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| Medieval monks often doodled rabbits and snails in the margins of manuscripts. |
A short fiction. Apologies to you if you were looking for gamable content!
GUYTONNET did mind the coneygarth, the home to rabbits was it be. Fed the rabbits, he,
and cleaned the coneygarth, bringing all the rabbit shit and mess to compost
there behind the second barn, the one that’s painted grey. His secret joy, with
rabbits did he linger after that. He then returned, and stroked the doe that he
had named Biche-Tachetée[1]
(for she was brown with adorable white spots.) She was his pet and he’d be
sorely gutted when to kill, to clean and dress her when her time became; but
she would be delicious nonetheless.
In these
three ages of the life this handsome doe, did Guytonnet did reflect upon the
days and nights and seasons of the World, and the birth and death a man, and
the rise and fall of kings and even nations. Rise and fall, did all these
things to do.
Only
God Eternal be.
Today
would be the Service of eld St. Addai, he of Edessa were. He was a faithful
servant of Our Lord, He Jesus Christ whilst Christ was still a man who trode
the World. This were a thousand years ago! There in Edessa, ere the goodly king
who was named Abgar, had he fallen ill with horrid malady; the Scriptures don’t
record its name. Abgar sent his messenger to St. Thomas begging for Lord Jesus
to come heal him. Jesus could not be spared, but he vested into St. Addai the
power to heal sick and feeble men. Addai did heal King Abgar, also called Abgar
the Black, and Abgar was overcome by the miracle. Then and there did Abgar
convert to Christianity and his people likewise converted when they heard about
the miracle St. Addai had performed with the power of Lord Jesus.
In
those days, there were many great miracles that did inspire men around the
realm to convert to love and fear of Christ. But in our days there are miracles
as well, Father did he shew. An instance close at hand is that the simple rabbit
in the coneygarth: She creates the fertile earth, to feed the case of men. She
dost provide good counsel to the heart while she does breathe. She, when she in
good season, issues forth a myriad of kits to bring her linage to forth. And in
her noble end, she does make a hasenpfeffer dish with leafy dress to satisfy a
king, and feed the men again. And all these things did God put upon the Earth
for Adam and his issue to enjoy.
Multiplying
out these miracles of life and death and of the time and season, Guytonnet
could scarcely understand how anyone across Creation coulds’t deny the Lord our
God His due. These miracles, of petty scale but great repeatability, were
easily a measure of eld St. Addai’s great work!
Guytonnet,
already on his knees, he offered up a quiet prayer: “Lord Jesus, help me
recognize that all my life’s miraculous, and me help appreciating You in every
detail of every moment in all my earthly days. Amen.”
Were
there but the will that Guytonnet could bring the Word to pagans overseas, he might
take up on it! So it this he mused, over Biche-Tachetée, as morning grew about them there within
the coneygarth. Perhaps this was the head-strong hubris of Guytonnet’s
insouciant youth? Perhaps, however, did he feel a Hand of greater power than
his own come thereupon his own ears as his own hand fell on the doe’s.
Lord
Jesus did himself admonish his: no miracle exists that independently can call a
man to God. No miracle can turn the mind or heart of nonbelievers. For even
miracles require Faith in God. That’s true. Nor does true Faith in God
require’st miracles to see it grow anew.
Even
so, the Church and Lord require of each man to shew his faith abroad through
the good he do: Temp’rance, Wisdom, Good Cheer, Humility, Love of Life and
Altruism are the marks of Benedict. Faith alone shall get thee but to Peter;
Good Works are require’st to get thee into Heaven.
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