#The Key to the Missionary's Devotion

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by Oswald Chambers | Our Lord told us how our love for Him is to exhibit itself when He asked, “Do you love Me?” (John 21:17). And then He said, “Feed My sheep.” In effect, He said, “Identify yourself with My interests in other people,” not, “Identify Me with your interests...

[mcondance]

he loves me (lyzel in e flat) — tim laflour

tim x fem!reader, reader is referred to as a girl, general discussion of tim sex wise, missionary, dirty talk, praise-ish, he says he loves you uh that's it, it’s a lot of elaboration abt how much he loves sex with you LMAO, title from this song (i love you jill scott <3)

tim likes sex, to get that out of the way. on the outside and to people who don’t know him, he’s a little dumb, a little odd and he seems like he’d fumble around these types of things, but he does not.

tim likes sex with you, way more than he should.

he likes digging in your guts, bumping your body up the bed every time his hips kiss the back of your legs, sticky and slippery from the mix of fluids flowing from you two.

with deep purrs pushed hard from his chest, the sounds of a man who’s in love with what he’s doing, he splits you open so good, ripping pathetic, guttural cries out of you, whiny moans that make fucking you so alluring. your arms clasp tight around his neck and you’re trying to ground yourself, and it’s always in vain, fingers gripping your own arms so tight the skin caves.

“belong here, baby, belong inside you, so so deep in you, go crazy when i don’t get to feel you,” he coos, almost singing it, his naturally ditzy tone laying an innocently genuine feel over his obsessed words. it's ridiculously pathetic, his admission of devotion to your cunt, to the clenches and drooling and soaking that your pussy delivers to him. velvety and gripping, he's a fool for it.

he’s telling the truth though, and you know it. you’ve seen what happens to him when he goes too long without bullying your pussy, fucking you like he hates you, like you owe him something. he gets all aggy, eyes all glossy and spaced out and he’s ticked off by the smallest things.

he needs to get his dick wet, needs you to get it wet, to let him fuck your body into the mattress and listen to your moans that have turned into pathetic little cries, spewing from your mouth with every jerk of his hips against you. hot skin hitting against yours, unforgiving thrusts sending shockwaves through your whole body, it's by pure luck that you and tim met, that you get to be pounded into his bed every time he gets the chance.

your pussy sings to him with every move he makes, honeyed melodies ringing out through the room, and it’s idyllic, perfect and so far from beautiful yet right there.

he fucks you like both need it, hard and messy like he loves what he’s doing to you.

he does love what he’s doing to you.

turning his head to the side so he knows you can hear him even over your enraptured keens, he lets his mouth loose again— "i love you, y'know, love you and your pussy so much, 's my favorite thing in the whole world, always so wet and tight and ready for me, always excited that i get to fuck you." he's elated, sure in the fact that you belong to him, that you are his to stretch and pound and fuck.

his lip ring is cold against your face and it doesn’t do much to help; it makes it worse, makes you really compute again that you’re being fucked dumb by a pretty punk who’s obsessed with fucking you.

it all sends another wave of pleasure crashing over you, and you're grasping tighter over his back, hands raking down the muscle. you almost growl, so keyed up and overwhelmed with feeling, good fucking feeling, rocking up the bed with every roll of his hips. tim's love for sex has opened you up, allowed you to partake in it at your most vulnerable level, unashamed and liberated in your euphoria.

he likes the way you take his dick, how you spread your legs and make space for him between them, how you let him fuck you to his heart's content, let him express his need inside you.

his big blues have drifted to something much darker, blue-black windows looking down at one of the best parts of it all, to where ropes of your cream span from your slick lips to his wild hair.

he huffs out a laugh, breathing "yeah, look at that,” dark eyes hazy and gleaming.

he knows you're being fucked too good to even give a fuck about what it looks like, but he's a talker, and he’s having so much fun, and the sight is just so fucking disgusting that he has to say something; something else that feels like a reward, like a deity has blessed him with it, the gift of sex that he so confidently uses, whenever he wants.

tim loves fucking you, loves dwarfing your body with his intimidating size, loves the sounds you make, loves the sounds your bodies make as they meet again and again, as he nestles his cock right where you both know it belongs.

devoted is what he is, a regular fiend, only made worse by the way you fit so tight around him. every push into you is so good to him, brain taken over by how it feels to be deep inside your welcoming pussy.

every little jerk and jump, every melodic whine, every word your slur into his neck, it’s everything to him.

[lumizwrld]

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"I love, you love. This love, we're professional..."

➢ !Dom¡ Ryohei Arisu ♥︎ Afro-Latina Reader

☕︎ word count ・3.2k (This late ass lil Valentine's Day smut, I'm so mad bc I wanted to post this on valentines Day but I ended up changing some things around.♥︎)

⚠︎NSFW WARNING⚠︎

cw ✐ outside the borderland universe, valentines day sex, shy arisu turning into dom, sensual, passionate, roughness, dirty talking, teasing, arisu eating reader out, cowgirl, missionary, reverse cowgirl, swallowing, submissive reader, moaning, whimpering, groaning, arisu being a good boyfriend, only Arisu Ryohei's perspective

✍︎ Summary = Not only had it been Valentine's Day, but it was also the day that Arisu showed his all to you. Being your boyfriend of just 1 year, he wanted to end this Valentine's Day off with a banger. As you're met with his surprise, you also find him hiding away from you (knowing his cowardness). After met, you encountered with his aggression, his frustration with himself, handing it all out to you in the most sinful way. ✧

It felt like she was never going to walk through that door, time unexpectedly reached a standstill lingering for her urgently to open that door and die from the death-defining adornment of all my love scattered through the apartment loft.

Anxious, I spent hours trying to find the best-looking outfit I could find and made sure it was her favorite color. Midori, the creation of yellow and blue. A green dress suit that complimented black pants and a pair of dress shoes embodied on me. I only desired perfection yet, she wouldn't want it any different. She would be happy even if I wore black sweats and a white t-shirt. From what I can recall earlier, she preached, “Please don’t go overboard about today, when I come back home, let's just smoke and lay in each other's arms? That could be our lil Valentine's Day right there." however, I feel like sometimes she doesn’t know how tenacious I can be when I listen to her.

Call it crazy, I was never the type to do anything so grand as this. Granted, I’m best with my hands yet I’d never expected to create an outbreak of devotion to her. Petals of roses scattered all over the floor, the flame of the candles shining so bright like an August day, inhaling the air of romance in the atmosphere, and centering the stage with her favorite songs faintly singing their way throughout the place….

God, she's gonna kill me…

“Shit Y/N, stop making me panic like crazy just hurry please…” I prayed in my head, disregarding the fact that the more I kept my eyes on the door the more I’d be tempted to faint. “C’mon baby, make it home quick.”

Pacing, fidgeting of fingers as I tried to ignore how nervous I was. “Shit.” I groaned to myself, placing my arms behind my head. For a moment, I thought I heard keys fidgeting at the door. Anxiety rushed all over me again, striding toward the door and then taking a slight step back.

“Fuck,” I groaned, “I-I can’t do this…” I uttered in my head.

“Baby I’m home-“ She spoke before being astounded at the place. I could sense her soft footsteps kissing the floor, loving every moment of this affection. Nonetheless, I hid in the master bathroom. Heart pulsating out my chest, I had no clue why I felt terrified to meet her.

She drives me crazy, I hate the way I get with her…

I hate that she tenses me up without doing absolutely anything to me…

Her gentle voice sang out my name yet I refused. It was guilt, agitation, and love fighting in my body right now. I couldn’t regulate to move.

“Ryohei? Where are you amor come out,” She questioned, sauntering up the stairs to the bedroom. “Baby you don’t understand how in love I am with the place. You didn’t have to do this.”

“G-Give me a second hani, I-I’m in the bathroom.” I notified her, head thrown into my palms as I elongated a groan.

“Hey…” She expressed, embracing her body against the bathroom door. “Don’t hide from me. Don’t be nervous baby, I love what you did. Thank you for that.”

A weak giggle flew from my lips, “Hani I’m fine I swear. I just had to use the bathroom that’s all. You love it huh?”

I could hear her voice pitch up scarcely, chuckling while battling to open the door for me. “Ryohei c’mon, I wanna see you.”

Hesitated, my hands trembling as if the temperature plunged in the room. I held my breath for an instant, my hand reaching out for the knob. A slight turn for the lock, gradually opening the door was all I needed to do before her eyes lit with a thousand stars.

“Hi…” I spoke, shoving my hands in my pockets as her eyes scrutinized my frame.

“You went all out for me,” She confessed, creeping closer to me with her hands elevated towards my chest. “You look so handsome cariño, oh my god…” She adored, inclining her head against my neck.

“I’m sorry for-“

“I know it’s okay, you went all out for me I know this probably overwhelmed you.”

“I just feel like I made this awkward now. I hid away from you and it’s like…I’ve been waiting for you all day you don’t understand mama I-

How swiftly, her lips shut my doubts up. Her fingers, locked themselves up behind my waist. Her tongue, communicating with mine. She made me melt in her embrace, I didn’t know where to position my hands. It was so bad how this kiss instantly made me desperate for her.

My head tilted inwards, permitting her hand to crawl up my back to the strands of my hair. She certainly knew for a fact that this was all gonna be in her control yet, I desired things to change for a second. Her free hand seizes my neck as her kisses trailed down my lips to my jawline. I guess this was her turn to show me her devotion to me cause, it had me to a point where it illustrated all over my face how badly I wanted to touch her beautiful body. All her pent from work, relieved from my bare hands. Even though she was always the one to command, I yearned for this to be all about her.

“How was work baby?” I communicated, my hand going for the back of her head as she made love to my neck.

“It was slow, but…All I thought about was you. I couldn't wait to get here.”

“That's…” I spoke before sighing at her gentle bites. “Good to hear baby, I've just been doing this all day.”

“I can tell, you do love me.” She whispered in my ear. Kissing it gradually, she was luring me deeply into her pool of lust.

“C’mon baby, let me take this off you.” I offered, taking her coat off. As she became free from the restriction of her puffer coat, her hands latched onto my entire body. “Baby, it's okay you don't gotta rush.”

“It's not me rushing, you deserve this.”

