Novel & Cerita Secular Daily Readings

For this is the day that our Lord has made, Let us rejoice and be glad in it, This is the day; this is the day that our Lord has made. Amen”

* * * I wake up the next day feeling body pain all over, I check my golden wristwatch for time and discover it was already past 9am, through the window i could see sun dazzling into the living room. I stood up quickly and perform ablution and said my missing prayer subh and open the holy book that was beside me and recited Suratul Yusuf, my favorite. Immediately I was done reciting I fold the praying mat and lay the holy book. That was when it dawned on me that I haven't seen Reedah since I came back yesterday.

Fuck New York City Let’s get today’s confession started. NEVER BE IN A HURRY; DO EVERYTHING QUIETLY AND IN A CALM SPIRIT. DO NOT LOSE YOUR INNER PEACE FOR ANYTHING WHATSOEVER, EVEN IF YOUR WHOLE WORLD SEEMS UPSET SAINT FRANCIS DE SALES

His eyes looked hungry when he saw me. "Come here Michael," he said quietly. "Tonight we finish your penance properly." I walked up the steps until I stood right in front of him. The altar felt cold under my hands when I touched it. Father Elias opened the Bible and turned to a page he had marked. He read the verse in his deep calm voice. "Romans 6 verse 13. Do not offer any part of yourself to sin as an instrument of wickedness but rather offer yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life and offer every part of yourself to him as an instrument of righteousness."

"Psalm 82:1-5: 1 God has taken his place in the divine council; in the midst of the gods he holds judgment: 2 'How long will you judge unjustly and show partiality to the wicked? 3 Give justice to the weak and the fatherless; maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute. 4 Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked.' 5 They have neither knowledge nor understanding, they walk about in darkness; all the foundations of the earth are shaken." The priest's voice took on a stronger tone as he read the passage. A few moments of silence reigned as the creatures kneeled down with bowed heads. Even Orlando and the others kneeled down to receive the blessings of th

Oh shoot. It didn't matter how stoned I was, there was one thing I had to do before I met up with sleep. Reaching over to the nightstand, I retrieved my old, tattered bible and opened to where it was bookmarked. With the weight of sleep anchoring down my lids, the words on the page blurred, but I strained nonetheless and repeated the highlighted words of Proverbs; words I'd been reading every night for the past six years: Oh God, I beg two favors from you; let me have them before I die.

Chapter Fourteen[ The dancing Armymen] It's a bright Sunday morning and the thick dark clouds that appear in the atmosphere seemed quickly rushing towards the ocean.”Now, God has given us the favor to go out and worship Him in the community of believers,” Rhoda state slowly while Rudolf’s read the Bible and Robert enjoys his toys. "Let's all get ready!" Rhoda exclaims as she rises and Rudolf makes his way to the bathroom for a hot shower. "Take your food honey baby," she says as Robert walks over to her and takes his proper seat.

Opening the sacred book, we turned to Psalm 22:3-15, a passage that spoke of trust in God's providence and deliverance in times of trouble. Together, we read the verses aloud, our voices blending harmoniously. The words resonated deep within us, drawing us closer to the divine presence. As we immersed ourselves in the sacred text, we exchanged insights, pondering the deeper meanings hidden within the verses. Our discussion was filled with moments of introspection, as we contemplated the relevance of the passage in our own lives. Xavier's perspective brought a fresh perspective to the table, enriching my understanding and deepening our connection as a couple. His faith and wisdom complemented

Day 49. 16 days. No ritual. No “just us. Still.” Just countdown. Just truth.

But before attending to the matters awaiting on the table, he went once more to his knees — this time upon the rug before the carved wooden stand that bore the sacred scrolls of the Scriptures. He opened them gently, reverently, and his hand lingered on the page before he began to read. And then he prayed — not briefly, not hastily, but deeply and wholly, as a man unburdening the weight of not just a kingdom, but his own bleeding heart. “Your Word is light to my path, O Lord, and a balm to my thoughts. Speak, and I shall listen. I am nothing but clay molded by Your hand—without Your Spirit, I am undone.”