I think this guy might need a name, just so we can refer to the church in his house in the future; any thoughts on your end? I was considering Cornelius, for its mnemonic value, but Simon might be easier on that count.
The town draws its water from a central well, and it takes quite a bit of work to fill the tub for bathing (which might just be big enough for a baptistry); otherwise, there's a livestock watering hole about half a mile or so outside town that would do.
Your trades are acceptable. You give up the light blue jeans, dark green shorts, one Hawaiian shirt, and the navy pin-striped suit, and in exchange you get heavy wool pants, light cotton pants, light cotton shirt, heavy wool shirt, and leather long coat (that's right, isn't it? trench coat style).
--M. J. Young
Simon is nice enough :) I could make it more difficult by letting him choose a new name after his baptism, but I would be meta-gaming then, I would not normally do that. :)
Simon
I let Simon choose where he wants to be baptized. I tell him that baptizing is a choise that you show. First to God, but oten also to people, that you will follow Jezus. The bible has an example of there being no other people present (just on the road to, with the guy Philip baptized), while on other occasions it would have been normal to assume other people being there, it even being just in public. It would give a chance to tell other people about it as they will no doubt be curious.
Market
Did I find any interesting cultural trinkets? Musical instruments, statues, woven tapestries/cloth...
OOC:
Trenchcoat is right.
My posting rate will be slower, since I moved and only have internet access at the library. I intend to keep it that way, since otherwise I tend to procrastinate too much due to internet.
The baptism takes place at the watering hole, since it doesn't matter and that's easier.
There are several shops that handle jewelry, obviously made by dwarfs, including buckles, clasps, brooches (which are designed to secure a cloak), but also necklaces, bracelets, and rings. These are made of various metals sometimes with gemstones. There are also a few quilts and woven blankets for sale in clothing stores, although it seems that these are among the things the women make back at the ranch, so there's not too much sense in buying one here.
--M. J. Young
Simon
There is celebration and thanksgiving. I ask him if he can read and write. I'm fairly sure of it, but better to ask. If so, I'll be trying to write him letters from the ranch and will attempt to translate my copy from the bible in English. I tell him this. If he knows someone he trust that would like to read for him if he's not able that might be cool too. (I did not use the term 'cool' with him.)
I've seen enough at the market. I'm ready to move on, it seems like this is concluded.
The return journey is much as the outgoing one, but of course that you have fewer orcs and none of the believers. It will be five days of camping along the route, eating food cooked on a campfire, and sleeping in blankets on the ground. The weather holds, and (if you've nothing else you want to address on the journey) you are soon back at the ranch.
You have pigments, a sulfur yellow, a clay red, a mint green, a dark green, a cobalt blue, and a nearly black earthy dark brown.
--M. J. Young
I don't adress anything on the journey. If Simon confirmed that he can read or write or has a friend who can read for him I might be trying to translate one of Paul's letters in English. I will do it in prayer though, petitioning God to keep me from errors and to use me as a way to get His Word out to this people. To make sure I'm not blotting, I'll use a ballpoint pen.
As I sit upon the cart, slowly being hustled and bustled as I think. I review all that's happened as I look upon the setting sun. The sleepy orange disk is lazily hanging over the horizon, ready to fall asleep in that bed of soft clouds.
I think on my arrival, falling right into an ambush of wild orcs who were trying to kill the ranchers who were working with the wood there. I nearly got killed on the spot. God saved me though, He had a plan. It must be very special if he allowed me to die two times before arriving here.
Funny thing, as soon as I arrived at the ranch I saw the slavery. I could understand the ambush attempt of the orcs. I do not agree with it. But I can understand, only in part of course, what they must be feeling. And it is them who I've now reached. Isn't that like God? Using the smallest and most feeble things to show us His greatness and strength and beauty and splendour? He's so great.
Now the Word of God has been accepted here and I can find a way to keep it here. My purpose is clear. The gospel is already spreading and revival might be coming soon!
There will be opposition in the spiritual realm though. Yet God is greater. I need to stay on His side, fight temptation and keep in contact with Him.
My thoughts are disturbed as Zeke calls out for me.
"Nik, I need your hands, we're setting up camp for the night."
The sun is almost gone, but I rest assured that it will rise again tomorrow. It show's the faithfulness of God.
"Coming!"
Which epistle were you translating?