“I deserve this? All I did was just show you how much you mean to me, you always show me how much you love me. Granted I do, but I wanna do it in a form-”

I could feel her taking the lead, slowly walking back to the bed as she clung to me. “Mi amor, you talk too damn much. Just look pretty and let me do everything okay?”

I giggled, “Alright don't fuck with me like that."

She giggled in unison, “You’re everything to me. I love you, but you need to realize how much you are worth. You're worth everything fucking thing on this planet.”

I guess this was it.

I guess this is where it ends.

All this shyness, is gone.

I guess, this was where I made a mark.

I pushed her onto the bed, leaping on top of her frame. My hands grasping her neck as if she disrespected every inch of me. This went along with a harsh, desperate kiss.

I heard a whimper, yet that didn't cross my mind at all. I could tell she was surprised with every bit of emotion rushing throughout her body in this moment. Mainly, I was focused on one thing.

“Nobody’s ever told me that before until I met you. You love me too damn much, that's one thing I fucking hate about you. I hate how you make me feel this way and don't let me do anything in return.” I spoke right in her ear, her pants in mine as a form of a response.

“Ryohei…” She sighed.

“I want you,” I demanded, finding my way down my belt buckle. “I want you to let me do everything.”

Her hands reached on my belt, supporting me with unbuckling. Crazy, it seemed like I had her wrapped around my finger.

Assertive, her hand went inside my pants.

Heart felt, the way I spoke in her ear.

Temptation, her hands trying not to go any further.

“I won't stop you at all.”

“Y/N…”

“Do it please, I promise I won't stop you.”

Her desperate hands found me in my boxers, exposing myself on her own. Her kisses deprived my lips again, this time with a sense of belonging to be submitted to me.

Her defeat, she wanted this from me all along.

So in my response...

Don't hold this back, let it out….

First, it was me losing myself in between her legs.

Her thighs were gripped with my cold hands as I kissed the lips of her deprived pussy, darting into her eyes while I licked her sensitive clit. She felt the exhilaration instantly, her hands lost in my hair as she whimpered for me to slow down and stop. Still, such a beautiful woman who doesn't know how hard-headed I can be.

"Fuck." She moaned, "Ryohei just like that, lick me like that."

I answered her demands, licking her til she would see stars while I had my free hand teasing the entrance of her hymen. Entreating her right, she kept trying to close her legs yet I retained them open with all my might.

"You're all in my mouth." I teased, "All in my mouth."

She winced, panting at my fingers fucking her, imitating what I had planned for in a moment. Her begs and cries, all in my ear like a siren luring in a sailor. She had me hypnotized.

"I've never been so jealous of fingers in my life." I teased once again, "Mama, why are you holding yourself back?"

"I-I'm not."

"No?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Why are you lying to me?" I spoke, inching myself up to her face. "Don't lie to me."

I then lost myself in her eyes, brushing her hair from her cheeks. Nobody said anything, just a swift grab from her back, switching positions that transitioned this moment.

Her warm skin was positioned on top of me as her hand latched on my chest while straining to place me inside her. Her eyes revealed all her lust, how she begged for me without even saying a word. Gradually, she consumed all of me. Songs in unison, allowing me to thrust deep inside her warmth. It was as if this was the last day we'd be together. Who would have known, I'd be the one in control of this.

“Hold my hands mama, let me help you.” I panted, observing her lustful face as her body fucked with mine. “Nobody can hear you let it out for me baby.”

“Don't say that Ryohei.” She moaned, tossing her head back.

“Why?” I conversed, “The way I'm talking to you, does it bother you?”

“You know exactly what you're doing.” She groaned, vigorously grinding herself to the profound thrusts I provided.

“Tell me then, what am I exactly doing then? Speak to me mama, tell me what I'm doing to you.” Overstimulated, her hands released mine and grasped on my neck. This encouragement I gave was gonna finish with something grand I persisted to myself. However, it seemed like even when this is finished. She's gonna want more.

My cold hands rushed to her nipples, caressing them with gentle squeezes. The evil giggles she made that were intended with lust filled my ears, moaning afterward when I brought her close for me to suck on.

“I want you on top.” She panted faintly.

“What did you say?” I questioned, slowing my strokes.

“Please,” She panted, “Get on top of me.”

My eyes dilated, soon switching positions. She looked so innocent, like a porcelain doll. So fragile if I were to even touch her, she’d break. My arms found themselves beside her head as she held the support placing me inside her again. Silk soft legs, trapping me around my waist as a so-called embrace.

“Is this a trap?”

“What are you gonna do if I say yes?”

Aggressive, I thrusted once. Her gasp left her lips however before getting just a slight exhale, I placed my index finger right inside her needy mouth. Creeping myself closer to her face, she was like a model, a sight of pure beauty to me. This was all mine.

All of her was mine...

All of mines, to ruin...

Sounds of sin, the aroma of sex, the sloppiest of kisses, the sensing of sweaty skin, all at once could be seen as a form of art. My hand went from her lips to fondling her chin as the other maintained my balance, compelling her to look directly into my eyes as I slowly stroked up the pace.

“You want it like this baby?” I moaned, observing her surrender her beautiful body to me. "Tell me your beautiful thoughts I promise it won't hurt to just tell me."

“I-I can’t,” She panted, straining to fuck me in unison. “Control me fuck, I feel like such a whore Ryohei I'm sorry-”

“No no, fuck me like a whore then, don’t be scared baby. Show me how much of whore you can be to me.” I encouraged her, leaving her to snatch my hand and kiss my fingers, slowly suckling them.

“Ruin me, ruin me.” she entreated. First my thumb, then my index finger along with my middle. She replicated what she would do to me, It was to a point where I could die right from how much of a slut I turned her into. Neediness overfilling her eyes as she wished for me to cum...

Was it bad that I faintly felt it?

“Ruin? Did I bother you too much hani? I'm sorry, that's all my fault. Isn't it?” I giggled, moaning afterward.

“Don’t apologize,” she panted, removing my damp hair that began to cover my eyes from the thrusting. “I love everything you’re doing to me.”

“I forgot to tell you how beautiful you looked today. Mama is this what you want from me?" I intended, my lips inches away from hers. "Yes, this is what you want, right? You want me to talk to you like this when I fuck you like this baby? Tell me I know you do." Brown profound eyes, darting right into her soul as she hesitates to choose which action to make, panting or moaning her heart out of the pleasurable feeling of me penetrating her swollen pussy. Her grip was so strong I couldn't help but moan to her embrace on it.

Her eyes were in such worry yet, smiling like a complete slut at my weakness. Her right hand on my neck, resisting herself to combust from me. “Keep talking like that and I swear I’ll cum all on you.”

“Do it, mark all the things that belong to you. Mark your territory baby, cum on my dick.” I intended, deepening my penetration to hit her where it hurts.

Her head was sunken into the pillow and her hand that existed on my neck soon felt her body. Rushing hands, all on her breast. Generously squeezing her nipple to the stimulation, god it was all my fault she acted this way with me. Her luscious lips were soon bitten. I could tell she was starting to feel her climax.

“I…I can’t…Ryohei…” She moaned, arching her back leaving me to slide my hand under. Obtaining her close, I departed subtle kisses on her neck down to her chest.

“Do everything on me. Like I said before, show me how much of a slut I turned you into.” I groaned, maneuvering my head to her deprived breasts, brushing her finger away to allow placement of my tongue on her nipples. Sucking passionately, I offered her soft bites to signify my admiration to her breast instead of just her pussy and her lips. And so, just when I thought this session would last for a while longer, I winced at myself gaining a strong sense of sensitivity. “Tell me where you want me to cum mama, give me what you want.”

She panted, “No, no don’t do it yet, please. I wanna keep going please, don’t stop Ryohei please.”

I awed, “I’m making you feel good, aren’t I? You want more of me huh?”

“S-Shut up.”

“Shut up? Mama think before you speak. You said you love everything I’m doing, right?” I taunted, pulling out of her. “You told me to ruin you, don’t take back anything.”

“R-Ryohei why did you-”

She found herself on top of me again, this time her eyes darting to the ceiling. My grip, so profound, and down on the stands of her hair, her back arched to the tension. Devouring, her needy pussy embracing my dick made my body rush with nerves. God, I’d loved to watch her fuck me if we placed mirrors on the ceiling. Observing her face full of pain from my thrusts, her perky nipples all alone likewise yet the hypnotic bouncing would be such a movie I’d reminisce every single fucking day.

“Lose yourself to me Y/N, let me be the only one to see you like this. I wanna be the only one to make you this filthy.”

The exertion she had was overwhelming mine, I felt depleted to where I lost grasp of her hair. She sensed me discharging, “Amor, please. Don’t stop please, let me help you.” She pleaded, going on all fours. “I need you.”

The minute she slid up, I directly jerked up from the sensation on my tip. Yet, she never left that spot. I worshiped every moment, her pussy fucking my tip knowing damn well she desired for me to cum.

“You want it inside you mama? Advise me.” I demanded, seizing her arms and bearing them back aggressively, gasping on her back. “Let me do it inside you, let me cum inside you.”

“Do it then Ryohei, let it out please.”

“Y/N, I'm starting to...W-Wait I feel it.”

My eyes latched, throwing my head back as I moaned as loud with all the strength I still had.

Yet, this feeling only grew stronger.

Grasping my hair, I couldn’t help to sustain my body from all this pleasure.

But, once I opened my eyes. Her beautiful eyes were met with mine, but her mouth was full of me.

“I thought…I thought I came inside you….” I huffed, wincing at her subtly licking me.

“You really did lose yourself." She giggled, following her tongue down my shaft.

“Fuck,” I huffed, “You're an evil woman y’know?”

“Yeah, you know I love you right?”

“Uh-huh”

Her tongue had found a home on my dick, licking my hardened tip as she motionlessly kept her gaze on me. “Good, I want you to remember that.” She grinned, spitting on it as she watched me jolt up again.

“Y-Y/N!?…” Whines, the pain yet pleasure filled my soul. Seizing her hair, I forcefully fucked myself into her filthy mouth for a moment. “That’s what you wanted huh? All of me in your mouth right like this?”

Her soft giggles flew in the air, “Yeah, it seems like you wanted it more than me.”

I soon hauled her up to my face, kissing her passionately as I released her from my grasp.

Once again, she got on top of me but soon began wrapping the covers on us. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I spoke, caressing her in my arms as I kissed her forehead. “God, you took everything outta me.”

As we snuggled in each other’s arms, it went silent. Taking in this void of quietness, my lips soon parted those soft, heavenly words of...

“Hani, I forgot to tell you once you got home...Happy Valentine’s Day.♥︎"

[house-foxglove]

alright you talked me into it, i'll post about my dark fantasy estern setting. (its unedited and my "double you" key is on the fritz but FUCK IT HERE"S MY THING:

The setting of Gut of the West is set in two epochs; the 1st is as the est is just beginning with its expansion into other directions, the God of the West promising his people that he would grant his power to one who proved himself holier than him. Then the 2nd here one of the god’s children sacrificed his life to make that possibility a truth. He spread his divinity in all directions so that any creature living, born, or dead could hold the power of a god and take his station, both in title and in function.

Directions

There are seven divine Directions in the world of Gut of the West: North, South, East, West, Down, Yonder, and the Center.

West

Color: Black (iron)

Topics and Themes: Colonialism, fanaticism, religious pressure, devotion, manifest destiny

The West is the most powerful growing direction in recent millennia. In the West the story of how a man gained the status and power of a god was when he tamed and bridle the Spirit of the West, a far more ancient and primal being than the man. But still he broke it. And as such earned mastery and ownership of the entire West. Since then the technology of the West had grown exponentially. The taming of iron and coal and steel led to the creation of machines powered by the minerals and treasures of the earth. Those that the God of the West found worthy he turned into Saints. Wise men of their craft and loyal to the point of giving their life in the name of the God.

The first was the Patron Saint of Arms, St. Gatling. A master engineer and savant in the combustive arts. He created many weapons that roared with the sound of God’s voice, and struck down others like lightning. When his people were under threat by foreign armies Gatling used his greatest weapon yet, but died along with the opposing forces. For his genius and sacrifice the God of the West raised him again so he may continue his work in devotion.

The est is pretty much looks like anywhere between late 1700’s and the very late 1800’s. The further est you go the more towards the current present it looks with even the Capital city of Horizon having automobiles.

The true history is that the God of the est as a warlord ho organized and army to bring don the Spirit and chain it. He then at the hole of it. Ate the entire body of the Spirit of the est and as imparted with the power of a god. From this power he rules the est, but is hungry for more, and he cannot be satiated. He oversaw and warped the development of technology so it would suit his purposes of extending his borders. To corrupt the iron of the Railroad to dig its nails in the ground and take root. Splintering spreading iron that digs into the soil, and it contracts. It pulls and drags the soil and ground of all other directions into itself. Devouring all land in all directions into the gut of the est.

Most citizens are religious to a degree. Some join certain branches of the faith of the est like the Church of St. Gatling and the Saint of Spirits. Both of whom have been stripped of their humanity, no turned into servitors and puppets of God. They ill play the part the people believe them to be, but its monstrous self is hat the God has made them. The curtain of sainthood covers the horror within.

This truth is hidden from all westerners. The citizens of the est are encouraged by their god to go into the w0rld and lay don roots that the west may eventually reach. Missionaries that move to other directions and prepare a way for the est to come. Servants of the Railroad and the Gun plotting and conspiring to spread the rails across the land, even so far as to build mine carts into the earth.

Notable steeds are horses in many varieties and breeds.

North

Color: White

Topics and Themes: Consuming, cannibalism, harsh environment,

A frigid archipelago made up of islands of dirt and ice. The people of the north are hardy and superstitious. There can be little vegetation found in the north, but the peoples of the north have extensive taboos surrounding eating flesh. The most severe taboo to break is cannibalism, to eat another person’s flesh is deemed an abomination, not just the act, but hat succumbing to that hunger does to a person. The more people a cannibal eats the more they grow, becoming a giant that hungers for human flesh and thirsts for human blood. Not many are able to quench or keep this desire don. Some are able to keep their composure and humanity after consuming it, but it takes a great amount of willpower. All monsters in the north are creatures that resorted to eating another one of their kind.

Northerners appearance and complexion depend on the region and islands they are from. Their skin color can range from a deep tan and caramel across the hole of it, to a pallid hite tone in the northwest. Those in the northwest There are a number of different tribes, peoples, and clans in the north. One of which lives with living stones of ice, nomadic glaciers that travel along currents.

The notable steeds of the north are musk oxen, buffalo, ice bulls, and moose.

East

Color: Yellow

Topics and Themes: Poaching, corruption, stewardship, sisterhood,

A windblown desert, crags and canyons, pillars of stone jut from the earth like fingers of a hand hose palm lies beneath the soil.

The Spirit of the East manifests through the ind and weather. Dominating the skies are giant eagles ho mastered the ind and could fly with and against it. The eagles earned the respect of the ind and gave them the power to wield it. The greatest of eagles could create tornadoes and bring rain. Warriors caught lightning in their talons like a fish in a lake.

One day a woman found an eagle’s egg fallen from a nest. She wanted to return the egg to the nest in order to not draw the eye or ire of the eagle, but she could not climb up the cliff to return it. So she brought it to her home. There she made a nest of her for the eagle egg, she fended off thieves both animal and man who wanted to eat the eagle egg. Eventually it hatched and the sky thundered. The mother eagle heard it hatch and flew down in a rage only to see a human woman throwing her on body on top of her hatched child, protecting it from snakes, coyotes, and men. The mother eagle cried splitting the air and deafened all the attackers sending them fleeing. The mother eagle as thanks offered to teach the woman how to master the wind. So the first of witches as made. An art and spiritual practice passed don from mother to daughter, master to student. The oldest of witches ere called crones. Their faces beaten by the ind after years of dancing with and mastering it.

