By HIS Hand, We Gather

[Limonhearted 174]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[!] A writ was pinned upon yellow, lemon-scented parchment and distributed throughout the lands.

 

Good Tidings, Brothers and Sisters,

 

Upon my secluded meditation atop Lemon Hill, where solitude and prayer meet the sky and ear of THE MOST MERCIFUL, I was met with the most peculiar of interruptions. A disturbance—but not of ill intent.

 

An unfamiliar face approached me, a new initiate into the Order of the Grail—one whom I had never before laid eyes upon. Yet, the moment our gazes met, something deep within my soul stirred. Rejoice! My spirit urged, and how right it was. For I bring forth good news—a divine omen.

 

This peculiar man, a wanderer drawn to the faith, recounted a tale of remarkable providence. After the destruction of his village,  when all hope seemed lost, he was delivered from despair by none other than an Aengul of the Most Merciful. He described a radiant maiden, clad in golden robes, glowing like the dawn, who came to him in a dream. She instructed him to flee, to seek sanctuary in Lemon Hill, and above all—to heed GOD’s calling and embrace the flock.

 

 

[!] A charcoal sketch of the fabled knight was affixed to the parchment.

But lo, the wonders of this day did not end there. Nay, not even half a citrus hour later, while still engaged in discourse with this newfound messenger of the faith, we were interrupted yet again. This time, by a being unlike any other. It was refreshing for my spirit to see. A construct of earth and stone—one many would call unfeeling, incapable of higher thought—approached with a question upon its lips and longing in its heart. It wished to know more of the True Faith.

 

And as we spoke at measure, I witnessed yet another miracle. This great being, knelt before the cleansing flame. It lofted its burdens to the fire, whispering a prayer unto GOD’s ear. Yet another sheep drawn into the flock.

 

Two came to GOD this day. One of flesh, one of stone, yet both were drawn by His divine hand. If even the unlikeliest of souls—the lost and the lifeless—can be moved by His grace, how can we, as His faithful, ever falter? GOD calls not only the righteous, but the wayward. He does not seek only the strong, but the broken. He does not ask for perfection—He asks for faith. And so, I tell you: If a stranger crosses your path, do not cast him aside. If an unbeliever asks of your faith, do not silence your tongue. For the Holy Light does not only shine in the grand cathedrals, nor upon the brows of kings, but in the smallest acts of mercy, in the whispered prayers of the searching, and in the humble flames of Lemon Hill.

 

For we are many, yet we are one. We walk under GOD, and His plan reigns supreme.

 

Deo Gratias.

 

Edited March 24, 2025 by Limonhearted
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Vincenzo lowered the missive, a rare smile forming as he gave a firm nod of approval. His gaze swept over the gathered brothers before him, "I wonder which of my initiates was blessed to witness such miracles… a rare honor indeed." He then traced the Rhodesian Cross over his chest "We are many, yet we are one. And by GOD’s grace, we shall lead all who seek the Light."