readx;? James asked him to continue preaching, which was the most important purpose of his visit. A monk who serves God wholeheartedly www.biquge.info can more or less give James some comfort. Speaking of God, James, like most people, knows nothing but questions, and the dusty words of the canon now evoke no feelings, as if time is truly an invincible sword, cutting away all the glorious deeds that were once glorious. Now it seems to be nothing more than a prosaic and ridiculous story, and the talker continues to do something more prosaic.

What is God?, Brother Harris sermoned. God is righteous and merciful. Neither for sinners nor for the righteous, God has never destroyed their souls. When we rebel against God's grace, He does not punish us, but does his best to direct us in the direction. The prophet Idriel is a beacon sent by God to show us the way, and he shows us how to ascend to heaven and how to escape from hell.

But these have long been forgotten and mocked, and the whole empire has been stained. Know this, ye hearkeners of my sermons, that retribution will come, and calamity will come. It was the bad luck that had been inflicted on the head of Midan Mogul, and the poisonous insects that flew out of the foot of Mount Sagmulis.

The officials who have been guilty of a hundred crimes must listen, and the sinners who are lucky must be careful, and the trial will not be absent!

God will lament against them, "I have given you three meals a day, and I have given you a night to sleep, and you dare to rebel against me." The Lord of all things, in the Father of heaven, wrath and says, "Horses know the way home, and oxen know their troughs." But my creatures have ignored me, and my children have despised me. Why do you not listen to counsel, but my rebuke is not enough?

The people were devastated, and the empire was torn apart. The flames of war burned all over the north of Isiltin, placing human civilization above the blazing fire. This is a warning, this is a punishment, and how many souls will continue to wail before you will realize, and how many cities will be burned down before you will reflect. O chief of Midan Morgul, O fool of the mountain of sin.

How ridiculous, what a pity. It is you who burn your cities, and you who have taken up your fields.

What's the use of you coming to church every week, and what's the benefit of your squinting and praying?

You have prayed to me for your ambition, but I will rebuke you: Who has allowed you to set foot in my courtyard, and who has made my mansion stained with filth? Because none of the incense and candles, the dresses or the prayers were to my liking. Therefore I close my eyes to your prayers, and I turn a deaf ear to your prayers, because your hands are covered with blood.

Once upon a time the city was inhabited by the righteous, but now it is filled with scoundrels. The wise men who used to be judged in court are now murderers.

Speaking of which, there are already people who can't help but applaud. The cheers slowly began to increase, and it was hard to imagine that the cries of twenty people could shake an entire street. The people in the house looked out of the small cracks in the windows, afraid that something was wrong.

Be careful, you who cheer. Harris continued, "You complain about your brother's wrongdoing, and hate the injustice of the Inquisitor. You can pick out the bones from the eggs, and the utensils taste weird. But why can't you see the logs in your own eyes? Look down on other people's houses that are leaking rain, but why don't you repair the cracked walls of your own house?

He bargained with the hawker and paid the bad dealers who sold alcohol from the gold coins in the dilapidated money bags. In front of the beggars, they loudly flaunted their meager wealth. You do not love the weak, you do not love the poor, you do not even love yourselves. Why do I give you my love? You sow much and reap little, you labor much and give little. You eat, but you don't have enough, and you drink, but you don't have enough. These are righteous judgments, all according to the gift of mercy.

With that, three people left angrily. Looking at their expressions, they wanted to scold something, but they couldn't hold back their words and could only walk away angrily.

Harris had never heard such a sermon, and the sermons of ordinary priests and missionaries were all about how merciful and tolerant God was, and inspired believers with the words of the prophet Idriel. But Harris's sermon was not only a caustic critique, but also a theatrical way to tell the story of himself as a god. Compared to God's tolerance, Harris's righteousness of God is a superior representation. But it has to be said that this is a dangerous way for anyone who wants to go against him to take him out of context and bring him down.

"Monk. James shouted to Harris, "Is there any way we can get out of this predicament?"

"As long as everyone acts according to the Code of Etalon, there will be nothing in the world that can be called a problem. Harris said.

"You're right, Brother Harris. James said, "Do you come to preach every day?"

"Not often, sir. I help with chores at the church of Saint-Rémy, in the Western Capital district. Only when I had a break, I came back to preach. Harris said.

"From today onwards, you don't have to go to church, I'll pay you and I'll send someone to protect you. James said, "Yes, I'll have to find you a spacious place." ”

Harris was flattered, "Lord James, why would you do this?"

"In the days to come, you may need a voice like this. James said, "I'm not going to put any restrictions on you, just say what you want." Is it a deal?"

"Your Excellen......cy," Harris said, "as long as I can continue to serve God, I am willing to accept it." ”

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