In five days you are back home; the next morning returns you to the leather shop. There is a new orc boy, this one about nine by his appearance, assigned to help. He was born here on the ranch, and his father works with the sheep while his mother works in the house. They are pleased that their son was chosen to learn leatherwork, even though they know it will probably mean he will be sold when he has learned enough.
His name is Bredd.
Before lunch, the head of the shop (name slips my mind at the moment) says that he'd love to see the pigments after lunch.
--M. J. Young
Translation
I would probably translate Galatians. You asking me, probably means that Simon can read.
I will also keep a paper besides it to explain stuff they would not know because of the difference of worlds. Now, I would explain in there also that the text is true, 100% correct and the inspired word of God. I would also explain that this commentary is just my words, meant to help, but not as absolute as the letters.
The workshop
They are pleased that their son was chosen to learn leatherwork, even though they know it will probably mean he will be sold when he has learned enough.
Does this mean that I talked to their parents or has master Robert told me?
As I see the boy I walk straight to him and offer him my hand for a handshake. "Hi there ... Bredd was it, right? Nice to meet you! I see we'll be working togheter! Cool! It will be fun!"
I arrange with master Robert to show him the pigments after lunch. I will also bring my notes and explain that we have rescources here to make our own. So I did not buy those pigments. I suggest I'll go collect some ingredients with Bredd so we can try to make some of our own. I am excited.
I also tell him that I bought me that jacket there. I hope he does not mind, since he's in the same buisness. Maybe we could make a trenchcoat toghether some day. We made a normal jacket toghether I remember.
Sorry--Yes, Simon can read.
I'm assuming that Bredd told you his parents' feelings. There would be little reason for you to have contact with either of the parents, and less for them to be together if you did. I was pretty much thumbnailing basic info you would gather in the first day or two of working with him (trying to anticipate what you would ask and what he would volunteer).
Your coat is made of cow's leather, which is of a different quality than the leathers used in the shop, most of which are from the sheep (it is a sheep ranch, as I recall) and some from wild animals which wander in from the jungle seeking an easy meal. Master Robert is not upset that you got a good cow's leather coat, noting that it would be more difficult to make something in that length from sheep's leather without a lot of seams.
My impression is that you did get some pigments--dry powders to be mixed with oils--in addition to learning something about them. But making your own is also good.
Robert asks whether you'll need an escort to watch your back, if you're going to be too near the jungle. Otherwise, he's fine with you taking Bredd hunting for ingredients for pigments.
You won't have Galatians translated in time to leave it in the village, but you can send or take it back on the next trip, probably in a few months.
--M. J. Young
I'm assuming that Bredd told you his parents' feelings. There would be little reason for you to have contact with either of the parents, and less for them to be together if you did. I was pretty much thumbnailing basic info you would gather in the first day or two of working with him (trying to anticipate what you would ask and what he would volunteer).
I suspected that, but was not sure. If I would have had a chance on getting to the parents I would have taken it :)
My impression is that you did get some pigments--dry powders to be mixed with oils--in addition to learning something about them. But making your own is also good.
I thought that I noted down what ingredients were needed and which we had here at K-Ranch. I would not know ofcourse whether the merchant would share how to process them to get the pigment powder. But if he did, then I would have written it down.
Robert asks whether you'll need an escort to watch your back, if you're going to be too near the jungle. Otherwise, he's fine with you taking Bredd hunting for ingredients for pigments.
"That might be smart, I guess.", I tell him. This is an unexpected turn of events. If I would have gathered with Bredd alone, I could have good talks with him and share about Christ. But maybe if there would be protection... Well, it could hamper or it could turn out a blessing (like with Simon!). I agree with master Robert to have protection, and tonight I pray that the man guarding us will be open to me handling the orc boy as a normal person. "Even better if He would also come to accept you.", I told the Lord.
You won't have Galatians translated in time to leave it in the village, but you can send or take it back on the next trip, probably in a few months.
I was counting on that.
You find that the task of translating Galatians has had a significant impact on your understanding of the text. Part of that is simply that you had to think more about what each word in Dutch meant to find the right word in English; part of it was that you had to read it rather thoroughly and make sense of it to be certain that the English meant what the Dutch meant.
You are now becoming a Bible Translator. Translating Galatians will take you only a few weeks, I think, but this is a very intensive program of study, and in a few months you will reach 2@1 as a professional in your religion if you continue translating other books.