The peoples of the east typically have rich brown skin and deep black hair, their eye colors range from the darkest colors of the night sky. They live in family units, but seasonally all come together to a community camp here the wind is light and not harsh. Here they can harvest seasonal foods and compete against each other in daring sports of kite surfing.

Notable steeds are hippogriffs, and itch brooms.

South

Color: Red

Topics and Themes: Debts (emotional and monetary), servitude/enslavement, intimacy, devotion,

This direction has seen much turmoil among many ages. From a deep canyon of beasts to a massive ocean ruled by salt, and then the receding of the ocean against the land rising up from its once buried position. No the south is a massive samp and bayou, ith salt ponds and grottoes the further south you go toards the horizon and the ocean. The soil of this land as magic, suffused ith the poer of the Spirit of the South. Those that are buried in the ground and owe a debt may be raised as revenants ith human bones and dirt fat and skin. They may be raised due to a promise or agreement they made with someone in life that can be evoked and enforced by a miracle orker. Or from the sheer emotional eight and poer associated ith that promise raising them.

In the South there are those ith the rare vocation of being a miracle orker. One ho has a connection ith the earth and the south and its people. Ith faith and devotion they can enact miracles, such as raising someone from the dead by invoking their promise as ell as using a number of tokens, trinkets, and objects chosen by the miracle orker for their subject specifically.

But some miracle orkers are orkers for debt collecting companies and banks. If someone oes a debt then in their contract it states that they ould be risen and continue to ork in order to pay off their debt. These revenants are knon as “poor sods”, indentured servants in death that are not alloed to lie in their grave to sleep. Hen their debt is paid off it is up to them if they ish to keep living again. Their ork may have worn down their bones and injured them, causing them to have a painful existence therefore choosing to rest. Others ill keep on, taking solace in joy in their loved ones, their hobbies, and their living.

Down

Color: Green

Topics and Themes: Freedom, debauchery, sympathy, rebellion, mean spiritedness, temptation

The only direction a fall may take. And all ho live don in the ground is fallen in a ay. The Spirit of Don is knon as the Pit Mammoth, a titan ith shaggy black fur, Long shark tusks, a trunk that is the body and head of a venomous snake, and and deep fire that burns from its eyes and mouth. The mammoth hears all ho are desperate deep inside the earth. All ho are buried under the eight of the orld, in the ground or standing on it. Those trapped and crushed, the confined and claustrophobic ho scream to anything and anyone that ill listen. Once the names of their family runs out, the names of their friends, and the names of hatever gods they orship. Hen they pray to anything at all, the mammoth listens, and it offers a ay out, a ay don. If they accept the mammoth’s invitation they are fall through the earth into the mammoth’s fire and is permanently changed. They gro horns, their skin turns green, and fire burns from their eyes, but the darkness of their irises still pierce through the fire. They typically take on a number of animalistic features; ranging from cloven hooves, eyes of goats and frogs, scales, cat ears, heifer noses, and tails of all sorts.

Many devils despise being referred to as “below, beneath, and under” they don’t ant to be referred to as lower than something else, that nothing else is inherently better than them. A devil’s freedom is one of the most valuable things they have. Many take the stance of live and let live. And some devils do return to the surface and atch as the people ith the blue above them go about their lives. Sometimes interferring. These anderlusting devils observe and/or interact ith those they have taken a fixation of. It could be someone ho ent through similar experiences as them in their old life and feel sympathy for them, so they may try to establish a friendship ith them, or even extend an invitation don themselves. This invitation does not turn the invitee into a devil, hoever.

Though devils revere freedom andto restrict another’s freedom is looked don upon, there are some devils ho relish in wielding their power and freedom against others. Those that play with another’s life as though it were a toy to be abused and discarded. Devils avoid tunnels near their dens.

Yonder

Color: Blue

Topics and Themes: Grudges, family ties, xenophobia, passing as something else, song and history

Hanging in the sky shines the moon, its milky blue shape changing ith the days, and by doing so changing the territories that shine toards the surface. The lands of the moon in Yonder are not physically concrete. The phases of the moon changing are in truth hich territory of the moon canids shines toards the orld, and therefore connects them. Hile one phase of the moon shines, hen not shining don on all other directions the other phases of the moon life in perpetual night. Hen the full moon shines the olves look don on the orld, for the half moon are the coyotes, and for the foxes the crescent moon. These boundaries and territories of the moon were established over years of war and feuds between clans of canids against their own kind and others. In addition to their peoples’ howls and songs the canids of the moon could speak language like a human, and were sentient in their own right, their own people.

Among those ho live on the moon the oldest story of the great blue Yonder’s creation is hen the sky as still black. One day a fox that lived on the dark side of the moon began to hop and dig into the midnight sky, and as it dug it found light. It shoed other foxes ho to leap into the night and find ells of starlight. This is ho the foxes made the stars in the sky. But one fox dug too deep and too ide, its tail got caught in the starlight and caught fire. The fox tried to find anything that ould put it out, but the brightness of the sun blinded the fox, so it runs across the sky to this day.

