CALEB AND KATARINA IN TRANSYLVANIA
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Blood Relations (Ch. 4)
... come here to atone for their sins and lead a quiet life of
devotion and prayer to the Lord." "My father doesn't believe in
God. At least I don't think he does," Caleb said matter-of-fac.
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The friendship with Father Murphy grew over the next month, so
that by the end of August, shortly before Angela and Caleb were
due to return to Transylvania, Caleb was quite fond of the old
priest, who had become a surrogate grandfather to him, and the
feelings were mutual. The two had formed a special bond, and the
priest understood just how lonely little Caleb was, and how much
he longed for his parents' reconciliation. Caleb had never told
him about Michael, however. He would never mention Michael to
anyone. Not now at least. "So, Caleb, will you write to me once
you return to your home in Transylvania?" Father Murphy asked as
he slowly rose from the dinner table. They had just finished
their last Saturday evening meal together; the dinners had
become a tradition for the past month or so, and everyone was
sorry to see them end. "I certainly will, Father!" Caleb
answered. "And you're going back to Ireland, soon, too, aren't
you?" "Yes, my son, as a matter of fact, the ship sails in about
two weeks, so I will be leaving shortly myself!" Mr. and Mrs.
Barrington, Mrs. Morley, I cannot tell you how much I've enjoyed
visiting with all of you these past weeks. You have all been
more than hospitable to me and I will always think of these
times as treasured memories!"
"It has truly been our pleasure, Father!" Charles answered. "Yes,
indeed, we've learned so much about Ireland these past weeks,
and you've given us some excellent guidance answering our
questions about the the Faith!" Rosalind added. "Well, I've
learned even more about Translyvania, and I dare say that it is
my job to answer the questions about our Faith, my dear. I do my
best and let the Lord do the rest!"
He turned to Angela and looked at her with a hint of sadness in
his eyes. "My child, may I have a few words with you in private
before I leave?" "Why, of course, Father!" Angela answered.
"Rosalind - Charles - may Father and I step into the parlor a
minute?" "Absolutely, my dear sister!" Rosalind exclaimed.
"Caleb, come with Uncle Charles and me into the kitchen - I'll
bet there's some fresh cookies in there we can all munch on
while Father Murphy talks to your Mama!"
Father Murphy closed the door to the parlor and stood near
Angela. "Do remember what I've told you, now. Keep a tight hold
on your devotion to the Blessed Mother, and know that she will
intercede for you to provide the strength you need when you
return home to your husband. And as for Caleb, I must share with
you something I witnessed last Saturday when I went up to his
room to tell him dinner was ready." "What is it, Father?" "Well,
I suppose I approached his room rather quietly - he evidently
didn't hear me - and the door was not completely closed, though
I'm sure he thought it was. As I went to knock on the door, I
heard him talking to someone, so I hesitated for a few seconds
and listened. He was talking to someone named 'Michael', only
when I did knock and enter his room, there was no one there."
"How strange!" Angela said, her eyes wide as she gazed at the
priest. Father Murphy continued. "I surmise that he has an
imaginary friend, which isn't so bad - lots of children have
imaginary friends, but many times it's when they're lonely or
troubled. And that's just it - from the time I've spent with
your son this past month, I would have to say that he is very
lonely and is internalizing his frustration with your marital
problems. Forgive me for being so bold, but I do think that you
and your husband should give serious consideration to enrolling
Caleb in a school upon your return to Transylvania. He really
needs the camaraderie of children his age. He tells me he has
been tutored at home since he was 4 years old. "Yes, that's
correct," Angela said. "His father doesn't think our schools in
town quite measure up to his standards, and he was always
tutored as a young boy, until the age of 12, I believe. But I
will speak with my husband about this and perhaps we will take
your advice. I know it is given out of your care and concern for
Caleb. Thank you, Father." " I will keep you all, including your
husband, in my prayers," Father Murphy answered.
Colin was deep in thought as he set his wife's letter down on
his desk. He had been sitting in his library, reading it and all
of her letters over, wondering what to do now. They were on
their way home. He'd have to meet them at the pier tomorrow
afternoon. Then what?