Early the next day there is an armed herdsman waiting at the leather shop. "I was told," he says, "that you needed protection for some sort of exploration near the jungle? Anyway, that's why I'm here."
He's a large man, powerfully built, and is carrying a wood axe.
--M. J. Young
Cool! I chose Galations because it was fairly short and somewhat more practical then say Romans. Yet I would think that afterwards I would choose Romans unless I don't feel comfortable enough about it, then I would choose one of John's letters. I expected the raise of Religion. Remember that I also make some kind of 'reader's guide'/commentary about it to go with Galatians. Also remember that my translation is preceded by a prayer for guidance and inspiration. I might at times be praying in tongues while reading the text and/or while thinking about it.
"Hello! Yes. I'm Nikolaj and", I look around, "there is Bredd. We're going to hunt for some herbs and other materials so we can make some pigments. That would bring more variety to the leatherwork. I understood from master Robert that it is fairly dangerous when close to the jungle, and that's why we have your help."
Once Bredd comes closer, I take my list of materials. And face my two companions. "Now, before we go, I'd like to pray for protection over us. Is that okay with you guys?" I look both of them in the eye while waiting for answer. (Just making eye-contact, not intimidating or anything)
If not, I pray it for myself (and if one of them wants and another doesn't I'll pray it for the one who wants too.) and then we're off. First on the list ...
You can just give a summarry of how it went, we don't need to go off item by item on the list, unless a certain important discision has to be made.
The man says, "I am always eager to have the protection of the Lady Gaia in my work, and would gladly join you in this prayer."
Bredd says nothing either way.
--M. J. Young
I look at the man with a smile. I expected that. Or should've anyway. "I'll be praying to her boss", I tell him, and then I lead them into a prayer for protection and guidance, with laying on of hands, if allowed. (Is permission needed on laying on of hands another bonus or benifit? Anyway, I am used to asking permission first.)
Contact itself gives the bonus; if contact is resisted, you have to roll for it.
"Her boss, huh? Well, that sounds like the way to do it. Never heard before that she had a boss--creator of the world and all--but I suppose it makes sense."
I find that you have one protection prayer listed, which reads:
- 1@1 Protection against Spirit Powers M+1@6 pray 15:00 for protection, gives RS=SM against attacks by spirits for 80:00, duration tolls from first such attack, +9SMThat does not cover attacks by orcs or wild beasts from the jungle. Are you creating a new prayer at this time, and if so can you give me details?
--M. J. Young
"Well, while she may have made this world, her boss made the universe, and I suspect her having helped creating stuff, like this world or parts of this world, but all by order of God."
Then I explain that I want to put my hands on their shoulders. If they don't want that I'll do it without contact. I close my eyes and pray. "Lord pleace protect us on this journey. Protect us from possible attacks from orcs or wild beasts as we look for the things we need. Thank you Lord. Amen." This will be about one minute I think, maximum.
You have a strong assurance of protection.
The man says, "Thank you."
After an awkward moment, he says, "Well, if we're ready?"
--M. J. Young
"We are.", I reply smiling. First item on the list is ...
And if nothing out of the ordinary happens, we go down the list and return. :)
Do you have any skill or experience that might be relevant to this hunt--foraging for edible plants, or rock hunting for specific geologic samples?
--M. J. Young
No, not at all. My knowledge of herbs and rocks is minimal if at all existant. I rely on Bredd and our guard's knowledge of local stuff.
We'll have to assume that you were shown samples of the materials you are seeking. Bredd knows nothing of foraging, having been born and raised on the ranch. The guard is a shepherd, and although he knows something of wild plants, it's mostly in terms of which ones are bad for sheep.
Over the course of the morning you find a few of the plants you need, mostly growing in close to the jungle. The guard warns that one of them is not safe for sheep to eat, and that the nettles on another can sting pretty painfully and the berries, although a nice color, are poisonous. You break for a packed lunch, and find a few of the soil types closer to the water. You wind up with five pigment colors.
--M. J. Young
Nice! That's great, we can work on them allready! If there are more to find, we will look for them on another day. Now, as for the warnings, I take note from it (mentally) and handle with care. For the nettles we'll need to find a way (gloves or cloth or something, to handle them. The poisonous and un-eatable berries will be processed, but with guidlines of washing hands afterwards and keeping your hands away from your mouth. (this is hard since I have the habbit of unconsciously rubbing my nose when concentrated. Now that I have a beard that's slightly lessened since I'll play with my beard then.) Okay, so, after a good foraging, we return to the workshop and we'll see how to organise pigment making. If it's late in the afternoon or if it's evening we'll probably do it tomorrow, otherwise I'll be itching to try and make some pigment!
Oh, also, on a more relational level of the foragin trip, if there are these klit-bals from the arctium lappa (after googling, so we have the same referrence), I'll joke around with it, putting it in my beard and smiling silly to Bredd and the ranger, throwing them to each other, stuff like that)
We have a plant like that around here, but the burs are sharply pointed and painful; I will assume that yours are not so.
It is nearing dinner by the time you return, but no one will complain if you choose to skip dinner or ask to work in the darkening gloom of the leather shop afterwards.
--M. J. Young
Working will wait then.
After the trip I take the two with me and thank God for the protection. I thank the guard for the protection and tell him that if he wants to know more about Him, he can allways drop by or we can talk about it during dinner.
And yeah, not the painfull burrs. I think more like the thing Scott needed to look for once he found out there was no velcro in his world.
On to the dinner, next day and making pigments.
You compound your dyes and begin experimenting with them on leather products. What sort of products would you like to color first, and what would you like to color on them?
--M. J. Young
Lets use something small first. Maybe a belt, or gloves. My first attempt would be to just cover a whole, not yet sown piece of leather in a specific colour, let's say a red.(if we have that. What kind of pigments did we find over there? And which were easy to find? I'd use that colour first as it would be easaly replaced if it would be a failure.)
That would probably mean soaking the leather in a bucket for some time and hanging it to dry. I would probably need a way to measure time. Do we have a sandbase hourglass or something?
So I would also get a brush and try to paint a single flower-element on each part of a pair of gloves.
I try to find the right consistency or thickness with the paint. Or several for several purposes. I try to paint wool (for decoration).
In the further time (if I have any further time) I will go on with the normal business and trying to break the ice with Bredd. Devellopping a friendship.
I smile gently as I'm mixing and making colours. I like this a lot.
I note this from when you left the village for the ranch:
You have pigments, a sulfur yellow, a clay red, a mint green, a dark green, a cobalt blue, and a nearly black earthy dark brown.I will assume that you know what ingredients you need to make more of each of these, plus a couple other colors that are seasonal. One of those is a bright red from berries which are available only in the fall (which is now, I believe), so you can stock up on them but can't get more until next fall. We will add the bright red and a berry-based deep purple to the six listed above, and say that you also found the clay for the dark red, mint for the mint green, and the black earth for the nearly black brown.
There is a timer in the shop, used mostly for tanning. The timer has two rollers. The upper one rests on the lower, but the lower turns slowly. The driver is a loop of chain over a gear; a weight is hung on the chain, pulling the gear slowly. When you wish to time something, you take a pre-measured strip of leather and feed it into the space between the rollers; the leading edge has a ring or buckle attached. The strip gradually feeds through between the rollers, and when it is through it falls to the floor, metal on wood creating a thump and clank and drawing attention to the clock to see which strip has fallen. Strips are pre-cut in five minute lengths up to an hour; longer than that would touch the floor before it finished feeding through.
Your paint is more like dye: it needs to soak into the leather to color it. You can color an entire piece as you suggest, and the color will be rich from the extended soaking, but it's more normal to apply the dye in controlled patterns, as you do with the brush. Note that it is staining the leather, and thus that if you use a base color it will impact the colors of the overlays. Dyes also have different strengths, so the berry-based red dye will tend to overpower several of the others, but not the darkest ones.
When you say you are painting flower elements n "each part of a pair of gloves", does that mean one on each glove, or are you talking about painting the elements on the pre-assembled pieces?
You can soak wool in the dyes. This might work best with wool yarn, which can then be woven or knit or otherwise used to make cloth or clothing. The dye tends to run through the wool if you attempt to apply it to finished objects, although you can color a piece of cloth a single color easily enough.
Bredd is there to learn leatherwork, so you and Robert have plenty to say to him.
--M. J. Young
I really like the cleverness of the timer!
I meant one flower on each glove, yes. Sorry for my bad phrasing (or is it frasing?)
As for the wool, it would be meant for the inside of a boot (a part going around the edge so as to give a decorative rim to it). I want to experiment with what effects using coloured wool would have there. I assume that is done with leather which has the wool still on there, right?
If some of the weavers want to learn colouring, I would be glad to let them in on the experiments. And so we proceed with our work throughout the week.
I try to bound more with Bredd, and if possible with master Robert, but him being my chief I am quite a bit more reserved around him until he lets me know it's okay to make fun toghether etc.
During the week I pray for my Christian friends on the farm and in the other city (protection, wisdom, success in spreading the gospel. That they have a blessing and that it may grow into a revival) I also pray that God would reveal His next step to me, that He might show me what to do. That He might open the eyes of my hart.
I also keep translating the letter to the Galatians and providing it with a commentary.
I will not lose track of relaxation, so I'll be playing the bordgame and my ukulele from time to time, also, conveniently, getting more or deeper contacts with the men in the barracks.
As a player I'm aiming for revealing visions, I've recently heard a testimony of someone who could litterally see words written on the foreheads of people, revealing what condition they were in. Now the character just prays and sees what God will do, if there is no immediate answer, he just continious his work, trusting that that is his place right now and he keeps translating. In other words, if God answers, let Him answer how you want, with a new gift or with a single vision, or something more creative :)
PH is correct. Very unpredictable, but generally words which originate from Greek use PH to replace the Phi of the original language. I've been wondering of late why that is; English students of Greek are taught to transliterate Phi as PH, despite the fact that at least in American usage there is no difference in sound between PH and F, and a single character makes more sense--but still, in my Bible studies I stick to the traditional transliteration.
Oh, Wool Fur. Boy, don't I feel stupid. Of course you work with fur all the time--sheepskin that has been cured/tanned such that it still has the wool on the one side, used for warmth and sometimes padding. It would be difficult to dye patterns in such fur, but it could be colored in its entirety. You could dye patches and stripes, either by keeping uncolored space between them and excusing the fuzzy edges, or by allowing the colors to overlap and bleed into each other. You could get sharper edges by dying separate pieces separately and then cutting and stitching them together as desired.
Dying flowers on the backs of the gloves is challenging but not impossible. Again, you've the sense that it would be easier to stitch colored pieces together than to contain the colors, and the edges are never really sharp when you stain them with a brush.
I've rolled dice indicating a very clear and dramatic vision telling you which direction to go. The problem is, I'm not certain which direction that is--but I've got a way to find out. It will require me to roll a General Effects Roll, to see whether God is moving you in the direction you hope or the direction you fear or somewhere between the two.
That means I need your input: what do you hope God will tell you to do? What do you hope will not happen? What else do you see as possibilities, and how do you feel/what do you think about those?
--M. J. Young
Hmm... This requires some thought.
I hope he will use me to bring REVIVAL to this ranch (it could start with that guardian that was with us?), I suspect or expect that I will be asked to keep translating (it would be most logic to me, but even if I'm gone, God can share His message with others through Divine Revelation, right?), and I fear mostly of no response or of the silent just be there approach. I'm in that approach (sorta) right now, because I'm waiting for instructions. In the mean time I do have a purpose, several purposes actually. I'm translating Galatians and commenting on it, with thoughts of tackling Romans after that. (Boy, that would be a heavy duty! Such a 'heavy' book)
Also I have Bredd, a new contact which which I have little to no boundries of befriending. I guess they are used to it from me by now. Then there is Master Robert and the guys in the barracks with which I can bound and share and hope for possibilities. The same with Master Robert.
Further more there is a thing that I fear, yet know would be good to do, and that is to get more into the spiritual and start to produce delivery there. I know I spooked that Orc god/spirit that one time.
Can you work with this?
You happen to be the last one out of the leathershop that day, because you were putting away your dyes. As you turn toward the door, there is a man standing there.
"You've done well, Nikolaj," he says in Dutch. "Keep your patience and work with those nearest you. The work has begun, but it will be a slow road at the beginning."
Then he is not there.
--M. J. Young
Cool!
I'm a bit stunned at first and I seem not to have had the urge to fall flat on my face, yet I'm fairly sure I just saw an angel!
I go back inside and praise God for oh, at least 20 minutes. Then I pray for guidance as I speak and interact with people. I go back to my normal routine, but with the exception that it is not a routine, but a mission, it has a purpose. And I'm thrilled at it. I'm smiling.
You reach the chow line after everyone is eating, including the cooks. One of them somewhat grouchily interrupts his meal to get you yours. "You're late," he grouses. Of course, it happens often enough that people are late, so you know he's just complaining about one of the normal complications of his job.
You land in a seat near Robert. "What makes you so happy?" he asks. "Good day with the dyes?"
--M. J. Young
"Oh, I'm sorry", I apologize to the cook Though I'm smiling at the cook. "I had an important meeting." Out of habit I wink, yet I realize a second later that this might be interpreted entirely wrong and that the strangest rumours of romance might spread around because of this. Yet I don't care. It makes me chuckle.
"Oh, that too", I tell Robert, as I sit next to him. "but I just met a messenger of God." I lift my glass/jug/mug of water to him and take a swallow, pretending to be interrested in my food, while I do actually am curious about his response to that.
The cook hesitates a moment, and then laughs like he's heard an inside joke and he thinks he's inside.
"A messenger of God?" he responds. "You mean, like a priest? I didn't know we had any priests visiting the ranch."
--M. J. Young
I swallow my last bit of water and reply to master Robert. "Oh no, not like a priest. Have you ever heard about angels? They are spirit servants of God, and some of them, if not most or all, serve as messengers."
He looks a bit uncertain. "I've not heard of such; but then, I'm not a priest, and I'm not educated in the faith beyond what a man learns growing up. So then, your god has other spirits who serve her? She must be a wealthy god."
--M. J. Young
I explain him that my God is mostly reffered to as Father, and most commonly thought of as a man. But he is, as far as I know, not male or female. A part of Him is, in a sense. But that is quite complicated. Too complicated for now. I think it is best to say that He encompasses both genders and goes beyond that.
"He is in fact, indescribable (ooc: I'm hearing S.M. Lockridge's sermon in the back of my head now). He is beyond what we can say. He is rich in the sense that He made everything and it is all His. He has servants doing His biddings, not because they get payed, but because He is so great."
Then I move on to the gospel. "Actually, He is so holy, that normally we cannot come near Him. I reach in my vest pocket and produce a little 'wordless book' booklet. This will explain it real simple. You see this yellow page? It stands for His Kingdom. His streets are golden and light radiates from His face. He is holy and the source of all light and life. He gave us life and wanted for us to be with Him. That is our purpose."
I turn the page to reveal the black page. "But there has come a division. Men wanted to go their own way. They went away from God and preferred their own judgement more than that of there all knowing Creator. They turned away from the light into darkness." I sigh a bit there, it always makes me sad. "They wanted to do things that the Lord God did not want them to do. Those things were wrong. We call that sin. It put a curse on the whole of creation, in the form that we are marked as sinful. We are now sinful from birth. We cannot come to Him, it is not in our nature to want it either. The stubborn rebellion from the first people is now over us and in us. In everybody."
I turn to Master Robert. "That's a sad story, isn't it?" I let him answer yes or no and then go on. "But," I say "the story is not over yet. God loved the people He made. He still wanted them with Him, but it was impossible because this sin made it impossible to come to a God so Holy and Righteous as Him. Yet He found a way.", and I turn the page, revealing the red page.
"He sent His Son to the earth in the form of a child. A baby, born from a virgin mother. He had no sin. He was in fact a part of God that became flesh in the world. This Child, named Jesus, grew up, never sinning and at the age where He could become a teacher according to the tradition of man He started teaching the people to love acting good and to hate evil. To love God, the Father, His Father, with all that is in them and to love their fellow man as they love themselves. He was very radical and was put to death for that. Yet that was also His plan, for when a sinless man dies for the sin of all, that sacrifice makes clear the path to God.
His death payed the dead penalty that every man should have had. And if we accept that and turn with a devotion to God, we can be saved and have the eternal life with God in His Kingdom."
I turn the page to the white page. "God once said something along these lines, even though you sins have stained you red, I will make you white as snow. He payed the price for us and now we can again be holy and pure. And we can again communicate with Him. Even more, He gives His Spirit to live in our hart and teach us, comfort us and change us according to His will."
I turn the page again and reveal the final, green page. "Furthermore, He will make us grow, and we need each other, as followers of Christ to grow in His will. We need to encourage each other and correct each other, pray for each other and just be there for each other.
"This is what it's all about." I tell him, waving the little booklet.
2nd post
This post is for an EDIT. I realised that I forgot to mention one very important fact in the part where I explain the white page.
It's that though in his death we become dead to our sins, He also conquered death and rose to life again, and in His new life, we can also receive a new and holy life.
I would also like to argue that I would probably have the booklet on me for when I'd have a little breakthrough with Bredd.