Regardless of its origin the sun’s light shines on the moon and gives it shape and tangible borders. Once the sun shone on the moon olves, coyotes, and foxes began to establish territory as opposed to the unified survival in the dark of perpetual night. Years and centuries of ars over lands beteen packs and clans of canids led to the no current borders and lands of the moon. Set for the olves like a table as the Full Moon, here the most of the sun’s light shone. Next as the Half Moon for the coyotes, not as strong as the olves but ith tricks of their on. They could race across beams of light cast by the moon to the surface and hunted there. Then the Crescent Moon for the foxes, the ones ho gifted light in the first place. But foxes adapted and continued their art of sneaking through the darkness, and using the shadows to protect themselves.

There was a clan of humans that would wear the skin and fur of animals and would take on some of their power. One day a man wore the skin of a coyote he had killed and approached another who was departing back to his home. The man in the coyote skin asked how the coyote could travel to and fro to the moon. The coyote thought he was looking at a sagging elder who had forgotten how to return to his homeland, so patiently he showed the man wearing the skin of his kind how to tread upon the moonbeams back to the moon. Later more men with skins of coyotes came to hunt on the moon, making traps for all the beasts and taking their skins to sell or wearing them to fight them. In these skirmishes the wolves took a man and forced him to show how they skinned a creature and how they gained power from it. Once the man had fearfully instructed them how to do it properly they killed him and took his skin. And so wolves learned by the humans’ example.

Some canids found a way to poison themselves and their skins so that any human that wears it will go into a fit of sneezes, having a cursed allergic reaction to the fur and cause them to go feral and behave as a rabid animal. Those that stray too far from the moon for too long, are banished from it, or damn it entirely lose the spark it gives them, dimming their mind and turning them wild. These became the wild beasts of the wilderness, as well as the first dogs.

Center

Color: Purple Humans are creatures from the center and in ancient days spread in nearly every direction. Human ancestry, and Directional ancestry. The center only created the valley, where all humans came from. All other directions created their own life, trees and animals, to match their whims and the materials they had to work with.

The 2nd epoch began when the God of the West attempted to consume the Center and destabilize the borders between all Directions. But when he did, his son, the Railroaded, threw himself in front of the tracks. The spilling of his blood as the center was no more led to the divine nature of his life was spread across all directions. With the loss of the center all of Order is destabilized though it is difficult to tell. [[Wayward Chaos]] begins to take form once again, one manifestation is the [[Silver Saltfields]] which serve as a purgatory and transition realm where living beings are broken down and cast into the chaos to feed it and make it grow and return to the world to the state of existence it was once in before the Directions were created.

[soup-of-the-daisies]

Prongsfoot Week

Day 6: Thoughts for this Ship?

SFW

Who cooks?

James cooks. 100%. He enjoys cooking and used to do it with his parents, so now he does the cooking at home.

Sirius, by contrast, would probably find a way to burn water (and then make it a science experiment)

Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?

Sirius is the cleanest. He likes things tidy, and he likes to tidy; he likes things organised, and he likes to organise. He also really enjoys cleaning things, and he tends to be the one to do the dishes.

James leaves things EVERYWHERE. He uses a million and one things while cooking. Sirius doesn’t mind because he likes cleaning it up.

Who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown?

Sirius. James can barely put a key into the ignition. Sirius likes to tinker with explosive materials.

Living space has a leak! Who fixes it?

Both! They wave a wand and it’s fixed. Magic is… magic.

Who buys the groceries?

They do it together :) James gets everything and Sirius trails after him with the shopping basket.

Going out to eat: Who pays? Who orders the most food? And who has dessert?

They pay every other time: one time James pays, the other time Sirius does. Their finances are shared anyway, but the gesture is what matters here!! They tend to order an equal amount of food, and they both have dessert.

Would they go to the beach?

Yes. Sirius may burn to a crisp and will be under an umbrella at all times. He’s also slathered in sun cream (or a charm, if that exists). James basks in the sun and wants to play mermaids.

Who knows how to swim? Who doesn’t?

They both know how to swim. James is better at it: he was taught by his parents during the summers. Sirius was taught sparingly, as the Blacks do not enjoy being bit nude. James started to give him extra lessons after Sirius ran away.

Is someone multilingual? Do they try to teach another language to the other? How does it go?

They’re both multilingual, because of their childhood education.

Any pets? Or plants?

Padfoot is enough pet >:( no more pets needed. James has a cactus though.

Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

Both!! Preferably together, because it ‘saves water’ (it doesn’t). Bubbles are a must for the relaxing baths.

Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least?

James is bad with silence. Sirius isn’t, not really, but he’s nothing if not a James Pleaser so he does successfully manage to fill silences. James talks the most and Sirius the least, but it’s a close thing.

Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

James conks out at nine usually, while Sirius is a bit of an insomniac and, if he does fall asleep, falls asleep late. James sleeps the most, but he’s a light sleeper; Sirius needs to be woken up with a cannon ball.

Who is the highest maintenance? Does the other mind?

Sirius is high maintenance, in the sense that he’s a bit insecure sometimes. James is easy to please where Sirius is concerned, and he doesn’t mind that Sirius needs assurances of love and devotion sometimes.

Vacation ideas: who decides them? Where would they go, if anywhere?

They decide with each other. They’re an equal partnership and can’t help but discuss potential holiday at length. James, without fail, wants a cultural hiking holiday; Sirius wants to go tropical, despite the fact that he isn’t built for heat.

NSFW

How often do they have sex, if at all?

Whenever they’re in the mood! So sometimes multiple times a day, sometimes only once a week. They just like to be with each other and sex is only one part of being with each other.

Who brings ideas? Who initiates?

Both equally!

Any kinks they clash on?

No.

Oddest place they’d have sex?

On a broom. It was very dangerous and James never wants to do it again. Sirius does.

Favourite positions?

Cowgirl (boy?) and a very sticky missionary, because they’re both really clingy.

Dom/top? Sub/bottom? Any switches?

Switches. They enjoy both positions.

Genital headcanons?

I’ve honestly never thought about. Smaller, larger, slight curve or perfectly straight—it doesn’t really matter to me lol.

Favourite erogenous zones?

For James it’s the thighs and chest, for Sirius it’s the hips and the neck.

Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs?

No turn offs for either of them!! Quickest turn ons for Sirius is when James is all sweaty from practice, and for James is when Sirius is mean to people.

First to orgasm? Last to orgasm? Who comes the most? Does someone ever end up unfinished?

This honestly depends on what they’re doing, who’s on top, who’s got the other’s dick in their mouth, etc. If they’re on top the one to bottom tends to be the first to orgasm. One of them does end up unfinished sometimes: during a quickie, and interruption, or a revoke of consent. For the latter neither of them really mind it.

Favourite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm?

Whispering ‘I love you’ against a jaw, moaning ‘you’re incredible’, saying ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you’. Sirius likes to press his forehead against James’ clavicle and just breathe him in, clutch him close. James nuzzles and sighs contentedly.

How are their afterglows?

Calm, sticky, and cuddly. They’ll talk a bit about everything and nothing, or they’ll have a good nap. Lots of slow kisses.

Who’s loud? Who’s quiet? Does one try to make the other louder/quieter? How?

James is, surprisingly, rather quiet, and so is Sirius. This is mainly because they grew up with old (fashioned) parents who are kind if prudish. They do try to make each other louder by demanding that they ‘want to hear’ the other, but they often revert to being really quiet out of habit.

Lights on or off? Do they look at each other? Or is someone embarrassed?

Lights ON. Prolonged eye-contact. No embarrassment. They are in each other’s pockets to a disgusting degree and literally do not feel any awkwardness. One of them could produce a long fart and they’d still be all mushy mushy.

Open or closed relationship? Do they sometimes share?

They’re open to sharing, but they’re also rather jealous so they’d rather not. Lily is one of the few people they’re both okay with.

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On January 6th 1981, the Scottish author AJ Cronin died in Switzerland.

AJ Cronin was born in Cardross, Dumbartonshire in 1896. He was a fine athlete as well as an outstanding student; qualifying in medicine at Glasgow with top honours. He worked at the Rotunda, Dublin, and on the Clyde before moving to Tredegar in Wales. He was a Medical Inspector of Mines, and was involved in the mining disaster at Ystfad colliery in which 38 miners drowned, and drew on these experiences in his writing. He moved on to Harley Street in London and finally established a very successful practice at 152 Westbourne Grove in Notting Hill, west London, where he practised until 1930.

Cronin’s writing career began when he was given six month’s bed rest for a digestive complaint. While convalescing from an attack of gastric ulcers on a lonely farm in the Highlands, he wrote Hatter’s Castle in 1931, about a Scottish hatmaker obsessed with the idea of his noble birth. It became a best seller. In the United States, a reviewer for The New York Times found it a work of a novelist “destined for the seats of the mighty.”

Thereafter, Dr. Cronin devoted himself full-time to writing. In 1935, he wrote The Stars Look Down, the story of a North England mining community that quickly captured attention. While The Times of London said the author had “a bent for melodrama,” The New York Times found him “uncannily like Dickens.” In 1941, the book was made into a highly praised film directed by Carol Reed for M-G-M. Story of Missionary in China.

The Citadel again drew on Mr. Cronin’s own experiences. It was the story of a young Scottish doctor in a Welsh mining village who sets up a fashionable practice in London and realizes the values of the life he had abandoned.

When The Keys of the Kingdom was published in 1941, it passed the half-million mark in sales and was a Book-of-the-Month Club selection. The hero of the novel was a self-sacrificing Catholic priest sent by his superiors into long service as a missionary in China.

By 1958, the total sales of his books in the United States alone had passed the seven million.

Arguably Cronins most well known work is ‘Dr. Finlay’s Casebook, about a pair of Scottish doctors sharing a practice. It became one of the longest-running British television series.

A J Cronin died at the age of 84 in a clinic in the village of Glion, near Montreux, Switzerland, where he had lived for the last 25 years of his life.

The pics include a curios advert for Ballenitins’s an American brewery, the campaign created a series of ads with at least thirteen different writers. They asked each one “How would you put a glass of Ballantine Ale into words?” