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Post by Father Arzen on Jan 12, 2011 22:40:55 GMT -5
Father Arzen looked over to Fabala as she spoke of the crucifixion. "Yet on the third day he rose again," he reminded her gently. "In fulfillment of the scriptures and ascended into heaven. It is not a symbol of his death. It is a symbol of his rebirth." He turned his attention back to the werewolf. "I suppose that you could draw similarities. However this does not represent God, only part of him. A third of him, to be exact. For there is the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit."
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Post by Mishaw Ekrodian on Jan 12, 2011 22:47:44 GMT -5
Mishaw nodded slightly. She could see that both of these humans were deeply in touch with their.. god... She thought for a moment. "Have you ever wondered if the god you speak of.. And the gods I worship are simply the same people? Perhaps we worship the same gods under a different name. After all, there cannot be so many people who are wrong about what they feel is true in their hearts." She looked at both the Priest and the young woman. Then reached into her pack to bring out a small plant. "To us, this plant is know as wolfsbane... it is greatly deadly, but also has healing powers to it. To most humans it is known as monkshood, and yet they realize the same powers that it holds. Could not the gods be of the same nature?" She set the plant down on the alter beside the crucifix. Then looked to both of the humans.
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Jan 12, 2011 22:53:12 GMT -5
"I know that, Father." Fabala replied, meeting Arzen's eyes once more. "But...just looking at that cross makes me think of only the nails that were pounded into it, and the blood that was spilt upon it...not the resurrection that followed three days after. I'm afraid I can't think of such pure and wonderful things after knowing of the horrors that Jesus faced on crucifixion day."
At his words to Mishaw, her smile grew just a bit. "Just like the three-leaf clover."
And then, Mishaw spoke her mind.
Fabala could hardly believe what she was hearing. Her brow creased with confusion as she tried to process the words that came out of Mishaw's mouth. "O-Our...Our God is unlike yours in many ways...it's not possible for our Lord to be the same as your own, for ours is not at all similar to yours...while God is made of three - like the clover, as I said earlier - your god is one singular being, correct? How could they be the same if they are already so different?" Flimsy explanation, but she had no other ideas.
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Post by Father Arzen on Jan 13, 2011 6:24:32 GMT -5
"Yet that is what we must do," Arzen reminded Fabala quietly. He listened to the werewolf's words and then Fabala's. He tilted his head to the side before saying gently, "Do not refer to Him as our God, for he is everyone's God, whether they recognize Him as such or not." He offered her a small smile before he considered Mishaw's words again. "It is possible," he conceded. "That God would be perceived differently by the different races. It would give me comfort if that was so. I would be glad to learn that they are not forsaking Him." And to hear that they weren't breaking the commandments about not worshiping false gods. He looked to the other woman for a moment to consider her objections as well. "It is possible, don't you think, that God would represent Himself in different ways to different races?"
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Post by Mishaw Ekrodian on Jan 14, 2011 10:27:30 GMT -5
Mishaw looked at the girl with a small, almost patronizing smile. "Perhaps he represents himself, or herself, in a way that we wereanimals might understand better than your structured religion." She smiles at Father Arzen and nods slightly. "You have given me much to think about. Thank you." She takes another look around the cathedral, frowing at it. "Perhaps you really do just need some flower in here." She says almost to herself.
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Jan 14, 2011 13:11:39 GMT -5
At Arzen's gentle corrections, Fabala felt her cheeks burn with a faint flush as she murmured her apologies.
No...God can't be in different forms like that. Why would He allow himself to be viewed in different ways, when the way Christians see Him is all ready so perfect? It was impossible for her to comprehend, yet...what they were saying - Mishaw and Arzen, that is - made sense...God would want all to believe in Him, so maybe he took on different personas so he would be accepted into their culture?
Her lips turned downwards slightly at Mishaw's smile. Just because she was seventeen, that did not mean she deserved to be patronized in such a way. Age was just a number!
"I guess you could think in such a way." She admitted, forcing her expression to become neutral.
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Post by Father Arzen on Jan 15, 2011 10:30:25 GMT -5
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he looked from Fabala to Mishaw. He took note of the way the former's cheeks burned and forced her expression away. He felt a small stab of pity; he had in no way meant to embarrass her as such. However, the damage was already done; there was no way he could turn it back now.
"We could not hope to completely understand His ways," Arzen said. "Even as a priest, there is much that still remains a mystery to me. The only thing we can do is have faith in Him." He gave a short bow of the head toward the cross.
He turned his head then, to consider her suggestion. "Flowers... I suppose they would add a certain... Uplifting mood in here, wouldn't they?" There had never been flowers in the cathedral before; at least not in the main area of worship.
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Post by Mishaw Ekrodian on Jan 22, 2011 10:37:18 GMT -5
Mishaw chuckled and nodded. "Flowers always add a certain charm. Perhaps more people would come and join your worship more regularly if they didn't feel so depressed here. If it were a happier place, where they could be reassured of your God's love, perhaps they wouldn't be so afraid of his wrath." She looked over at Fabala, looking her over quickly. "Do you turn to God at all times, or just when you are in need? When you feel happy, do you ask for his blessings? Within Nature, we revel in the presence of our gods all the time, holding dances in their honor or praying with each kill of a prey. Do you do the same child?" She blinks slowly before smiling her warm smile.
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