One day a brother came to Abba Macarius the Egyptian with the request: "Abba give me a word (rhema) that I might be saved." Macarius replied: "Go to the cemetery and abuse the dead." So the monk went to the cemtery and hurled insults at those buried there. The monk then returned to Macarius, who said, "Didn't they say anything to you?" "No," the monk replied. Abba Macarius then told him to go back to the cemetery the next day, and this time to praise the dead.The monk did as he was told. Again the monk returned to Macarius, who again asked him, "Did they answer you back?" "No," the monk again replied. Macarius then gave him a rhema: "You know how you insulted them and they did not reply, and you praised them and they did not speak to you; so you too, if you wish to be saved, must do the same and become a dead man. Like the dead, take no account of the scorn of men or their praises, and you can be saved."
there's something about the lower part of her wings, the darkened portion that looks not right... or suggests a big pair of hands holding her up... for fear she'll fly away, or fall into that grave.
I just love the color of the ground. Is that your doing? It reminds me of something on the farm that I can't place. I would say tobacco, but we didn't farm tobacco. Silage, maybe?
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Beautiful.
I find myself looking forward to your Friday posts.
It is beautiful.
However, I wonder if it has a hidden meaning. Something along the lines of how you are turning your back and bailing for the next few days?!?!?!?!
Have fun. Bring me a surprise!
This is lovely.
I love this! The angel is watching over this soul.
One day a brother came to Abba Macarius the Egyptian with the request: "Abba give me a word (rhema) that I might be saved."
Macarius replied: "Go to the cemetery and abuse the dead."
So the monk went to the cemtery and hurled insults at those buried there.
The monk then returned to Macarius, who said, "Didn't they say anything to you?"
"No," the monk replied.
Abba Macarius then told him to go back to the cemetery the next day, and this time to praise the dead.The monk did as he was told.
Again the monk returned to Macarius, who again asked him, "Did they answer you back?"
"No," the monk again replied.
Macarius then gave him a rhema: "You know how you insulted them and they did not reply, and you praised them and they did not speak to you; so you too, if you wish to be saved, must do the same and become a dead man. Like the dead, take no account
of the scorn of men or their praises, and you can be saved."
Great picture~
*jumps up and down with Mindy* Presents! Yes! Nice surprises. Oboyoboyoboy.
there's something about the lower part of her wings, the darkened portion that looks not right... or suggests a big pair of hands holding her up... for fear she'll fly away, or fall into that grave.
I just love the color of the ground. Is that your doing? It reminds me of something on the farm that I can't place. I would say tobacco, but we didn't farm tobacco. Silage, maybe?
Oh, that's the back of an angle. Couldn't figure out what it was at first.
Now this is what I'm talking about. This is lovely and offers a sense of "hope from above" kinda' thing.
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