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During a torrential downpour, a faithful churchgoer hears a knock on his door. He opens it to find a policeman. “The river is flooding and we’re evacuating the area,” the policeman tells him. “Come with me.” The man replies, “Thank you, Officer, but I have faith that God will take care of me.” And he shuts the door. A few hours later, with water lapping at his front steps, he hears another knock. This time it’s a rescue worker in a large truck, who tells him, “The water is rising, but I can get you out of here.” The man again politely declines. “I’m a true believer and I trust that God will take care of me.” A few hours later, with water up to the gutters, the man is crouched on his roof. A fellow in a boat pulls up. “Come on! I’ll help you to higher ground,” the boater calls out. Once more, the man refuses, declaring that his faith in God is all of the help he needs. The next morning, the water has risen so that the man has only the top of his chimney on which to stand. A helicopter pilot spots him. Hovering above, he lowers a rope ladder and calls out, “Grab on! I’ll save you!” The man waves the helicopter on. Shivering and alone, the man says loudly, “My faith in God will keep me safe.” Not surprisingly, the man drowns, and he finds himself at the gates of heaven. He’s ushered into God’s presence, but his faith is shaken and he doesn’t speak. Finally, God addresses him: “What troubles you, my son?” The man replies, “Well, I lived a life of true faith. I attended church regularly. I volunteered at the soup kitchen. I contributed to charities. When faced with troubles, I proclaimed that faith rather than complain. I believed that You would take care of Your faithful. So why did you let me drown?” God is silent for a moment. Finally, He grabs the man by the shoulders and shakes him, yelling, “I sent you a policeman, a truck, a boat and a helicopter! What were you waiting for?! ↗
Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, different somehow, royalty mistakenly born into a family of peasants. The difference in your case is that it's true. ↗
#magnus-bane #ya #family
Within a system which denies the existence of basic human rights, fear tends to be the order of the day. Fear of imprisonment, fear of torture, fear of death, fear of losing friends, family, property or means of livelihood, fear of poverty, fear of isolation, fear of failure. A most insidious form of fear is that which masquerades as common sense or even wisdom, condemning as foolish, reckless, insignificant or futile the small, daily acts of courage which help to preserve man's self-respect and inherent human dignity. It is not easy for a people conditioned by fear under the iron rule of the principle that might is right to free themselves from the enervating miasma of fear. Yet even under the most crushing state machinery courage rises up again and again, for fear is not the natural state of civilized man. ↗
You’re my sister,” he said finally. “My sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you”—he laughed soundlessly and without any humor—“to protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do. ↗
#clary-fray #jace #family
Hey, look — Harry’s got a Weasley sweater, too!” Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a G. “Harry’s is better than ours, though,” said Fred, holding up Harry’s sweater. “She obviously makes more of an effort if you’re not family.” “Why aren’t you wearing yours, Ron?” George demanded. “Come on, get it on, they’re lovely and warm.” “I hate maroon,” Ron moaned halfheartedly as he pulled it over his head. “You haven’t got a letter on yours,” George observed. “I suppose she thinks you don’t forget your name. But we’re not stupid — we know we’re called Gred and Forge. ↗
What do you think it would have been like if Valentine had brought you up along with me? Would you have loved me?" Clary was very glad she had put her cup down, because if she hadn't, she would have dropped it. Sebastian was looking at her not with any shyness or the sort of natural awkwardness that might be attendant on such a bizarre question, but as if she were a curious, foreign life-form. "Well," she said. "You're my brother. I would have loved you. I would have...had to. ↗
He made it very clear that he didn’t want me here,” she said at last. “That my remaining at the Institute is not the happy chance I thought it was. Not in his view.” “And after I just finished telling you why you should consider him family,” Jem said, a bit ruefully. “No wonder you looked as if I’d just told you something awful just happened.” “I’m sorry,” Tessa whispered. “Don’t be. It’s Will who ought to be sorry.” Jem’s eyes darkened. “We shall throw him out onto the streets,” he proclaimed. “I promise you he’ll be gone by morning.” Tessa started and sat upright. “Oh – no, you can’t mean that─” He grinned. “Of course I don’t. But you did feel better for a moment there, didn’t you? ↗
