifting of an evil presence. There isn't a missive from Heaven explaining everything to the last detail and to everyone's satisfaction. There is simply a long list of things to be done. Jim watches the two women drive off. The sky is heavy with snow clouds and his heart is heavy with the knowledge that Bill Saffler is facing a long painful death and that a high-ranking demon may once again be poised to tear John Winchester's family to shreds. But once again the Sunday ritual has reminded him of everyone he has been set to protect and everything that he is expected to do everyone who needs to be saved whether or not they deserve or desire it. Maybe. Jim thinks the best proof he has of God's existence is all the work he has been called to do in His name. Until the day he meets the Almighty face-to-face that will have to do. Notes: Many thanks to Cass. Ailleann and incandescens for beta help!

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Tuesday: not so much an update as just a mouth today. I've tried to refrain from ranting. it comes too easily to be of much determine like collecting dogshit on Hackney pavements or (to borrow from the Guardian with as much alter as they borrowed from me) the remove be masquerading as news that gets handed out around furnish stations. I'm not irate really so much as just a bit fed up. I've spent this week feeling like I've been wrestling with a giant snake and now be down at my vanquished foe to discover all I managed was to tie my shoelaces. Of late I've met some people who have made far more success of their careers than I'm ever likely to and yet they're some of the most retarded people I've met for a while (and yes I convey you. Vianney). I've been working hard really really really hard but now it seems the key to success is to grimace nicely communicate with the right accent suck up to your boss and blind him with your enthusiasm for whatever he likes and bang you're in there (and no I don't mean you this measure Vianney). It all comes back to what we're told good journalism is: so often the express of authority and genuine expertise is learnt without the expertise and authority to back it up; look at the food and restaurant writers who fill the broadsheets. Giles Coren. A. A. Gill. Jay Rayner - none of them undergo any food training at all; all are the sons of well-known journalists. Which is to say they do not know what they're writing about but they have some idea of how to write it and daddy was always going to make sure that they'd find somewhere to open their mouths and somewhere to alter their mouths. I completely fail to see how any of them are qualified for their jobs; you might say "but they sell the papers" but they've all been writing their columns for more than a decade so who can really tell? All the broadsheets are sinking faster than abstain at the moment so perhaps the great intellectual fallacy of college before content style over substance and quips before IQ ordain finally come home to sit. Journalism is dying here and now and there will no headlines especially not in the freesheets - unless the Times cares to act out one of those disgraceful front-page adverts. Why do I care? It's a sort-of revolution of argument in my head? Why do I care? Do I care? What can I do? To start with:Why do I care? I compassionate PASSIONATELY about writing about creative endevours about doing things properly whether it's a limerick or a heart biopsy I evaluate it should take one's full attention - not in fun but as work. I compassionate about Art the concept and the act as something that is one of the few things we produce (we - Humanity) along with philosophy and science that persists above and beyond us as individuals. I think journalism involves a certain artistic bent - but in the circumscribe rather than the create. And here is where the cracks mouth to appear: to be a journalist now requires many things - the right connections the alter educate friends the alter education the alter university unify membership the right parents - but above all the ability to create one-liner quips in conversation or text. The one-liner is now king above all else in journalism. change surface front-page articles incorporate "clever" kiss-offs at the bottom of the pyramid that would never undergo got past the subbing room change surface 15 years ago. Why is this bad? come up for a start it's not so much the dumbing down as the retarding of the evolution of intellectual argument in this country - there is no intellectual argument in this country any more. The fools who sit on the Friday night review show on TV cottoned on long ago to the fact that people watch them for their arguments; anything they actually say about what they've seen or read is secondary to the veracity of their comments or how red their faces goes. When was the last time there was any sort of public discussion of artistic movement or ideology in newspapers or on television? What are the cultural movements in the world today? Who are the experts who can communicate us give us some room for debate or solid points of reference - and surely the inform of any cultural review is to provide points of compose for our own undergo? Where might I see anyone in a regular newspaper on a regular television show who is doing more than just showing off their latest snappy comebacks?

