Jesus (God) Can Be My Rock, But They Have To Be Able To Shake
Jesus (God) can be my rock, but they have to be able to shake
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Having petty grandparents is the best. Grandpa gives you $50 so grandma gives you $75. Honestly I wished they both lived in the same town so they could one up each other more often.
I'm just going to leave this here, because this woman said what I've been trying to articulate for ages much more effectively and succinctly than I've been able to
He had failed and now his bones would turn to ash. It wasn’t supposed to be a simple mission, but he figured it was more likely he’d get a sword in the gut or fried by some electricity than burned by the dragon he tried to save.
The Rafel Alliance was a stunning beacon of justice. If your definition of justice was black and white. Even the Mor Actin Spire had a more nuanced definition of justice and they were a dictatorship. Still, dragon fire for a drunken revelry was a bit much. He probably should have stayed low after the mission. Probably shouldn’t have gotten drunk out of excitement of not having a sword in the gut, but he did. One fistfight later, and he’s thrown in jail. A week after, death by dragon flames.
Obviously he’d failed the mission. He administered the antidote to the Alliance’s chemical control of the dragon, but they all knew it might not work. Which was why he stayed in town. He got drunk, because getting in and out of the central prison and dragon grounds was a feat worthy of a legendary thief.
Which he one hundred percent wasn’t. Now, he wasn’t a bad thief, but he was more of an undercover operative than a stealth operative. So making it out with all his organs was a better result than expected. Again, why he got drunk.
The first prisoner was up, and the charges were read. The man had stolen some food and was charged with the sin of gluttony. Funny considering, the man didn’t look like he had a good meal in years. Hard to be gluttonous without stuff, but that’s how the alliance works. You get charged with a sin and you burn in dragon fire.
For his part, the man bravely faced the maw of the dragon. It was over before the smell could even fill the ground. Where the man had been was a pile of ashes already dispersing in the wind. The sentencer grinned and began reading the next sentence.
It continued. A sin of pride for illegally preaching. Raging heat encompassed the grounds. Refusing to pay rent, sin of sloth. The ash pile grew. Envious enough to burn a building. Burning flesh filled his nostrils. Greed, sloth, wrath, greed, pride, lust, lust. On and on. The ash pile rose even with the wind dispersing it. Finally it was his turn.
“Fineal Taygen, you are sentenced with the sin of wrath for assaulting innocents. Your punishment is death by dragon fire.”
Fineal was tossed onto the ash pile by the guards. In front of him was the magnificent animal reduced to a slave. The dragon’s eyes devoid of the intelligence they should have. He failed. The antidote didn’t work, and now he wouldn’t have a chance to try again. Hopefully when the dragon was awoken, they would know that he did not blame them.
He prayed for the dragon’s freedom, and for his friends’s safety before staring at the dragon’s eyes. If he was to die, he’d face it with courage. Yet as he stared into the dragon’s eyes, they stared back. He almost stepped back in shock. The dragon was waiting. All the others had been immediately incinerated, but the dragon hadn’t burned him yet. Slowly he stepped closer. The dragon just watched him. He took another step, and his nose was touching the dragon.
The dragon finally opened their mouth and he realized this was his end. Even though he wanted to have courage, he found himself unconsciously wincing for the pain that was coming. It wasn’t until he felt a warm tongue that he knew he hadn’t failed. Fineal had succeeded in his mission.
You’re a prisoner in a fantasy world. After a week in jail for (YOUR CHOICE), your true punishment has come. Death by the Dragon’s flame. One by one, you watch men be scorched. It is finally your turn. The dragon reaches its head down, but instead of death, you get a warm lick on the forehead.
If peaceful protests were banned then we would be heading to a point were revolution is necessary quickly. I might be too pedantic about what I mean by rioting. I really mean rioting as more breaking into stores and homes, lighting stuff on fire without concern for safety, involving people who don’t want the be involved (not police or lawmakers or people in those positions of power. Like the random person who was walking down the street at the time). I’ve always been a bit specific about words (like ramifications and consequences don’t mean the same thing). So that’s why I said the Jan 6 RIOT and the George Floyd RIOT. To me the riots are different than the protests and perpetrated by a different group of ideas and often members or nonmembers with more extremist views. Most people won’t riot.
I can see what you mean though about my language suggesting that rioting and anything associated with rioting is bad so maybe the logical step is to ban protests. It’s not something I would have picked up myself so thank you for pointing it out.
I wonder how the prevalence of revolution stories in our (United States) literature and media (hunger games, divergent, etc.) has introduced the idea that revolution is the first thing to do when a system is broken. How has that idea convinced people that rioting may be the correct thing to do (Capitol riot, George Floyd riots, etc.)?
Everyone has trauma, so be kind even when you don’t see a reason to.
Vulnerability isn’t the same for everyone
Words are expensive and I don’t know how much money I have so it’s better to not say anything at all
If you are stuck,
Take a step back
Take a breath
Clear the board
And start again
I hope everyone gets the chance to know the peace of being called sweetie, baby, or another southern endearment by a Waffle House server.
