Thursday, November 28, 2013



Burdep Feliwafdir sat staring out the window of his room in the great fortress of Osgedrom. It was a Sunday and many people were dressed in their finest and making their way to the temple. Amongst the crowd he spotted a man who stood with his arms folded laughing at the people going in. Every now and then he would shout that they were wasting their time and that no God existed. He called them children who refuse to give up on their childish fantasies.

Burdep shook his head in disgust when he heard the sound of his door swing open. His intruder had not even done him the courtesy of knocking. But Burdep did not bother looking back to see who it was, for he knew that such an entrance meant that his visitor had to be none other than Gallar the guardian.

“Good morning Burdep!” Gallar sounded

“I suppose you could call it that.” Burdep answered.

“Why are not in the temple worshiping?”

“I don’t think the people would take too kindly to a Mirus joining their services.”

“Unfortunately you are correct. For safety purposes I am glad to find you here. Though I would much rather have had to hold you back as your love of Vashaar draws you to the temple.”

“I would have a hard time going with that idiot out there mocking!”

“What do you mean?”

Burdep pointed out the window at the mocker and Gallar took a glance at him. He shook his head and sighed. “Poor fool.” He said, “Honestly I don’t know how to take him.”

“Have you seen him before?”

“I have, every Sunday in fact, though he usually brings his friends.”

“If what he says about there being no God is true then there would be no point in objecting to people worshiping.”

“Unless of course he’s just mean spirited.”

“Even amongst my foolish kinsman I only found but a few who would dare to say something as nonsensical as that.”

“I take pity on such people. A strange sort of pity with a mixture of a desire to chastise as a parent would. He and others remind me of a fool who once lived in one of Cansillia’s southern kingdoms.”

“I know that sound. I am guessing you want me to listen to one of your stories.”

“I am.”

“And I am a little past the age of hearing stories. You will lull me to sleep.”

Not when I am the one telling the story. And besides I have lived over six thousand years and still feel the need for a good story from time to time so listen closely.”

Sunday, November 24, 2013

I am vlogging today to remind everyone that I am not dead! I thought this was important as I have not posted in forever. But I’ve been moving, schooling, working, and teaching so things have been somewhat hectic.

So I am posting this short and sweet thing to remind people that there is this little holiday that has been devoured by Halloween and Christmas that is very important. We call it Thanksgiving and we should remember that we are to ever be thankful to God for all that he has done for us!

Ps 95:2

 Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms.