[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1965, Wednesday, July 2nd, it rained.
I can't accept it, but I have to admit... The Holy City is falling into destruction step by step, just as the leader of the pagans - Harun said.
It rained pale again today, and almost half of the city was submerged in the rain. Along with the Dead Soul Disease came the plague, this damn typhoid fever... When it happens to a person, it doesn't matter at all. Nothing, but when it happens to thousands of people...even a king is not far away from infection.
Curing people from the Dead Soul Disease 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 do good deeds and have faith all our lives, why the gospel has not yet come, but misfortune has favored us first.
We believe and do good deeds, but we cannot be saved. Doesn’t the Lord love us? 】
[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1965, July 30, Monday, yin.
The king held a royal meeting again. I can’t remember how many times it was. King Wilfred was preparing to organize manpower to escort the residents out of the Holy Capital... However, it was raining everywhere outside the Holy Capital - this ten thousand The city's saints are already the only pure land in the entire northern land.
Communications have also been isolated for a long time. Except for the king's griffins and eagles that 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 Serena, the eldest daughter of the former pagan king, at the meeting. She is a true believer at this moment. If I remember correctly, it was St. Venakana who led her to convert to our Lord. of.
Today there are many people gathered in the church, they are all devout true believers, come to receive Holy Communion and holy water... I pray with them, I silently long for a ray of light, just like one day a few years ago That way, it just passed through the clouds, through the glass, and landed on the icon. Please download the app Aiyue app for the latest content
It's a pity that it's cloudy all day today. The fire burned for a long time. 】
[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1965, August 1, Wednesday, is yin.
I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I had betrayed my Lord... Just like a mortal who could not resist the temptation of the devil and converted to a pagan god. Why, why would I have such a dream? It was the devil who entered my heart. ?
Harlan...the pagan leader who was under house arrest and who debated with Saint Vena Cana. I don't know why, but I 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 tone is so calm... I have to admit, he seems like a wise man.
The conversation with him... reminded me of a group of pagan emissaries who tried to escape judgment. Their attitudes towards the so-called judgment were completely different.
Some conversations were so important that I had to write them down:
"The judgment has come," he said, "and no one can avoid the consequences."
"If it is really a judgment sent down by your God, why would that God try and test us like this? Can't He see the righteous people in this world?"
"This is not a trial or a test," he said. "What the King of Kings does is let people accomplish what He wants them to accomplish."
I can't understand.
He put it another way: "This means that the mission given by my King, the King of Kings, cannot be shied away from."
"What is this for?" I asked.
"For more people." His answer was brief.
Is he saying that the pagan god sent judgment to warn other people in the world? To warn those who are stupid in his mouth?
“For this reason, even the righteous and believers must be punished together to show God’s justice.” He added, “Because God’s justice is the justice of the whole world. And those of us who have already understood His will, Then we have to shoulder the burden for others.”
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Forgive me, I really couldn't argue with him at that time, I was too powerless. Everything that is happening in the Holy City right now leaves me with no room to argue.
I didn't chat with him for a long time. It was time for me to save people.
Many people died again tonight. 】
Chenduil turned another page. There were very few pages left in this diary from a thousand years ago, and Bishop Benedict's account was coming to an end.
In the diary, Bishop Benedict's faith continues to waver and tremble as time goes by and as the end approaches, seeming to be disintegrating and broken.
[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1965, August 3rd, Friday, rained.
A pale shower began in the afternoon... We can hardly survive it. The monks who saved people have also been infected, and there is not much blood left in St. Venacana. I don't know how much longer we can survive.
At night, the rain luckily stopped. Lord, is this your shelter? Are you...really protecting us?
At curfew time, the king sent someone to call me to the palace. I went to see King Wilfred. In just ten years, he had aged so much that he hardly looked like a man in his thirties.
To my surprise, King Wilfred did not talk about the miserable situation in the Holy City. Instead, he poured me a glass of wine and chatted about home affairs. During this time, our Lord and Saint Venacana were mentioned, and his blue eyes were shining, which made me ashamed, because I... seemed to be wavering.
King Wilfred, his name appears for the first time among the kings of the Holy City, so he is King Wilfred I... I often think that maybe in the future history, after Wilfred, there will be no more kings. The King of the Holy Capital is the last in his life. He is the last king and the last one.
I know that everything we experience in the future will become history.
And I don’t know how future generations will evaluate Wilfred.
I hope my comments can serve as a basis for future generations to evaluate. If future generations could enter the Holy Capital and come to this ring-shaped cathedral.
King Wilfred I was temperate, quiet, and ascetic. All his wisdom was hidden under the crown and above life.
He seems to have already known about the destruction of the Holy City and is calmly waiting for it. 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 prince who converted to paganism usurped power in the past, it was Saint Venacana who supported him, and this nobleman from a branch of the royal family ascended to the throne. I only met and chatted with St. Venacana a few times, and he knew far more about St. Venacana than I did.
I asked the king, "Did St. Venacana really stop a hurricane for him?"
King Wilfred looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Not for me."
"For whom?" I couldn't help but wonder.
"For the Lord."
I couldn't understand his answer and asked further.
The king replied: "Saint Venakana, she has a pair of pure golden eyes that can see through destiny. 'Destiny' is her ancient saying, and she has witnessed what happened thousands of years later."
"What has she witnessed? Has she witnessed our fate? Has she witnessed the Lord turning a blind eye to our misery?" I continued to ask.
I was very excited, even impatient. I almost yelled, without any respect for him... and even blasphemed the Lord.
The king was not angry, he just paraphrased what St. Venakana told him: "She once told me, 'The time is not yet come, the days are not yet full. Only when the day of salvation comes, He will enter into the world of His love. among men, to save and remake all that is about to be destroyed.'"
The king’s words rekindled my hope, and I couldn’t help but think back to the prophets and saints in the scriptures who had made covenants with the Lord.
"Is this... the covenant she made with the Lord?" I asked hurriedly.
"No, it's not," he whispered, "This is heaven's truth."
I do not know what to say......
At this moment, no one can understand how excited and trembling I am.
It is like a man who is dying of thirst encountering an oasis, or a lost lamb encountering a flock of sheep from a distance.
I know, and will always know, that truth is above all things.
If that's true...If that's true...
Then nothing, whether in heaven or on earth, can love us more than the Lord. 】
