Post by adrien on Sept 3, 2006 3:08:09 GMT -5
Adrien came back downstairs, realizing the house had virtually emptied. She carried her bible in one hand and sat at the kitchen table with another glass of sweet tea. She was extremely fortunate to have another Georgia girl at the house, and the thought made her smile as she opened the book and looked for a particular passage.
Galatians, 3... 28.
"There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus," she murmured to herself, and crossed that scripture off the top of her list.
But mutation is not an affectation of God, it is a curse from Satan brought upon us to test or punish. It was what the pastor had taught, and the advent of the Cure had only convinced them moreso. Adrien wasn't sure what to believe. She knew her powers had only ever brought her joy and had never hurt a soul. But then she'd never had the chance to determine either way of being a mutant was good or bad. She didn't have to steal to know it was bad, either...
Adrien toyed with a long strand of dark hair, sighing. It was all a lot to figure out.
Exodus, 15:26.
"He said, 'If you listen carefully to the voice of the LORD your God and do what is right in his eyes, if you pay attention to his commands and keep all his decrees, I will not bring on you any of the diseases I brought on the Egyptians, for I am the LORD, who heals you.'"
She knew the plagues of Egypt and none of them were anything close to mutation. She crossed that passage off the list as well.
1 Peter 1:6. Her mother's favourite passage when it came to Adrien's 'sickness'.
"In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials," she read quietly to herself. "These have come so that your faith- of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire- may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed."
Adrien sighed yet again. "Oh mama."
Closing her bible, she took a long drink of cool tea and looked out the window. There were no answers in the ancient book to apply to her situation now. None that would clearly point the way, in any case. She wasn't sure what she'd once been... a sinner, cursed, damned, or simply persecuted. Was she a different race or a disease? And what did it all matter now that she'd been "cured"? She hadn't had time to clearly think on it. Hopefully being here would change that.
Galatians, 3... 28.
"There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus," she murmured to herself, and crossed that scripture off the top of her list.
But mutation is not an affectation of God, it is a curse from Satan brought upon us to test or punish. It was what the pastor had taught, and the advent of the Cure had only convinced them moreso. Adrien wasn't sure what to believe. She knew her powers had only ever brought her joy and had never hurt a soul. But then she'd never had the chance to determine either way of being a mutant was good or bad. She didn't have to steal to know it was bad, either...
Adrien toyed with a long strand of dark hair, sighing. It was all a lot to figure out.
Exodus, 15:26.
"He said, 'If you listen carefully to the voice of the LORD your God and do what is right in his eyes, if you pay attention to his commands and keep all his decrees, I will not bring on you any of the diseases I brought on the Egyptians, for I am the LORD, who heals you.'"
She knew the plagues of Egypt and none of them were anything close to mutation. She crossed that passage off the list as well.
1 Peter 1:6. Her mother's favourite passage when it came to Adrien's 'sickness'.
"In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials," she read quietly to herself. "These have come so that your faith- of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire- may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed."
Adrien sighed yet again. "Oh mama."
Closing her bible, she took a long drink of cool tea and looked out the window. There were no answers in the ancient book to apply to her situation now. None that would clearly point the way, in any case. She wasn't sure what she'd once been... a sinner, cursed, damned, or simply persecuted. Was she a different race or a disease? And what did it all matter now that she'd been "cured"? She hadn't had time to clearly think on it. Hopefully being here would change that.