He had been the dutiful husband and father, writing his wife and
son several times each month, but the letters had been difficult
to compose - after all, he couldn't tell them about what was
really happening his life. So he had to talk around it; talk
about anything, except what really mattered. Angela's letters
had been loving, but somewhat distant. It seemed that as time
progressed, she filled them more with what she and Caleb were
doing - how they were keeping busy, and less and less of how
they missed him. Could he blame them? He knew he had pushed them
away. But they must never know what he had become. And more to
the point, they must never know how much he liked what he had
become. It had taken him by complete surprise! He had been
repulsed in the very beginning - that first night, after his
long discussion with John Malvern, he had barely known what to
do next. It was as if he were living in a fog. And then, slowly,
as his craving for blood intensified, and his ability to kill
small animals increased, he started to feel the power, the
heightened senses, and the bloodlust became overwhelming. By
then it was time for his first human kill. That had happened
soon after Angela and Caleb had left for America. It was the
reason he had gone to London, actually. He knew it was time to
do it, and he didn't want it happening in his hometown. Not with
the Koviches running around looking to kill every vampire they
could find.
And then, of course, there was Katarina. The gorgeous vampire
who had started it all - and he had fallen head over heels in
lust with her! Not love - lust! He couldn't get enough of her!
He kept having thoughts of her by day and she filled his dreams
at night. Funny, though, how she hadn't come again to him after
that first night she turned him, until after Angela and Caleb
had left on their trip. He had been alone on the streets of
London around midnight, trying to stalk a drunken street person
just to see if he could really do it - really make his first
human kill - and then he saw Katarina, who appeared out of
nowhere, beckoning him to her side. She took him to her flat
there in London, and made passionate love to him for hours! He
was totally captivated by her, mesmerized by her taste, her
touch, the feel of her skin on his?Afterward, in the wee hours
of the morning, just before dawn, she accompanied him on his
search, guiding him until he found the proper victim. She was
his teacher, his mentor, his lover. He had come to depend upon
her, so much so that the relationship was an addiction,
especially whenever he felt the need to feed. So now, where did
that leave his life with Angela and Caleb? He pondered this
question for the rest of the night, falling asleep in his desk
chair.
That night, before bed, Colin came to speak with Caleb in his
bedroom. "May I come in, Caleb?" "Of course, father." Colin
hugged his son, and sat down on the bed with him. "I just want
you to know that despite our problems, I loved your mother very
much. And I love you, very, very much, too! Don't ever forget
that, Caleb! There is a bond between you and me - a very special
bond - one that goes far beyond even father and son. It's much
too complex to explain to you at this age, but when you are
older, I will explain and you will understand then. Just trust
me, Caleb. We are destined for a long, long life together! I
guarantee it! You won't be alone - not ever!" Caleb looked
gratefully into his father's eyes. "I love you, father!" "I love
you, too, son!" And they hugged each other tightly, neither one
wanting to let go.
"Katarina, now that Caleb is coming home for good, I think it's
necessary he know the truth about me?and eventually, about us."
Colin had said. "We are so close emotionally, and in my heart, I
know that I cannot keep this secret from him any longer. He's an
adult, and he craves the pleasures of this world! His desire for
power, wealth, and love is even more intense than mine! I have
taught him well and I truly believe he won't spurn me for being
a vampire - quite the opposite, actually. I'm convinced that he'
ll want to be like me. But he should decide for himself about
when and if he does turn. And, he may not want to wait until he'
s thirty-one? In any event, I think the reason for this family
curse is a bit dated, don't you?"
Caleb carried his glass of 1875 Rothschild Cabernet Sauvignon
into the library, where he and Colin were continuing their
dinner conversation. He'd had three glasses before this, and
another bottle sat in a corner, chilled and waiting to be
consumed. In honor of it being his first night back home, the
cook had prepared a delicious meal of rare filet mignon, roasted
potatoes and vegetables, with cherries jubilee for dessert.
Andrew had died several years back, but his son, Jeremy, who was
continuing in his father's footsteps, now attended to the Morley
household. He also knew about the Morley family "secret". Andrew
had figured it out soon after young Caleb went off to boarding
school by following his Master one night?and Jeremy was sworn to
secrecy by both his father and Colin. "Will there be anything
else either one of you will want, Master Colin? Or shall I leave
you both to finish your most important conversation?" Jeremy
asked. "That will be all, Jeremy. Thank you so much and give our
gratitude to the cook as well! Dinner was superb!" Colin said.
It was a very special evening, in more ways than one. Colin had
just told Caleb the most incredible story! Caleb was amazed?to
think it was all true! His father was a vampire?capable of
eternal youth and life? Superhuman strength! Immortality!
Mysterious powers?heightened senses?the list went on and on! And
no wonder his father had acted so distant and strange with him
and his mother in the beginning - it all made perfect sense! Now
Colin was telling him about Katarina?about their current love
affair, and how Colin wanted Caleb to meet her. "If you do
decide to turn, Caleb, I believe Katarina should do the honors,
not me. She is much more expert with these things, and I want it
done exactly right so as not to harm you in any way. Turning a
human into a vampire is?well?a very delicate matter. Colin
waited for Caleb's response. His son had taken the news
completely in stride, drinking it all in as he sipped his wine
and ate his food, seemingly at ease with the information. Caleb
sensed that his father wanted him to say something. The first
words out of his mouth were, "How soon can she do it? I can't
wait!"
Colin grinned broadly and wrapped his son in a loving hug. "Ah,
my boy, that's the spirit! But I don't want you to turn so soon?
why not live with us for a year, observing, learning?so that
once the year is up, you can enter this lifestyle with the full
knowledge that you are truly doing what is right for you!
Remember, vampires cannot procreate?that is something you really
must come to grips with before committing to this."
Caleb looked lovingly at his father. "I realize that, and I
believe I can accept it. It's just that right now, when I weigh
having to take the time to find the right wife, and have a child,
versus skipping all that and enjoying the pleasures you've
described, well, it's not much of a contest! I admit that the
thought of having to kill humans in order to survive is
something I'll have to adjust to. But, if I do as you do and
kill off the scum of the earth, at least when it's convenient,
then I'm doing humanity a favor, right?" Caleb gave his father a
wry smile. "Then we agree! You'll learn and observe for one year,
and then it will be time! Oh, Caleb, we shall have a grand year
together! Katarina will join us, and take us all over the world!
She has been a vampire so much longer than I that her powers are
unbelievable! With the bat of an eyelash she can transport us to
alternate realities, or anywhere in this world that we want to
go!" Colin poured himself and Caleb another glass of wine. This
was certainly a time to celebrate!
The drunken man kept walking- closer and closer, until Colin was
ready to spring upon him from the alley's protective darkness.
Just then, with Caleb standing right behind him, a gust of wind
blew fresh snow against their faces, but there was something
else - the "whoosh" of two silver arrows, flying free of their
Kovich bows, aimed directly at the two vampires - father and son.
"Nooooooooo!" screamed Katarina, who had just arrived not a
minute before. She flew to their sides, throwing herself in
front of their bodies, but she only made it as far as Caleb -
the silver arrow meant for him struck her heart instead, and
Colin's entered his chest, piercing his heart and killing him
immediately. The Kovich Slayers, cursing the fact that they'd
only had two silver arrows, ran as fast as they could, thrilled
to have made such an impressive kill. Caleb was left, tears
streaming down his face, kneeling and rocking back and forth on
the ground with Katarina's head in his lap, his dead father
lying beside him in the dirty, slushy snow. Caleb was trying to
hear her last words amongst her shallow, labored breathing.
"The ring, Caleb - take -Colin's ring - wear it - always!
Power- my magic is in it - use it well..." The breathing stopped,
her piercing black eyes staring straight up at him. Suddenly,
Caleb felt her young, limber body shrivel as he watched this
vivacious vampire turn into a 150+ year-old woman!
He shuddered with disbelief and let out a loud howl, as he stood
up, pulling the silver arrows out of each body and hurling them
into the air. YOU HAD NO RIGHT! DAMN YOU, KOVICHES! YOU WON'T
GET AWAY WITH THIS - NO ONE WILL EVER GET AWAY! I'LL HUNT YOU
DOWN AND KILL YOU ALL TO AVENGE THESE DEATHS!
"At least I'll have some of her things to remember her by,"
Caleb told Jeremy as they entered the foyer of the villa. "Maybe
someday I'll be able to give these diamonds and sapphires and
this dress to my own bride?someday?" Jeremy looked at Caleb, a
slight smile forming on his face. "I've no doubt, Master Caleb,
that Katarina will live forever in your heart along with your
father's memory. And someday, you, too, will come to know the
same kind of extraordinary love they shared." Caleb wrapped his
arms around Jeremy in a strong embrace. "Thank you, Jeremy, for
everything! I can't wait to plot my vengeance on the Kovich
family! They will pay for what they've done! I'll never leave
them alone - they'll have to deal with me for centuries!"
