savior epic

Chapter 61 Where is the Lord?

The hazy drizzle fell on the cemetery in the backyard of the church.

Christopher dragged his body and tried his best to hold up the stele, on which the owner's name was engraved: Raymond Pune.

Father "Raymond" murmured in the drizzle, picked up the wet soil, and tamped it under the stele.

On the third day after the fall of the Holy Land, Raymond's body was found. The soldiers who surrendered sent the knight of Resurrection Town to the cathedral. His blood was dry.Christopher remembers smoothing his eyelids himself.

Raymond was buried next to his daughter, as he had previously requested.

Christopher opened his dry lips. He should be chanting scriptures at this moment, but he couldn't speak.

The Lord bless you, the priest meant to say, and he has said so many times before.

However, Raymond died in battle and rested in peace under the stele.

"Raymond," Christopher said slowly after a long time, "You are the best among us."

The priest slapped the dirt off the friar's robe, got up and went back into the church hall.

In the dark sky, dark clouds are low, as if they are about to overthrow the Holy Land.

This is a holy place, supposedly a heaven on earth.

"Old friend, you buried Raymond." Christopher heard the dying voice of his best friend Kaloyan behind him, "It's time to bury me, too."

Christopher stared at him, not knowing how to reply.

"This is the Holy Land, the closest place to the Lord. Don't worry, I will go to the Kingdom of Heaven. When I get there, whether true believers or pagans, they will lay down their swords and set up plowshares for each other." Time is running out, Ka Luo Yang looked up at the ceiling. On the translucent colored windows, the broken glass was painted with the goodness of faith.

Kaloyan closed his eyes, he didn't hold his breath, his head was too dizzy, so he just closed his eyes and rested for a while.

The priest stood up and looked around the church which had lost its former glory.

Familiar or unfamiliar refugees leaned together, trembling, miserable and frightened, crowded under the saint statue, they kissed the saint statue, clasped their hands together, and recited scriptures in low voices with their own voices, tears dried up on their faces .

The Holy Land has fallen.

Each of them knew, so they prayed that the Lord would know.

Christopher sees Anne.

The girl nestled in her mother's arms, and under her mother's sleeping breath, she stared anxiously and curiously at the wounded soldiers with severed limbs.

Stepping over the refugees lying on the ground, the priest went up to the wounded soldiers and inspected the wounds.

The wounded burned for two days.

"Father, I'm going to die, I'm going to die. Where is the Lord?" The wounded soldier cried, his consciousness was fuzzy, and the pupils in his eyes gradually lost focus.

He stretched out his hand unconsciously, his nails were broken, and the base of his fingers twitched and trembled.

Christopher could only try his best to appease him, recite scriptures for him, the scriptures of Mass, and tell him that this is a holy place, the closest place to the Lord, and any repentance here can be passed on to the kingdom of heaven.

The wounded soldier did not repent to the Lord.

He slapped his head in pain, and stretched out one hand, shouting, "Mom, mom. Where is the Lord?. Mom, go home, Mom."

The wounded soldier called for his mother.

Christopher's face was frozen, the priest couldn't read the scriptures, every syllable was stuck in his throat.There were tears in his eyes.

A pair of small hands held the outstretched hand of the wounded soldier.

Annie, she stepped out of her sleeping mother's arms carefully.

She holds the wounded soldier's hand.

The refugees were startled by the shouts of the wounded soldiers. They listened to the wounded soldiers thinking about their mother and their hometown. When they turned their heads, they saw the dry tears on each other's faces.

"Go home, mother, hurry home. Mom." The wounded soldier didn't chant the Lord, he called his mother.

Where is the Lord?

In the church, they looked at each other in bewilderment, rubbed the icon, they stared at each other's expressions, on the numb faces, the same confusion, the same panic, the same suffering could not find the answer.

Countless eyes eager for answers, they looked at the priest and at Christopher.

Clutching the icon, the priest wanted to find the answer from the scriptures, but he didn't know where to start.

Where is the Lord?

our Lord,

Why do people in the world suffer?

Christopher was silent.

There was a long silence.

Listening over and over again, the unconscious yells of wounded soldiers.

"Lord, are You with us?"

Holding the wounded soldier's hand, Annie lowered her body and sang in a low voice.

"Can you hear the singing?

That is the world,
All suffering people rise up and sing. "

"Where is the Lord" is a song that every child has learned.

"Lord, why is the night so long?

far and hard,
Where is our angel's hometown?
There are rolling green hills.

There are beautiful girls there.

When will I return home victorious?

Go back to your mother. "

At first it was the girl who sang softly, shyly and softly. Her mother woke up faintly, hugged the girl dimly, and echoed softly.

The refugees leaning on the statues of the saints trembled violently.

After days of suffering and numbness, the girl's singing awakened something.

They pouted, and the string called hope trembled.

"Lord, are You with us?"

I don't know who took the lead, and the singing was picked up.

One, two. Thousands of singing voices gathered together, sounded in an instant, and sang loudly.

"Can you hear the singing?

That is the world,
All suffering people rise up and sing. "

In the church, there were an unknown number of people. The believers supported each other's shoulders, stood up, and sang loudly, involuntarily and uncontrollably.

"Lord, why is the night so long?

far and hard,
Where is our angel's hometown?
There are rolling green hills.

There are beautiful girls there.

When will I return home victorious?

Go back to your mother. "

Annie, who was singing in a low voice, her cheeks flushed shyly, her voice was free from scruples, and she let go completely. She seemed to be a conductor, leading everyone to sing along.

"Lord, you hear everybody singing,

suffering blood,

the goodness of the world,
all faiths,

Until every inch of hot land is sprinkled with dawn.

Even though the smoke is filled and the haze is above,
Our voices are still high,

All injustices in the world will be judged.

Because all the suffering in the world will eventually be measured. "

People helped each other up, stood up before the icon, shouted, sang in chorus.

The singing is united and endlessly loud.

Forget the pain for a while, forget the poverty.

Cling to hope with singing.

In front of the statues of the saints, among the chorus of people, Christopher looked around the church where the candles were no longer lit, the church that had been lit with countless candles.

However, all the past has never been so brilliant at this moment.

Even the wounded soldier in front of him was singing softly in a daze.

During the singing, Christopher stood up slowly.

The priest walked slowly out of the hall.

"What are you going to do?" Kaloyan stopped him as he passed the corner.

Kaloyan saw something on his best friend's face.

"Nora Rich." Christopher said slowly.

save.

"Stop, Christopher, stop, you are only moved by a momentary emotion." Kaloyan pressed his painful forehead and yelled.

However, the priest did not stop walking. In the hall, he was facing the darkroom where the holy relics were stored.

The priest's hand, holding down the door that only he can push open.

"Why did you betray our Lord! You betrayed our faith!" Kaloyan roared in a low voice, "You will be cursed, you will not go to heaven, you will fall into hell, and the pain will be cruel and long! Inside, you will die again and again !"

"You're wrong. Faith is never about seeking something." Christopher didn't look sideways. "Death is never difficult, but life is always like this, and faith must always be like this."

A string of singing voices rang in his ears.

Standing in the thousands of singing voices, Christopher turned his head, as if he was in the long past.

My childhood self broke into the church just to steal a piece of bread in front of the icon.

The monks pushed him to the ground, insulted him, spat at him, and tore the bread out of their mouths.

And a pair of broad hands pushed the monk away, and a priest held the scriptures and helped him up.

Christopher knew it from the moment he took the bread.

perhaps faith,

All you need is a priest, a piece of bread, and a book.

and save,

that is it.

(End of this chapter)