The Almost Dailies Nov 16

If nothing else, this is what’s expected, right?

Nov 16, 2023

Another morning, another sunrise, another day that Jesus Christ goes with you.

This morning, I prayed, “Jesus Christ, I was so confused. I wanted to be good but I just couldn’t see. It was so dark. But I know you were there.”

I was thinking of my childhood after I finished praying Psalm 118 out loud. It was a complex moment, filled with pain and sorrow. I was remembering all the ways I tried to soothe my soul, and how they ever disappointed me, and led me deeper into darkness.

I also remember a time in high school when two sort of friends in a VW Beetle compelled me by stereo amperage to listen to a new Christian song. “I want to be in the light, as you are…” the it sang. I looked out the window at the stars shining in the dark sky above. I never thought on the sky back then. But I did that night. And I wanted to be in the light too.

His lovingkindness is new every morning. Great is his fidelity to us. The days of darkness will come, but the dawn of life in our hearts by the power of his Kingdom shall not be overcome. We are more than conquerors through his love for us.

📐🦋Almost Daily Maxim!

Ignorance is only your problem when you ignore it. 26:5

📐🦄Almost Daily Red Letters!

Anger is the emotion of injustice. Anger without cause is its own injustice. 5:22a

📐🧧From the Wyr Eld of Watergeist

“It's madness,” Macrema said, pausing before they entered the low hanging door of the barn. "A fool's errand. We should have fled south or across the sea. They could be behind us now as easily as ahead. And how many? How strong?” He ducked to enter as he finished, “I’ll be murdered before I believe searching rotting farmhouses will bring an answer to that!”

The scent hit Earth before the sound, a faint whiff, sweet yet acrid. He lunged for Macrema, knocking him to the side just as a deafening CRACK! exploded within the darkness of the building, filling the air with red light. Adrenaline surged through Earth as he pressed himself against the outer wall, bracing for what was to come. He could hear Korma barking above the din, but the world spun in Earth’s head, impossibly fast and barely crawling. Others sprinted towards them from across the yard. But there was something else. Something wrong. There was no waiting. By then it would be too late.

📐🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿Almost Daily Vs. the AntiChrist!

The bishop of Rome rose to permanent political prominence when the Council of Nicea, under Constantine, resolved that his office administer the west, and the bishop of Alexandria the east. 12i