Aaban walked forth and passed beside Dragneel. "I shall unite the people of this town and conjure a consensus. For we, though many, are one body in Christ, and individually members one of another."
His eyes wandered through the windows of surrounding homes, capturing sight of marveled pupils staring back. "Do not fear free spirits, for I have brought the teachings of our Father. I am the vessel of his lordship, so let me help you reach heaven through relinquished sin. As this book states...." Aaban then removed his book from within his coat. He weaved it from window to window, allowing all to see the cross tainted by red blood. "....For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery. Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved. Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth. So come out of your iniquitous shelters and breach through the winds of fate. Let the sun above us shine on your flesh as if God himself baptized your body through luminescence."
Suddenly, one after another, townsfolk exited their homes and began listening to Aaban's speech, to the literature read from the Bible's script. Again, Aaban shone and deliberately stood out from the crowd abroad. He blinked slowly, eyeing every single person in the crowd. All their fearing eyes returned the powerful gaze. The people have been enslaved by darkness for what seemed eternity.
"You've all suffered penance due to lack of strength and courage, but tis not your doing. But dread no longer, for I sought the Lord, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears. For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control. The fear of man lays a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord is safe. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working. When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles. I desire then that in every place the men should pray, lifting holy hands without anger or quarreling. To our God and Father be glory forever and ever. Amen" he finished as the crowd started to cheer. The sound of their applause was as loud as the Temple Musician's harps. They roared throughout the barrier of defense, echoing through the nation. This was not just a cry of hope, but one of freedom.
Aaban once again provided the audience with a faint smile and started walking through them towards the stool he sat on awhile back. The crowd tapped his shoulder and provided him with appreciation for his readings. "As I stated, I am a mere vessel of HIS teachings. Thank our Lord for what has just occurred, allow him to hear your gratitude, for it is most desired." After sitting, he continued to read the lectures of fate. That small event gave aspiration to the townspeople. It takes small changes for every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.
His eyes wandered through the windows of surrounding homes, capturing sight of marveled pupils staring back. "Do not fear free spirits, for I have brought the teachings of our Father. I am the vessel of his lordship, so let me help you reach heaven through relinquished sin. As this book states...." Aaban then removed his book from within his coat. He weaved it from window to window, allowing all to see the cross tainted by red blood. "....For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery. Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved. Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth. So come out of your iniquitous shelters and breach through the winds of fate. Let the sun above us shine on your flesh as if God himself baptized your body through luminescence."
Suddenly, one after another, townsfolk exited their homes and began listening to Aaban's speech, to the literature read from the Bible's script. Again, Aaban shone and deliberately stood out from the crowd abroad. He blinked slowly, eyeing every single person in the crowd. All their fearing eyes returned the powerful gaze. The people have been enslaved by darkness for what seemed eternity.
"You've all suffered penance due to lack of strength and courage, but tis not your doing. But dread no longer, for I sought the Lord, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears. For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control. The fear of man lays a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord is safe. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working. When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles. I desire then that in every place the men should pray, lifting holy hands without anger or quarreling. To our God and Father be glory forever and ever. Amen" he finished as the crowd started to cheer. The sound of their applause was as loud as the Temple Musician's harps. They roared throughout the barrier of defense, echoing through the nation. This was not just a cry of hope, but one of freedom.
Aaban once again provided the audience with a faint smile and started walking through them towards the stool he sat on awhile back. The crowd tapped his shoulder and provided him with appreciation for his readings. "As I stated, I am a mere vessel of HIS teachings. Thank our Lord for what has just occurred, allow him to hear your gratitude, for it is most desired." After sitting, he continued to read the lectures of fate. That small event gave aspiration to the townspeople. It takes small changes for every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.