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The Transylvanian media began dealing with the tragedy of
Transylvanian Jewry as early as the fall of 1944 (see
"Vilagossag," 5, 10, and 15 November 1945). It can be seen from
these early reports that the authors were unaware that the
Jewish population was deported not to regular concentration
camps but to death camps. Nor did the leaders of the Democratic
Jewish People's Community (Demokratikus Zsido Nepkozosseg,
formed in October 1944; hereafter called the CPED) know of the
scale of the deaths. Although those who returned from the death
camps in February 1945 related the circumstances, neither the
media nor CPED leaders gave any further attention to their
accounts ("Vilagossag," 21 February 1945).
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"Since you left home," James adds, a note of nostalgia in his
voice. "Since you left your true home in Transylvania."
"James, do you know what this means?" Caleb inquires as James
tenderly wraps the cape around him.
Enfolded in the cape, Caleb, languidly basks in its revitalizing
aura as James hovers vigilantly over him. While Caleb absorbs
strength from this power-charged relic of his family's vampire
heritage, his enemies persist in their destructive patterns of
behavior. Although Caleb has initiated their doom by planting
his "seeds" of doubt, his foes have nourished the soil with
their distrust, adultery, greed, and paranoia. Despite the
intervention of the angel-overseer Ed and the infernally devoted
James, the residents of Port Charles ultimately, through the
decisions they make, are responsible for their own happiness or
misfortune.
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Disclaimer: Parts of the story are fictional
and nonfictional such as the location and
other things that has to do with Romania
and the picture of the castle above was
actually owned by Prince Vlad Tepes-Vlad
the Impaler(the original Dracula). Fictional
is that of Caleb and Olivia and that the
Bran Castle is used as the Morley Manor.
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7. The Zionist Terror Network By Caleb Amilicar Radio Islam - Slovak
cia bola - pre ... Caleb Amilicar je Senior Research Associate v
Truth Establishment Institute.
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to publik... uvedench v The Zionist Terror Network, aby t
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52. Ring of Fire Issue #15
... with some answers came even more questions. "If Caleb's
father killed Darken then why did the mistrust continue?" "More
than half of Transylvania was killed during the war, and many peo
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1. What is Judaism's view on hate?
Hate is separation, love is connection. It's just a question of
what you do with ... Caleb. One of the spies sent by Moses to do
reconnaissance on Canaan. ...
www.askmoses.com/qa_detail.html?h=249&o=332
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2. What's the best way to deal with parents who hate their Judaism?
What's the best way to deal with parents who hate their Judaism? ...
Caleb. One of the spies sent by Moses to do reconnaissance on
Canaan. ...
www.askmoses.com/qa_detail.html?h=637&o=197290
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In other words, the Jews, who for centuries had been an
unimportant Middle Eastern tribe among so many others, a tribe
quite close to others in language and religion before Abraham
and especially before the Mosaic reform, gradually became, under
the influence of Moses and his successors, Joshua and Caleb, and
then under the influence of the prophets, a people completely
filled with the self-image they had manufactured; having nothing
but contempt for men of the same race who surrounded them and,
with greater reason, for people of other races; seeing only
"abominations" in all their gods; even repudiating, as the
prophet Ezra commanded after they returned from their long
Babylonian captivity, those of their kinsmen who, having
remained in Palestine, had married Canaanite women, under the
pretext that the latter would loosen the link that bound them
and their families to Jehovah and thus weaken their
consciousness that they were a "chosen people," a people unlike
others.
A God who alone "lives," while all others are merely insensate
matter, at most inhabited by impure forces, can only be,
logically, the true God of all possible worshippers, that is, of
all men. To refuse to admit it would have required that they
ascribe life, truth and benevolence to other peoples' gods as
well, in other words, that they cease seeing them only as
"abominations." And that the Jews refused to accept, after the
sermons and threats of their prophets.
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Yes, Christianity is intolerant because its founder, Jesus, was
intolerant. Christianity is intolerant of false gods and false
gospels. Why is it so intolerant? Because it is shaped after
Jesus. It is intolerant because there is a hell and Jesus, who
is God in flesh (John 1:1,14; Col. 2:9), who died for our sins
(1 Pet. 2:24), has made the only way to forgiveness a reality:
through Him alone (John 14:6) and without Him comes damnation.
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Over the last little while I have been giving a lot more thought
to social justice, faith, and where I fit into it all. We went
to hear a mission hence returned last night speak about social
justice. Here are a couple reasons why I find this a challenge:
1. It is much easier to give money and let a "professional" or
"called to work with the poor" person do it.
2. Giving money helps me to justify my spending habits.
3. Giving money helps me to feel like I have done something with
Jesus' remarks about serving the poor.
4. Giving money allows me to avoid the messiness of the people,
cimcumstance, and mess that come with serving others.
5. As long as I can remember Christians push "evangelism" but
rarely push social justice.
6. I feel very overwhlemed when I think about it and have no
idea where to even begin.
7. This isn't an issue that I can honestly ignore and be true to
what I believe the Gospel is about.
8. It is easier not to worry about where I buy clothes, shoes,
food, etc.
9. Free trade items are inconvienient to purchase, and have
limited selection (that I am aware of anyway. Please let me know
of places you have found.)
10. It is hard to change how I live to reflect what I believe.
11. It is hard to change how I live to love people the way Jesus
loved.
I am not saying we shouldn't give to organizations like TEAR or
Compassion. I do. But it shouldn't end there. Maybe you don't
struggle with stuff like this. It is just where I am at right
now.
Halloween In Australia
8:16:00 AM Spewed forth by Caleb (1) Brilliant Idea
There isn't. They haven't experienced the pillowcases full of
candy. The sugar haul that lasts you until New Years... or
longer if you had a decent system. The fudge. Oh the Fudge! How
a can of Coke was like the best thing ever! It is a huge non-
event here.
On the other hand. I did notice that my train station was pelted
with at least a couple dozen eggs. Funny how some things are the
same.
9:05:00 AM Spewed forth by Caleb (6) Brilliant Ideas
Jeb is part of the Saskatoon crew, and a cool guy. I hung out
with him and Jordon a couple of years ago at Soularize in Boston.
There were some pigeons. Some hotdogs. Some stealth discoing.
Good times all around.
Anyways, I said all that to say that I love his header on his
blog. Love it. Done.
4:33:06 PM Spewed forth by Caleb Anything to add?
I am hoping to have the dvd ready to go in time for Christmas,
so if you want one (I know it is a long shot, but there are a
couple of people who want to see it), let me know. We are
featuring a 3 min highlight reel of the wedding, the full
ceremony with audio commentary by us and some of the wedding
party, the Bucks Night hockey highlghts, and much, much more. I
haven't got the tapes back yet, but my parents have a rough cut
(i.e. straight to dvd from the tape) if you are desperate.
Monday, September 05, 2005
At our local church that most of our friends are involved with
there has been a bit of volunteer turnover. Things were done,
and found out, that weren't above reproach, and thus the
offenders were asked to step down, or out, or take a break or
whatever.
I will confess I have always had an inner struggle with this
stuff. I think to myself that, the only reason I am asking you
to step down and not me is because people KNOW what you've done...
and my dirty little secret is just that... still secret.
I am not advocating for anarchy, or no accountability. As fun as
it may be, it wouldn't work.
Can I just air some thoughts out here without drawing a
conclusion or anything? Here it goes:
- With the current system of accountability we use (akin to the
above happenings) we rank each other's sin don't we? Does God
have a heirarchy for sin?...or does He see it all the same?
- If we had places/relationships where we could share our
failings and not be judged/condescended/stripped of
responsibility every time, would we be more likely to share our
issues before they get out of hand/serious?
- How do we overlook our own shortcomings (see plank) and find
fault with a brother's (see splinter) and call it accountability?
- Can we believe that just because we mess up that God still
loves us?
- The people we read about in our scriptures, who God uses/loves/
walks with/fights for... didn't they do some pretty nasty things
(see Moses, David=murderers)?
It's a tough issue. I think anyways. Are we looking for perfect
servants? Does that creature exist? Should we stop looking for
one?
9:53:39 PM Spewed forth by Caleb (7) Brilliant Ideas
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Our 2 precious children, Caleb and Katrina, whom we adopted from
Ukraine 3 ... Caleb and Katrina both are very comfortable
knowing they were adopted and
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19. Katrina showing baby Caleb to Demetria, save 5 wks
Katrina showing baby Caleb to Demetria (on right), save 5 wks.
Return to Street Report.
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Pray for Caleb - Know God
As Jesus, God lived a perfect life... without even one single
sin (which we could ... your sins, please say this prayer right
now; "Dear Father in Heaven,
www.prayforcaleb.com/christ.htm [Found on Google, MSN Search]
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10. 03072004_sermon
Caleb just says, -Dad, can I use your car to go to the prom? ...
But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not
forgive your sins.
www.followjesus.org/2004%20Sermons/03072004_sermon...
