"When tempted, no one should say "God is tempting me." For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does He tempt anyone; but each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it give...
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Sunday. The holiest of the days. Or so did the Old Testament say, before Christ had taught us that every single day is holy in the eyes of God and we shouldn't be any less faithful during the rest of the week. I was in church, in the women's choir, along with the other nuns, waiting for the mass to commence.
I was happy to be there, I was. Truly. Yet I still felt bitter and distressed deep down in my heart. A few weeks went by after I was attacked by that lowly vampire. But that's not what I was afraid of, Psalms 46:5 reassured me there was no reason to be afraid: "God is within her, she will not fail." However, ever since that night, I couldn't help but wonder how many others were there? Had they killed our citizens before and were they responsible for the disappearance of them throughout time?
Those questions had been taunting me for hours at a time, but the worst part was that his face kept lingering in my thoughts, that perverted grin plastered across being the most prominent feature I could remember.
"Soul of my saviour" was beautifully spread across my music sheet, though I didn't need to follow it, the words flowing through my voice like a marvelous river of love and glory. I sang with my heart. Worship songs are also a form of prayer. I had hope. My God, I live on it! I had hope that maybe all of those unholy creatures would be eradicated from the city and leave us alone.
I thought that telling the priest and the other nuns would be a good idea. But then, what would they think of me? After all, I was so young and barely got accepted to be a part of that church. "What if they don't believe me and banish me from the church?" It wouldn't matter that much, thanks to the Blood of Christ we can worship Him anywhere, but I was more worried about the fact that if they were to know about what was lurking around the city, they would turn a blind eye and let everyone get killed because they didn't have faith.
While the people were leaving, I remained inside to help with the cleaning. I fiddled with the key to the collection box and then finally opened it to see how much we had raised. As I was collecting the money, a singular bill slipped out of my hand. I bent down to grab it, but I soon fell over after someone bumped into me, making me hit my head on the door. It made me close my eyes shut out of pain, but then I felt myself being dragged upwards by my right arm, followed by a raspy "I apologize."
