A Miracle in Numendil

[Limonhearted 174]

 

Brothers and Sisters, In these times of great division—when senseless death surrounds us and cries of horror fill the air—it is more important than ever to remember the good. The Light of the Creator is always with us, shining even in the darkest moments.

 

It is easy to grow disheartened, to focus only on the evil that plagues our world. But true strength lies in recognizing that both hot and cold winds fuel the storm. In much the same way, today, a miracle has been revealed. Idols have been shattered, and the spirit of GOD has triumphed.

 

After the trials of battle—after a crushing defeat delivered to our foes—the Canonist forces and the Order of the Grail stand victorious. Yet, amid the ruins of conflict, something greater has emerged. A captured enemy, once counted among our foes, has willingly sought the mercy of the Church—and more importantly, of GOD.

 

An elf, once lost, pleaded for baptism, yearning to correct the error of her ways. With encouragement and guidance, she has embraced the faith, and I am overjoyed to announce another soul welcomed into the flock.

 It is easy to dehumanize "the other side," to paint the enemy in a single shade. But it takes a strong and GODLY heart to recognize the flaws within us all. If we granted one another just a bit more grace, if we stifled our words for even a moment to see the soul behind the blade, perhaps we would witness more conversions.

We must not drive the lost into Iblees’ clutches. Instead, we must treat all as the Most Merciful would wish us to—with wisdom, patience, and love.

 

Deo Gratias.

 

[TaraJess 2848]

Johanna Vuiller wondered if all the pagans employed by the church would also seek to be saved, or if their hearts were just in it for the coin.

[Baccaaa 490]

Somewhere an elf was wandering with several lemon seeds of the lemon the Mother Church had gifted her. Not wanting to see the gift wither and not wanting to stow it on the Void for the sake of symbolism, she opted to plant them somewhere for a lemon tree to grow within her long lifespan. A prayer was muttered after and with great care she'd await until the next day for greenery to manifest upon the soil. Waking within a tent the next day, she'd gaze outside, happy to see the greenery had begun to grow. Alas she sat upon the Yisar after collecting the tent, riding to a new location with hope, leaving the growing lemon tree behind as a testament to new faith.