#Lewis Chapel

[svalleynow]

Truck Fire in Dunlap

On Monday, around 3:20 PM CST, the Dunlap Fire Department responded to a vehicle fire in the overlook pull-off on Hwy 111, going up Lewis Chapel Mountain. The driver and his dog were taking a break, and the vehicle started smoking in the engine compartment. By the time firefighters arrived, the vehicle was fully involved. There were no injuries. Photos by Deputy Sheriff Land and Deputy Chief…

[brocedestruther]

was it casual when i invited you to monaco and we dreamed of our future together in formula 1? was it casual when we wrestled one another in our hotel rooms and threw out the beds out the windows? was it casual when you learned unicycling in two days so we could bike together? was it casual when we turned everything into competition, eating two to three whole pizza boxes for fun like it was cool? was it casual when you hugged me so hard and jumped in joy when i got my first podium? was it casual when i held you in the cooldown room and congratulated you for your wdc win despite the fact that it could have been my win? was it casual when i loved you and held you despite telling the world we were not friends, that we didn’t even know each other? was it casual when you compared our rivalry to that of a toxic relationship? was it casual when you talked about other women and sex instead when you were asked about our past together? was it casual when we knew each other so well people have described us as everything but lovers? was it casual when you said you were a better teammate than you were back when we raced against each other, in 2016? was it casual when

[thetachapel0]

Medical team

Doctors(and a nurse!

[rafeandonlyrafe]

some collages ive made recently

all available on my etsy!

[jstor]

"Tuskegee University Archives recently released new recordings from the Tuskegee Civic Association records that feature prominent leaders of the Civil Rights Movement. These speeches address the Tuskegee community by civil rights leaders like John Lewis and Coretta Scott King, fill in historical gaps to illuminate the relationships between leaders and their constituents."

The Chapel Collection audio recordings–yes, audio is now on JSTOR!–are freely available for listening. Hear the recordings on JSTOR or learn more about the collection from JSTOR Daily.

Image credit: Tuskegee University Archives. Martin Luther King, Jr. and Coretta Scott King. March 25, 1965.

[wejustvibing]

oh we're doing this unprovoked now

[mortegas]

It has been observed that Sam Kirk is not an unwitting third wheel in this scene, but a dedicated wingman.

I'll buy that.

Sam has been shown to be attentive and caring to his friends. He knows these two belong together, and he'll do what he can to make it happen.

Basically, he's this guy.

[winniemaywebber]

regretting saying Olive was from 2021, not 2024 because imagine her teaching the gang HOTTOGO 💔

[singeratlarge]

SUNDAY MUSIC VIDEO MATINEE: “Dumb Angel” live in concert— https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1adaRT-TVpU   …This surrealistic pop song* came to me from a dream about where I grew up in Avis, Pennsylvania. In the dream, Brian Wilson showed up at my door, smoking a cigarette and driving a big car. He drove me and some kids to a Bible study at the CMA Church in Avis (now torn down). In the church sat Lewis Carroll, and near him was Elvis Presley, crying with his head in his arms. How I de-coded this dream is another story. 

In the context the word “angel” references the old Hebrew definition of cherubim as God’s messengers. The angel in this song is dumb, as in not being able to speak, yet he still delivers a message. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1adaRT-TVpU

* “Dumb Angel” was also the original working title of The Beach Boys masterwork, SMILE. On a cosmic jukebox, this song would play next to songs from the 1967-68 SMILEY SMILE/WILD HONEY/FRIENDS period of Beach Boys.

#dumbangel #angel #dream #avisPA #pennsylvania #brianwilson #beachboys #lewiscarroll #elvispresley #johnnyjblair #singeratlarge #biblestudy #smile #smileysmile #wildhoney #friends #chapel #ChristianMissionaryAlliance #CMAChurch

[motionpicturelover]

"Robin Hood: Men in Tights" (1994) - Mel Brooks

Films I've watched in 2023 (53/119)

- You've just entered the territory of Robin Hood and his Merry Men!

- Fagelas?

- No, no, no, no, no, we're straight. Just... merry...

[wutbju]

And then John Lewis, the BJU CEO, moves the goal posts:

Regarding your concern about ecclesiastical associations of BJU and speakers who have been invited to campus, we have no tolerance for allowing chapel and Bible Conference speakers to come for the sole reason that they have a broader appeal. If speakers are not aligned with BJU's historical - and current - biblical fundamentalist, separatist position, those speakers should not be invited. An exception is one you listed: as an accredited liberal arts institution, we may invite educators who demonstrate proficiency in a specific academic discipline to speak in order to ensure a quality learning experience for our students; this practice has been utilized successfully at BJU for decades.

Wait.

That’s not what the FBFI said. What they said was this:

We have a concern about the ecclesiastical associations of Bob Jones University as demonstrated by various campus speakers. University leadership has repeatedly invited speakers or allowed others to invite speakers who would not be representative of biblical fundamentalism. The explanation for having the speakers has been that they were invited because of their academic specializations. Sometimes, leaders have candidly told us that the motivation is about having speakers with broader appeal. Other times, leadership has said that it was a mistake to have invited certain speakers, or that the invitations were made at lower levels than the executive leadership. Regardless of the reason, this practice is at best unwise, unhelpful, and often damaging.

The FBFI wasn’t objecting to academic speakers. The FBFI wasn’t even objecting to chapel speakers. They were objecting to “various campus speakers.”

They mean Trevor Lawrence.

I mean, come on, Dr. Pastor Lewis.

[svalleynow]

Sequatchie County Sheriff’s Office works with Drug Task Force in Lewis Chapel operation

The Sequatchie County Sheriff’s Office works with the 12th Judicial Drug Task Force in Lewis Chapel operation...

The Sequatchie County Sheriff’s Office worked with the 12 th Judicial District Drug Task Force for several weeks on a drug investigation which has landed several people in jail and leaves others on the run and wanted by authorities. The investigation focused on illegal drugs, primarily meth, being distributed in the Lewis Chapel community of Sequatchie County and it led to several drug related…

[incorrect-transpirings]

Darcy Lewis and Christine Chapel would be so in love

[free-air-for-fish]

[18] Chapter 16 Review Syndicate: The Foxfire Book of Appalachian Women

I mentioned before that Chapter 16 introduces me to a lot of interesting books that I wouldn’t be able to get around to on my own time, and the Foxfire series is one of them. The Foxfire series is a product of hard work and passion from the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill, where faculty and students have been interviewing people in the community for decades to help preserve the…

[introspectivememories]

best ending: they talk it out after lewis wins his 8th wdc and we end up with brocedes in each other's lives again. lewis shows up on nico's yt channel. nico is on lewis' insta. vivian dogwalks both of them for letting the divorce last that long. i join the convent because this is clearly a miracle from god and reblog gifsets of brocedes interacting from the chapel. rinse, repeat.

ending we're most likely gonna get: whatever the hell we have now. nico talks about lewis. lewis will say karting is the best time of his career. for two seconds out of the year, lewis will say nico's name. i will sob, rinse, repeat.

worst ending: they shut the fuck up about each other forever. they process the divorce and move on with their lives without each other. i will go on tumblr and reblog angsty web weaves about their relationship and what could've been. i take psychic damage. rinse. repeat.

[hamsterclaw]

Sanctity

Your ex-husband is at a wedding with you, and it feels like you don't exist. Part of the Love series, read the rest here.

Pairing: Namjoon x afab! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Exes, angst

Warnings: Swearing

When you were invited to this wedding, your university friend Soojin had told you that Namjoon was going to be best man.

Soojin’s groom, Alex, has been friends with Namjoon since childhood, so you weren’t surprised at all.

You’d texted Namjoon about the wedding but he hadn’t bothered to reply.

You’d assumed that he was busy, you’ve been slammed at work too, it’s always hectic in the runup to Christmas.

The wedding ceremony is in a 15th century chapel, tucked in the side streets of the very edges of the city, and the wedding celebration in a boutique hotel nearby.

You’re chatting to one of your old university friends at the drinks reception after the ceremony when Namjoon arrives.

He looks irresistible in his navy suit. Perfect. Unattainable.

He’s not alone.

He’s got a stunning woman on his arm, and they’re both laughing like she’s just said the funniest thing in the world.

Your ex-husband’s dimples flash, and he bends down solicitously, steadying her as her heel gets caught in her beautiful gown.

Their show of unity hits you like a kick in the chest.

Namjoon looks up, catches the stricken look on your face that you aren’t emotionally nimble enough to hide.

Your eyes lock.

A breath is all it takes before he turns away like he never saw you.

***

There’s a startling clarity to your feelings as you try your hardest to avoid your ex and his date at this small, intimate wedding.

You’re hurt.

Hurt that he didn’t bother to tell you he was bringing a date to this wedding.

Hurt that as much as you’re trying to avoid him, he seems to be just as keen to avoid you.

You know he’s been dating since the divorce, well, you both have.

You owe each other nothing.

You smile distractedly at the ex-classmate you’re struggling to find common ground with.

What’s his name?

Louis? Lewis? 

You’re too scattered to remember.

He’s telling you about his recent divorce, which is making you think about your own divorce.

Two years ago.

Have you and Namjoon really been fucking around for two whole years after the divorce was finalised?

Shit.

You can’t blame him for wanting to move on.

Louis steadies you as someone bumps into you from behind, jostling you.

There’s kindness in his eyes.

You force yourself to focus.

‘Divorce is hard,’ you say, a lame attempt at keeping the conversational ball going.

Louis, the gentleman that he is, says, ‘People who’ve been through it tell me it gets easier over time.’

‘I don’t know that it does,’ you say, the first truth you’ve spoken tonight.

Louis looks at you curiously, but you’re in no mood to extrapolate. 

You swallow the rest of your drink and excuse yourself to use the bathroom.

You don’t recognise yourself in the mirror, that’s the honest truth.

Sure, you’re wearing the clothes and jewellery you put on earlier today, and your hair is still how you styled it, but you look completely different.

You’re flustered and frazzled and anguished.

Worst of all, you’re a fool.

You add colour to your cheeks to hide how drained you look, top up your lipstick in a desperate attempt to fix your face, but you know it’s futile.

You emerge from the bathroom and realise everyone’s heading to their tables for the meal.

You check the table plan and head for your seat.

You force a smile for the vaguely familiar people at your table and are pulling your chair out when a hand lands next to yours on the back of the chair.

You follow the line of the arm, up to the shoulder, up the curl of hair just touching his collar, up to his face.

Min Yoongi.

‘Let me,’ he says, smiling at you politely.

He seats you, then sits in the chair next to yours.

‘I didn’t know you were coming to this wedding,’ you say.

The truth is, you’re grateful for his familiarity.

You don’t know Yoongi well, but he and Namjoon are close friends and he’d joined you for dinner a few times whilst you and Namjoon were still married.

‘I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it back in time,’ Yoongi admits. ‘I wrapped up a project in Kowloon last night.’

You know Yoongi works for his family business.

‘Have you been busy lately?’ you ask.

Yoongi signals to the waiter, hands you a glass of white. 

‘No busier than usual,’ he says. ‘I think Namjoon’s been busy though.’

‘Yeah?’ you say, carefully neutral.

‘Seen much of him lately?’ Yoongi asks, taking a sip of his wine.

‘Not a lot,’ you say, truthfully.

‘Me either,’ Yoongi says.

You take another sip of wine.

‘So how come you’re at the singles table?’ you ask, trying to change the subject.

Yoongi rakes a hand through his hair.

 ‘No one will put up with me,’ he says, straightfaced.

‘I’m really taking one for the team, sitting next to you,’ you say, deadpan.

‘You definitely deserve extra dessert,’ Yoongi shoots back.

The laughter that bubbles out of you at his remark goes a long way towards easing the tension you’ve been feeling all night.

Yoongi smiles. His hand lands on the table, rings gleaming as he fiddles with the wedding favours scattered on the white linen.

‘I’m hungry,’ he tells you. ‘I hope the food’s good.’

You’re not sure you’ve got any appetite but you murmur in agreement anyway.

At least you can’t see Namjoon and his date from where you’re sitting.

Yoongi’s got a knack for filling in the blanks in the conversation, but even better, he doesn’t mind silence. 

His company carries you through the different courses so well you feel like you need to thank him. 

You’re about to, when a delicate tinkling fills the air. 

You turn around to see that it’s your ex-husband, standing, tall and handsome in his suit, especially now that his tie’s loosened a little. 

He’s holding up a glass of champagne. 

‘I hope you’ve enjoyed your meals everyone. As Alex’s best man, I’ll be guiding through the speeches this evening,’ he says, smooth, confident, charming. 

He’s always been good at commanding a room. 

You feel disconnected, numb as Namjoon introduces Alex’s father, Soojin’s father, Soojin’s maid of honour for their speeches, applauding mechanically. 

You don’t take in a single word any of them have said. 

Through it all, Namjoon provides a charming, easy commentary, until it’s time for his own speech. 

‘I’ve known Alex since we were kids,’ Namjoon says, ‘and believe me, there are stories that I could tell, but I did promise that I wasn’t going to embarrass him in front of his nonna.’ 

There’s a ripple of laughter. 

You’re transfixed. 

You’re trying to remember when you last heard Namjoon speak like this. 

All of your interactions for years have been snappy, impactful, sexy, but he hasn’t sounded like this in years. 

He sounds relaxed, confident. 

Happy. 

You sit rigidly as Namjoon shares an anecdote, to the hilarity of the room. 

It’s the final part of his speech that breaks you. 

‘I can truly say that I’ve never seen a couple more perfectly matched than Soojin and Alex. I can only hope that all of us have the privilege of experiencing a love like theirs at one point in our lives.’ 

You can’t help yourself. 

You’re staring at him, wondering if he can feel your gaze on him. 

Namjoon raises his glass in a toast. 

There’s a sigh from the room, followed by a wave of applause. 

It’s the perfect ending to the speeches. 

Namjoon never once glances your way. 

****

You don’t stay for dancing, just exit as quietly and discreetly as you can. 

You slip on the beautiful coat you bought just for this wedding, do up the buttons mechanically. 

Head out the entrance, sighing with relief when the front of the hotel is empty, save for you. 

Well, not quite. 

There’s a shifting to your left, you turn just in time to see Yoongi straighten up, ice cubes clinking in his glass as he steps forward, out of the shadows. 

‘I didn’t mean to startle you,’ he says mildly. 

‘You didn’t,’ you reply. ‘I’ve got an early start tomorrow, I should get going.’ 

Yoongi nods. ‘Can I give you a ride?’ 

‘I’ve got a taxi on its way,’ you demur. ‘Besides, I don’t want you to have to leave because of me.’ 

Yoongi nods again.

Then he gives you a half-smile. ‘Want the rest of my drink?’ 

You glance at him, surprised. 

He holds out the drink to you. 

The whiskey goes down smooth, a mellow fire that warms you. 

‘Thanks,’ you say. You put your hand on his arm as he takes the glass back. ‘Thanks for tonight.’ 

Your words brim with meaning, you don’t want to explain but you get the sense he knows, anyway. 

He’s been friends with Namjoon for years. 

There’s kindness in his eyes as he covers your hand with his, gives yours a gentle squeeze. 

The sliding doors to the hotel slide open, but your taxi’s arrived, so you don’t look back. 

You get into the cab and breathe the first breath you feel like you’ve taken in hours. 

You turn your head to wave goodbye to Yoongi, only to see Namjoon standing next to him. 

Your eyes meet for the briefest of moments before the taxi drives you away. 

©hamsterclaw 2023