Secular Daily Readings Novels & Stories

, the congregation replied and my mouth was benevolent enough to also speak along with the congregation. “ Your days shall be filled with gladness, all you who trusts in the Lord”, the lector started the responsorial psalm, maintaining his reading fluency and eye communication, just like that of a news anchor. “ Your days shall be filled with gladness, all you who trusts in the Lord”, the congregation replied. “ He who walks in the path of righteousness, who detests the ways of the wicked, who closes his eyes lest they see evil, who shuts his eyes lest they hear of bloodshed”, the lector continued.

From my left hand side, Max wants to punch Evans who'd pinched the hair on his arms to keep him from sleeping, but Evans dodges and the punch jabs my shoulder. The bastard just smirks at me and glares hard at Evans. My nostrils flare in anger and I bite back a retort as I rub gently on my shoulder, which fucking hurts like hell. "Behave." Nana Jones warns, glaring at us through her glasses that are hanging loosely on the rim of her nose. The priest reads few scriptures from the Holy Missal and says Jesus is in the consecrated wafer and wine. It was time for communion. People at the front pew are already forming a line at the middle to receive the wafer and wine, the supposed flesh and blood

His feelings of love for God and his brotherly bond with the members of his community his famulus Christi-were so strong he often wept with joy, tempered only by the guilt ot knowing how fortunate he was compared to the many wretched souls on the isle. He knelt by his bed and, following the tradition that St. Benedict himself had begun, began his spiritual day with the Lord's Prayer in order that, as Benedict had written, "the thorns of scandal that are wont to arise would be cleansed from the community. Pater noster, qui es in caelis: sanctificetur Nomen Tiuum; adveniat Regnum Tuum;

“I’ll help ya to your room.” Roslyn went to her room after helping David settled in his room; they skipped their usual night devotion because neither of them is in the right state of mind. David sat on the edge of his bed with the holy bible lying next to him; he wanted to read the scripture so badly, but he worried he wouldn’t know what exactly to read. The last time he’d read the scripture was fourteen years ago, when he was still a young teenager. David meticulously picked the bible and opened it page by page until he got to the book of Nahum 3:19. The scripture that has to do with healing, not just healing of the physical body but of the mind and heart. He read diligently so as not to mi

I took a breath, trying to calm the tremor in my hands. The choir finished their hymn, the congregation waited and then the pulpit light came on. It was time. I stepped forward, opened my Bible, and began. “Good morning, brothers and sisters.” My voice echoed softly. “Today’s teaching is from the book of First Corinthians, chapter six, verses eighteen to twenty.” I paused, letting the familiar sound of the pages turning settle the air. “‘Flee from sexual immorality. All other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually sins against their own body. Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you… You are not your own.’”

Fade away Each new day For sun is on its way For tomorrow again For next day will be better again I will fight every disease The same way Life is easy If it's at risk If it pulls you within It's not a surprise It is for you because To drive life up again High gain High gain In dawn or dusk In heat or cold Life must exist This I was taught This, I am told Fight the storms in life Draw them away Draw them away From your peaceful day From your common place Is this day Is this day again I know the nurture I realise the day Let's celebrate Let's celebrate This morning This day It's rich in every way It's polite in its stay Let's make helpful use Of this day To knock out pain To knock out past sta

“What the hell am I meant to do with this?” The monk’s eyes burned with irritation at his swear word and Eli gulped, whispering an apology. Turning away from him for a moment, he returned with a large bible and plopped it on the desk. “Open the book of proverbs chapter 30, verse 8. And read it aloud.” It took a moment for Eli to find it, but when he did, he cleared his throat and croaked. “‘Keep falsehood and lies far from me; give me neither povery nor riches, but give me only my daily bread.”

He had opened the parchment now, and the frown on his face made Jide wonder if he was disgusted by the useless symbols or by the smell of dirty parchment. “There is a message here. Do you consent I read it for you?” A message? That part stuck Jide like lightning. How on earth can the disarray on the parchment be a message? “I consent sir.” The man nodded and returned to the lectern. “Praise the name of the lord.” “Amen!!” the people chorused in unison. “Today, light has shone in the dark, and the long-awaited day is here.”

A walk outside smelling the morning fresh air would do, “l thought to myself then walked outside. Picked up a newspaper on the floor which the post man delivers every morning at six, l figured out that Jayden reads it every morning. I was about to put it on the table when something caught my eyes. As I unfolded the crumpled newspaper, the headlines pierced my soul like a dagger. The words danced on the page, fueling my deepest fears. {Front Page} THE CHRONICLE VOL. 12,ISSUE 34 { Image : A dramatic photo of Jordan and Amahle, with a bold red “ X “ marked through it } “ SHADOWS IN THE PULPIT : Priest’s Secret Relationship with 14 year old EXPOSED “ SUBHEADLINE

The "Daily Donation" was a ritual of clinical desecration that turned Silas and Lyra’s existence into a biological ledger. Every morning, as the chemical-blue sun of Sector 0 rose over the steel towers, the mechanical arms would descend. The marrow-pumps would sink into Silas’s gold-and-sapphire scars, and the shadow-filters would latch onto the pulse points in Lyra’s neck. For three hours, they were "Drained"—their Sovereignty and their Heresy converted into "Liquid Divinity" for the dying elite of the human world.