✞6 Days since my Last Confession✞
[✝]Matthew 7:7-11
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?
Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?
If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?[✝]
Anderson I need an opinion on next week's sermon I've written here, I thi--
[☨]The stack of yellowed parchment papers tumble out of his hand as he opens the door to where his commlink captures him while sat upon a nightstand next to what was clearly... a four-post bed that replaced the cot he had been sleeping on for the past few weeks.[☨]
Anderson! Did you bring this bed here? Not just.. any bed. This is my bed!
[☨]He had just been mewling about this the night before, even whilst still in his euphoric state induced in him by his doctor unbeknownst. The man looks about rather in a panic, brows knitting as he slowly shuts the door behind him and approachs the bed with caution as if it would burst into Hellfire if he got too close.[☨]
How did he even get it through that door?
ANDERSON? Will you explain this, please?
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.
Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?
Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?
If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?[✝]
Anderson I need an opinion on next week's sermon I've written here, I thi--
[☨]The stack of yellowed parchment papers tumble out of his hand as he opens the door to where his commlink captures him while sat upon a nightstand next to what was clearly... a four-post bed that replaced the cot he had been sleeping on for the past few weeks.[☨]
Anderson! Did you bring this bed here? Not just.. any bed. This is my bed!
[☨]He had just been mewling about this the night before, even whilst still in his euphoric state induced in him by his doctor unbeknownst. The man looks about rather in a panic, brows knitting as he slowly shuts the door behind him and approachs the bed with caution as if it would burst into Hellfire if he got too close.[☨]
How did he even get it through that door?
ANDERSON? Will you explain this, please?