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Chapter 179 The Time of Salvation

[In the Lord's Calendar 1965, July 7, Wednesday, rain.

I can't accept it, but I have to admit that the Holy City is walking into destruction step by step, just as the leader of the heathen -- Harun said.

Today it rained pale again, almost half of the city was submerged in the rain, and the plague came along with the deadly soul disease, this damn typhoid. When it happens to one person, it is nothing at all , but when it happens to thousands of people...even the king is not far from infection.

Healing people's dead soul diseases has made us extremely tired, and a large number of people have fled, so that we can't even gather five teams of experienced monks.

I don't understand, I don't understand, Lord, merciful Lord, we live a life of doing good and believing, why the gospel has not come, but the bad luck has come to us first.

We believe, we do good, but we cannot be saved. Doesn’t the Lord love us? 】

[The Lord's Calendar 1965, July 7, Monday, overcast.

The king held the imperial meeting again. I can’t remember how many times it was. King Wilfred was preparing to organize people to escort the residents out of the holy capital. It is already the only pure land in the entire northern land.

Communication has also been cut off long ago, except that the king's griffin and high eagle can barely fly through the clouds to send messages, we can no longer receive information from the outside world.

It is worth mentioning that I also met Grand Duke Selina, the eldest daughter of the former Pagan King, at the meeting. She is a true believer at this moment. of.

Many people gathered in the church today. They are all devout and true believers. I took them to pray together with them to receive the Holy Communion and holy water. Just right through the clouds, through the glass, and down on the icon.

Unfortunately, today is cloudy day.The fire burned for a long time. 】

[The Lord's Calendar 1965, August 8st, Wednesday, Yin.

I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I had betrayed my Lord. Like a mortal who could not resist the temptation of the devil, he converted to a pagan god. Why, why did I have this kind of dream? Did the devil enter my heart?
Harun, the pagan leader who was put under house arrest, debated with St. Venacana.I don't know why, but I actually went to him. To have a peaceful chat with him about my Lord and His God.Damn, his eyes are full of wisdom, and his voice is so calm I have to admit, he looks like a wise man.

Talking with him reminded me of a group of pagan spirits who tried to escape the judgment. Their attitudes towards the so-called judgment were simply very different.

Some dialogues are so crucial that I had to jot them down:
"The trial is here," he said, "and no one can avoid this outcome."

"If it is really your God's judgment, why does that God test us so much? Can't He see the righteous people in this world?"

"It's not a trial, it's not a test," he said. "What the King of Kings does is make people do what He wants them to do."

I can't understand.

He put it another way: "This is to say that the mission sent by the king of my king cannot be shirked by the world."

"What is this for?" I asked.

"For more people." His answer was very short.

Is he saying that because that pagan god sent judgment to warn the rest of the world?Be alert to the dull ones of his mouth?
"For this reason, even the righteous and the believers will be punished together to show God's justice." He also said, "Because God's justice is the justice of the whole world. And those of us who have already understood His will, It’s even more of a burden for other people.”

Forgive me, I couldn't argue with him at that time, I was too powerless.What is happening in the holy capital right now makes me speechless.

I didn't talk to him very long, it was time for me to save someone.

Many people died tonight. 】

Cenduil turned another page. There are not many pages left in this thousand-year-old diary, and Bishop Benedict's account is coming to an end.

In the diary, Bishop Benedict's faith, with the passage of time and the coming of the end, keeps shaking and trembling, seems to be disintegrating, seems to be broken.

[In the Lord's Calendar 1965, August 8rd, Friday, rain.

In the afternoon, there was a pale shower. We were almost unable to survive, the monks who rescued people were also infected, and there was not much blood left in St. Vinacana. I don't know how long we can last.

At night, the rain luckily stopped, Lord, is this your shelter?Are you really protecting us?
It was curfew time, and the king sent someone to call me to the palace.I went to see King Waverly, and in just ten years he had aged so badly that he hardly looked like a man in his thirties.

To my surprise, King Waverly didn't talk about the tragic situation in the holy capital, but poured me a glass of wine and chatted about home affairs.There was a mention of our Lord and Saint Vinacana, whose blue eyes were shining, which shamed me because I seemed to be wavering.

King Wilfried, his name is the first time among the kings of the Holy Capital, so it is Wilfried I. I often think that maybe in the future history, after Wilfried, there will be no more Holy Capital The king, one life is the last, he is the last king, the last one.

I know that everything we have experienced in the future will become history.

And I don't know how future generations will evaluate Wilfred.

I hope my comments can be used as a basis for future generations to evaluate.If future generations can walk into the holy capital and come to this circular cathedral.

Wilfred I was restrained, quiet, ascetic, and all his wisdom was hidden under the crown, above life.

He seems to have known about the destruction of the holy capital and waited calmly. Perhaps he is closer to a pagan in nature, but his wisdom and piety are unquestionable.

Even after this history, no one will remember him.

After the pagan prince usurped power in the past, it was St. Venacana who supported him, and this nobleman from the offshoot of the royal family ascended to the throne.I have only met and chatted with St. Vinacana a few times, and he knows far more about St. Vinacana than I do.

I asked the king, "Did St. Venacana really stop a hurricane for him?"

King Waverly looked straight at me and said, "Not for me."

"For whom?" I couldn't help wondering.

"For the sake of the Lord."

I couldn't understand his answer, so I kept asking.

The king replied again: "Saint Vina Cana, she has a pair of pure gold eyes that can see through fate. 'Fate' is her old saying, and she has witnessed things that will happen a thousand years later."

"What did she witness? She has already witnessed our end? The Lord turned a blind eye to our misery?" I continued to ask.

I was very excited, even irritable, and I almost shouted. I didn't respect him at all and even blasphemed the Lord.

The king was not angry, he simply paraphrased what St. Vinacana had told him: "She told me, 'The time is not yet, the days are not yet fulfilled. Only when the time of salvation comes, He will come into the land of His love. Among men, save and recast what is about to perish.'”

The king's words rekindled my hope, and I couldn't help thinking back to the prophets and saints who had made a covenant with the Lord in that book.

"Is this the covenant she made with the Lord?" I hurriedly asked.

"No, it's not," he said softly, "this is the truth from heaven."

I do not know what to say
At this moment, no one can understand how excited and trembling I am.

It's like a man who is dying of thirst meets an oasis, and a lost lamb sees a flock of sheep from afar.

I know, and always will know, that truth is above all things.

if so if so if so
Then nothing, whether in heaven or on earth, can surpass the Lord who loved us. 】

(End of this chapter)