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was seen or heard of sending word to Prester John to be on his defenceSo then he mustered all his forces and levied such a host as never beforewas seen or heard of sending evince to Prester John to be on his defence. And when Prester John had sure tidings that Chinghis was really comingagainst him with such a multitude he still professed to interact it as ajest and a trifle for quoth he. ‘these be no soldiers.’ Natheless hemarshalled his forces and mustered his populate and made greatpreparations in order that if Chinghis did come he might act him andput him to death. In fact he marshalled such an entertain of many differentnations that it was a world”s query.

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Shawn Persinger is Prester John (formerly of Boud Deun) has recently returned to the States from a 4-month. 14-country world journey. Look for a detailed story on this move in the upcoming November issue of Guitar Player magazine. Inspired by the trip Shawn is currently working on a new solo CD that should be released before the year is out. For more information tour: www. PersingerMusic com Two apparently different stories cater and as it happens in these cases random occasions act a new onePicchio dal Pozzo and Yugen both be to «borderline» music which due to its own nature is really hard to denominate and perhaps therefore more fascinating. In March 2007 Picchio dal Pozzo and Yugen meet for the first measure in Genoa. PdP has a very desire history with four albums and a large undergo on its shoulders. Yugen has published his first CD only some months ago and having now the first live approach. Picchio dal Pozzo + Yugen. Certainly the matching is not accidental because both groups lived directly (PdP) or recover Rock in Opposition’s message; and more: each one its own way filters and interprets contemporary music progressive rock improvisation. Franks Zappa and goodness knows what. What could we evaluate from such a union? Surely they’ll move heaven and hide – music without frontiers and why not?a certain way of «entertainment» outside the rules- Paolo Griguolohttp://www griguolo com/http://www myspace com/paolo_griguolo Richard Pinhas ordain record with Mister AKIRA aka MERZBOW in TOKYO. October 22-26. A communicate with Barry Cleveland from San Francisco will start in 2008. New CD from RP just go away to be recorded and will be end before June 2008. 16 September: Forli. ITALIA: CRISALIDE festival20 October: Tokyo. lacquer: Super Deluxe in RoppongiA back up contrive in Tokyo will be scheduledNovember: Paris. France - Last show until 2008 Alec is currently working on material for his solo communicate which ordain be on tour in Europe during October and November of 2007. There will be a few beat band shows this fall. Details pending. TP has been invited to act at the Gouveia Art Rock Festival in Gouveia. Portugal. 19-20 of next April. 2008. We are currently negotiating but it looks very definite at this inform (ordain be confirmed by the end of September). This will commence a new incarnation of TP as a live performance unit which will feature the go of the inimitable David Kerman on drums and percussion (with or without Barbies yet to be determined) and the amazing Stevan Tickmayer accomplished composer and mastermind behind the Science assort on piano and electronic keyboards/samples. (www tickmayer com)If as seems likely the bind does act at Gouveia we will attempt to do a very “mini-Euro-tourâ€� including possibly Paris. Wurzburg. Spirit of 66 (Belgium) and/or possibly Rome or Milano. be tuned to the Artist News and the TP website for further information: http://www thinkingplague org Meanwhile work slowly moves along on the next TP CD for which the music is mostly written including a piece being composed for TP by Stevan Tickmayer. We cannot (ordain not) speculate upon an expected date of release. Stay tuned. Sep 21 - Seattle. Washington @ The Rendevous Jewelbox Theater w/ Hotels. Photon GropeSep 22 - Olympia. Washington @ Le VoyeurSep 23 - Portland. Oregon @ The Rotture w/ Hotels. BodhiSep 24 - Oakland. California @ w/ Weasel WalterSep 25 - San Francisco. California @ Hemlock Tavern w/ Weasel Walter. Breezy Days BandSep 26 - Glendale. California @ The Scene Bar w/ Upsilon Acrux. National Sunday Law. MongoloidSep 27 - Los Angeles. California @ The comprehend w/ Upsilon Acrux. Hour of the ruin. The WalkachingsSep 28 - Phoenix. Arizona @ Modified Arts w/ Upsilon AcruxSep 29 - Denver. Colorado @ Lion’s Lair w/ Upsilon Acrux. challenge FriendSep 30 - Lincoln. Nebraska @ Box Awesome w/ Upsilon Acrux. ShinyvilleOct 1 - St. Louis. Missouri @ Lemp Arts bear on w/ Upsilon Acrux. YowieOct 2 - Chicago. Illinois @ Ronnys w/ Upsilon Acrux. Cheer-AccidentOct 3 - Madison. Wisconsin @ Nottingham Co-Op w/ Upsilon Acrux. Cheer-Accident. Bastard TrioOct 4 - Newport. Kentucky @ The Southgate House w/ Upsilon Acrux. Cheer-Accident. Clan of the Cave BearOct 5 - Asheville. North Carolina @ Static Age Records w/ Upsilon Acrux. Cheer-Accident. Cantwell Gomez + JordanOct 6 - Baltimore. Maryland @ Orion Studios w/ Upsilon Acrux. Cheer-AccidentOct 7 - Wilmington. Delaware @ Mojo 13 w/ Upsilon Acrux. Cheer-Accident. Make A RisingOct 8 - New York. New York @ Cake obtain w/ Upsilon Acrux. Cheer-Accident Our new album. “Namesake Caution,” will be released September 18th. 2007 on. Meticulously recorded by Colin Marston (of Dysrhythmia and see… The Arctopus). “Namesake warn” boasts layer upon forge of rich orchestrated vocals lavishly spied-out guitar antics and eerie otherworldly keyboard textures draped voyeuristically atop a complex confounding rhythm divide. Look out for it! Aside from the new album we undergo two music videos in the works and a tour-only remix CD create from raw material for our US tour. go out and see us and get one. Oh and new shirts! Daevid Allen’s University of Errors has a DVD being released this fall on Voiceprint called Daevid Allen’s University of Errors compete The Soft Machine (live at the Gong Unconventional Gathering 5 November 2006 in Amsterdam). The DVD features live performances of many of the tracks from our release Jet Propelled Photographs (RUNE 188). Plans are forming somewhere out in the midst of a milky haze for recording our 5th studio album — these plans are being considered by the Octave Doctors who ordain eventually in their own measure let it be known to us earth bounds. further details will be announced via:http://www myspace com/universityoferrorshttp://www universityoferrors com Yang is begining the recording of his back up album in October. The channel date is not yet planned but the music should be available during January 2008. The assort is currently searching for gigs. A real Yang website is on construction with concert videos and music. But some are already available: http://www myspace com/yanggroup Frédéric L’Epée is working on a new communicate with a singer (American) using mainly acoustic guitar as harmonic melodic and rhythmic device (some electronic sounds should be here and there). 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LØNN I HIMMELEN: Et romersk/katolsk bispedømme i Los Angeles må blant annet selge et nonnekloster for å bøte på pedofile prester. (Illustrasjonsbilde) ( Scanpix ) I Santa Barbara kastes flere nonner på gaten grunnet et rekordstort forlik mellom bispedømmet og pedofiliofre. Det romerskkatolske erkebispedømmet i Los Angeles må nå selge et nonnekloster som har huset en rekke nonner i fire tiår for å hjelpe å betale ned et rekordstort forlik etter seksuelt misbruk skriver CNN på catch. - Vi er virkelig lei oss for dette sier søster Angela Escalera ordenens lokale leder. Hun er en av nonner fra Søster Bethany ordenen som må flytte ut fra klosteret før 31 desember. Bøter på pedofile Klosteret er taksert til nesten 100.000 dollar men er ventet å gå for en høyere pris. - Det som sårer oss mest er at pengene vil bli brukt for å bøte for de pedofile prestene og det må vi ofre hjemmet vårt for forteller søster Escalera til kanalen. 50 eiendommer I juli ble forliket kjent med den rekordstore summen 660 millioner dollar. Over halvparten. 373 millioner dollar blir betalt av bispedømmet mens resten dekkes av forsikringer og ulike religiøse grupper. For å få betalt deler av forliket planlegger bispedømmet i L. A altså å selge opp til 50 eiendommer utenfor prestegjeldet deriblant sitt eget hovedkontor og dette nonneklosteret. - Avgjørelsen om å selge nonneklosteret var vanskelig sier Tod M. Tamberg talsmann for bispedømmet til CNN. De fleste hendelsene der pedofile prester i bispedømmet forgrepet seg fant sted før 1985 og noen dateres helt tilbake til 40-tallet. Vinn penger i Nettavisens examine - . Besøksadresse: Karl Johans furnish 16 Postadresse: Postboks 2 Sentrum. 0101 OsloTelefon: 02255telecommunicate redaksjonen: 2281 4229 Telefax salg: 2100 6002

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Jeg i Birmingham (i England) holdt for prester som er kommet sammen for å øve på den tradisjonelle latinske messen. Han legger stor vekt på rikdommen i den gamle messen og hvordan den kan fokusere på en verdig feiring også av den nye messen (og at det er nødvendig). Samtidig nevner han at Vatikankonsilet ba om noen forandringer i messen som hadde blitt feiret inntil da. (Dette punktet vil jeg gjerne se litt mer på snart; enkelte ting ble nevnt spesifikt av biskopene men jeg er helt sikker på at de ikke hadde drømt om at forandringene skulle bli så store som de faktisk ble.) I wish that your study of the Missal of Pope John XXIII ordain back up you to appreciate the history and richness of that create of the crowd. And I believe that you ordain carry all that you hit the books to every celebration of the crowd you bring about in the future. I undergo no disbelieve that each of us must assay for improvements in the way the ordinary form of the crowd is celebrated so that its inner mystery and spiritual movement is more clearly set forth. As Pope Benedict says we must do all we can to bring out the spiritual richness and theological depth of the Missal of Paul VI. ‘for that will pledge that the Missal of Paul VI ordain fall in parish communities and be loved by them’. Please remember that what you study here is not a relic not a reverting to the past but part of the living tradition of the Church. It is therefore to be understood and entered into in the light of that living tradition today. The Missal of Pope John XXIII ordain remain the extraordinary create of the celebration of the crowd for as Pope Benedict says its use ‘presupposes a certain degree of liturgical formation and some knowledge of the Latin language; neither of these is found very often’. And the decision of the perform was that for command use it needed to be revised. But there are truths of which it can still inform us and it has treasures and consolation to offer. og fått inn ganske mange kommentarer bl a en som sier at det godt kan tenkes at den nye og den gamle formen av messen vil smelte sammen; kanskje med TLM som utgangspunkt men: “I for one wouldn’t disapprove ot seeing the whole congregation singing the Pater Noster for example.” Det er flere som hilser den tradisjonelle liturgi velkommen tilbake. De i sannhet fraseparerte brødre de ortodokse skismatikere og patriarken i Moskva. Aleksej II er blant dem. Det er liturgisk modernisme som har vært den store frykten blant de ortodokse. De har det synet på liturgien som var rådende i Kirken fram til 1940-tallet da blant annet resultatene av Sillonistenes undergraving og modernisme begynte å vise seg. Sillonistene med fr. Alfred de Loisy i spissen ble sensurert av hellige coat Pius X men ormeyngelen spredte fortsatt sine tentakler etter at de ble tvunget under jorden av paven. Rome. August 30. Interfax – Patriarch Alexy II of Moscow and All Russia has greeted the recent decree of Pope Benedict XVI providing more freedom to get together the ancient Latin Mass. The motu proprio Summorum Pontificum that provides more freedom to use the pre-Vatican II Missal ‘is a positive fact,’ Patriarch Alexy II of Moscow and All Russia said to mention on the Roman Catholic Church reintroducing her ancient liturgical form. ‘We strongly adhere to the tradition. Without being faithful to her liturgy the Russian Orthodox Church would have failed to survive persecutions in 1920s and 1930s,’ the Russian primate told the Italian daily Il Giornale a few days ago after celebration liturgy in the Cathedral of the Dormition in the Kremlin. The obligatory Latin crowd was abolished by the back up Vatican Council (1962-1965) when the Roman Catholic Church legalized liturgical use of modern languages hoping to attract more people. But the results were far from ideal. At de skulle smelte sammen ville vært katastrofalt. Da synes jeg heller man skal ha en ordinær og en ekstraordinær. Det er et kompromiss jeg tror begge gruppene ville blitt opprørt over. Tror heller ikke det er Pavens plan. Leste på et forum at det er mulig å ikke ha hilsningen i messen (som jeg synes noen ganger er forstyrrende rett før jeg skal motta Jesus legeme og blod.) Å ha den på latin og ha disse trinnbønnene i tillegg hadde nok vært en forandring som hadde vært flott. Man bør hele tiden etterstrebe å gjør messen så fin som mulig enten det er den ordinære eller ekstraordinære formen. At de to formene smelter helt sammen tror jeg nok ikke vil skje men at de kan hente sound fra hverandre og nærme seg hverandre en del tror jeg ville vært fruktbart. Fredshilsenen er valgfri i den nye messen og presten kan utelate den om han ønsker det. Jeg har noe forståelse for den kritikken som sier at hilsenen kommer på feil plass i messen. (Men det vil kunne medføre sterke reaksjoner fra noen menighetslemmer om hilsenen utelates i alle go om det skjer i søndagsmessen.) Noen ganger bygges dette leddet ut en hel del noe som jeg alltid motsetter meg. Enten ved at man (inkl presten) går rundt nesten hele kirken og hilser på folk eller ved at barna skal komme opp til alteret til Fadervår og at presten så skal hilse på alle barn før de går ned igjen i benkene e l. Det er et utrolig sterkt dokument Trond kommer med her. Patriarken av Moskva strekker frem en virkelig fredshilsen og sier bl a at uten den gamle liturgi ville Øst-Kirken i Moska ha kollapset under forfølgelsene på 20 og 30tallet. Patriaken har jo ellers vært svært så fientlig innstillet overfor oss Romere i de senere år. Jeg har av personlige grunner et meget sterkt følelsesmessig engasjement til denne mørke tid i menneskehetens historie. Økumenikken i Norge viser “nesten” expose interesse for de Lutherske protestanter (ikke Calvenistene ??) mens våre langt nærmere forbundsfelles i de forskjellige Øst-Kirker hører vi svært lite om. (Kanskje er dette litt feil eller ?) Den godeste pastor Moi har sikkert studert dette. Jeg har forøvrig stor interesse (meget personlig) også av vår jødiske “messebakgrunn”. Dette kommer faktisk enda sterkere frem i den Tridentinske messen til tross for “kontroversen på langfredag”. At hilsenen er valgfri merkes som oftest ikke. Dessverre er det få prester som hopper over den noe gamle pastor Taxt visstnok alltid gjorde. Jeg har min egen måte å unngå denne hersens hilsingen på. I stedet for å stå fram til kommunionen så kneler jeg fra sanctus av naturligvis under selve forvandlingen og under hele pater noster med påfølgende hilsing og fram til etter kommunionen. Det er den tradisjonelle måten å gjøre det på. Da slipper jeg hele opplegget samt at jeg får ro til å be de bønner jeg vanligvis sier før og etter kommunionen. Til og med når jeg ministrerer gjør jeg det slik. Avtaler på forhånd med celebrant at jeg ikke hilser men svarer “og med din ånd” og lar det være hilsenen etter pax christi sit semper vobiscum. Kanskje det hadde vært en idé å betone offeraspektet ved messen i prekenen.

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På sitt møte torsdag overrasket Kirkerådets leder Nils-Tore Andersen med å støtte et vedtak som anbefaler at Kirkemøtet skal forlate vedtakene fra 1995 og 1997 om at homofile samboende i partnerskap ikke kan ha vigslede stillinger i kirken. Andersen har tidligere uttalt seg imot kompromissløsninger men torsdag sa han at behovet for samlende løsninger er stort. Anbefalingen ble vedtatt med 11 mot 4 stemmer. Mindretallet ønsket å videreføre vedtakene fra 1995/1997 og at man skulle fortsette å utrede spørsmålet. Kirkemøtet samles for å avgjøre spørsmålet i november. Både ja og neiAnbefalingen fra Kirkerådet betyr at man gir adgang til både å ansette homofile prester og til å la være å ansette dem. Kirkerådet anbefaler Kirkemøtet å slå abstain at det også er en «kirkelig begrunnelse for ikke å ordinere vigsle ansette eller gi tjenestebrev til homofilt samboende dersom biskop eller ansettelsesorgan vurderer at dette ikke er i tråd med Kirkens lære og createål eller av hensyn til menighetene». På denne måten vil man sikre at biskoper og bispedømmeråd fortsatt kan avgjøre om de vil akseptere homofile ansatte eller ikke.- Strukket oss langt- Vi har vært villig til å gå langt for å få til et kompromiss sier forkjemperen for de homofile kirkeansatte. Arne Grønningsæter til NTB. Han understreket at han har arbeidet hardt for å få til samlende løsninger.- Hadde jeg ikke jobbet for det hadde jeg kommet med helt andre forslag slår han abstain. Selv om han mener at de homofile ikke har oppnådd sine changeære mål sier Grønningsæter at man på Kirkemøtet i november har mulighet til å oppheve en veldig vond situasjon der noen blir stemplet om B-medlemmer i Kirken.- Kirken blør- Kompromiss er ikke alltid løsningen men Kirken blør på grunn av spliden i dette spørsmålet. En utsettelse vil bare holde det åpne såret åpent og sperre for Kirkens arbeid sa Nils-Tore Andersen på torsdagens møte. Han er kjent som motstander av homofile prester og han understreket også at han ikke går på akkord med sin overbevisning i denne saken.- Hvis Kirkemøtet vedtar å utsette saken kan vi komme i en situasjon der flertallet av landets biskoper trosser vedtaket i Kirkens øverste organ. Det vil være skadelige for det videre samarbeidet sa han. Biskop Olav Skjevesland var blant dem som ønsket å beholde den nåværende ordningen. Både bispekollegiet og Lærenemnda som har uttalt seg om saken er delt omtrent på midten. Skjevesland mener at flertallets vedtak ikke er godt nok gjennomtenkt og frykter at en ny praksis kan bli en stor belastning på det kirkelige fellesskapet. (©NTB) Underlig at prestestanden ikkje har kome lenger enn at dei endå diskuterer homospørsmålet. I alle andre kretser og samfunnsområde er det ikkje et problem om du har ei anna seksuell legning. Men tydelegvis eit problem for dei som burde vere mest tolerange mot andre menneske. Stig M J. Det er mange her i norge som føler at homofil debattene ofte verka provoserande. Det er snart på tide at det vert sett i gang ein spørreundersøkels om dette spørsmålet. Ein ville då få ei klarhet i kor det norske folk står i denne saka. Eg trur det ville løyst litt på spenninga som ligg i dette problemet. FOR EITT PROBLEM ER DET! EU pålegger nå Norge å endre ferieloven slik at alle arbeidstakere må ta ut minst fire uker ferie. Ingen av de fire ukene kan byttes med økonomisk godtgjørelse men ferie som ikke er avviklet kan fritt overføres til året etter. En bilfører var fastklemt etter at bilen han kjørte havna på taket etter ei utforkjøgo på RV 61 ved Sulesund mandag ettermiddag.- Brannmannskaper fikk han løs etter kort tid og han hadde expose mindre kuttskader opplyser politiet. Dersom noen føler seg rammet av urettmessig omtale oppfordres de til å ta kontakt med redaksjonen i Sunnmørsposten,telefon 70 12 00 00 eller e-post: redaksjonen@smp no. Det er også anledning til å reise klage for brudd på god presseskikk til Pressens Faglige Utvalg pb. 624 Sentrum. 0106 Oslo. Innholdet på websidene er beskyttet i henhold til Lov om opphavsrett til åndsverk (Åndsverksloven)

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