[Found on Google]
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For the life of him, Caleb couldn't understand Jakob's behavior.
He'd tried to explain that he wouldn't be marrying any girls,
and that he wouldn't be leaving Jakob, but his brother didn't
seem to either understand or believe him. He'd nearly given up
hope that night, outside of the church in the chilly weather.
Jakob had seemed to want nothing to do with him, and even when
Caleb had tried explaining things, it just seemed to get worse.
Finally he'd just picked Jakob up and taken him home, and things
had seemed to improve by morning.
Caleb finally closed the Bible, the events since the dance more
than his mind could work out by itself. He pulled out a few
sheets of paper, glancing around to make sure his father was
suitably occupied out in the main area of the church, and set
about writing.*
I can barely write the following events, my hand is shaking so
badly. I feel that I'll be struck down by God's wrath for even
acknowledging that it occurred, but I'm afraid I'll lose my mind
should I keep the events completely to myself. A sheet of paper
is hardly an open ear and cannot offer words of advice, but were
I to ask anyone for words of comfort, I'd surely be run out of
town... if not hung, and I wouldn't bring the sort of
repercussions on Jakob that I'm positive would be awaiting him,
even though it was not his fault.
I was afraid that Mama and Father would come home early and
catch us sitting together there on the sofa, lips entwined in
what can only be called a lover's kiss. If only they had,
perhaps my soul would not be already secured a place in hell. I
took him upstairs...and kept kissing him. He was so fragile
under me and his lips were so soft and warm and his skin so
smooth that my brain was fogged with the intoxication of him. It'
s not an excuse, but I felt like I'd drunk too much wine and
couldn't think clearly. The room was stifling, but all I could
breathe was him, and while what I was doing terrified me, it
sent me to highs I'd never been before, made me feel things I'd
never felt before, and the thrill of it only spurred me on. His
enthusiasm for it seemed to fuel my own, and... God help me, I
can barely form the words in my thoughts let alone put them down.
I...I let him touch me, and although it can be put off to
inexperience, I encouraged him to do it, and...I touched him. I
don't think anything else will ever make me feel as unclean as I
do at this moment, rethinking the events and knowing that
nothing but my own free will is to blame for it. I can only be
thankful that it didn't go as far as my lust-addled body wanted
it to, because for that I would... I don't know what I'd do. His
inexperience in things of that nature was not mine to take, and
yet I did because I'm weak. I thought I was able to meet
anything head on, to face challenges and defeat my own faults...
and now I feel as though I'll never get clean again. I feel like
the smallest challenge would overpower me now that I've shown
the darkness of my heart. I woke up this morning to his
questions, and I know that I deserve the harshest punishment
that could be served, but I bid him stay quiet about the affair.
I secured my own well-being by making him believe that there was
nothing bad to be said about it, and I fear that I've not only
reserved a spot for myself in hell, but one for him as well. I'm
to blame for his views now, and even should I be able to
restrain myself enough to keep away from him from now on, no
amount of repenting will save me. I only hope that God, in His
wise and merciful ways, will see that Jakob is not to blame.
I feel like I shouldn't even be allowed to let the name of the
Almighty slip from my lips, for as tainted as they are now. I
feel as though the very walls of the church are watching me and
see my unclean soul, and that should Father come into the room,
he'd be able to see my sin in my eyes. I can't stay here. But
there's no place else to go but home, and all my willpower
crumbles as soon as I step over that threshold.
Caleb finished writing, wiping at his eyes and trying to keep
the tears from spilling onto the fresh ink. His chest
constricted with the thought of being in such a holy place with
such unholy thoughts and actions in his past, and he was afraid,
in his future, and he quickly took his leave.
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39. Caleb Was Here et and how ... really be on. The homosexual
sins he brought i... calebcopeland.com/blog/?p=97
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5. The Witch
... To conform to a system responsible for genocide. Responsible
for genocide ... and still even in his death Jawn was causing
Caleb trouble. It was because of Jawn's cruel fate that
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MARRIAGE: "They Shall Be One Flesh"
A man could also win a particular woman as a prize. Thus Caleb
offers his daughter Achsah as a wife to whomever takes the town
of Debir during the conquest of Canaan. Achsah is won by Othniel,
Caleb's nephew (Josh. 15:15-17; Judg. 1:11-13). Saul offers his
daughter Michal to David if David can deliver one hundred
Philistine foreskins. David brings in an extra hundred (1 Sam.
18:20-27).
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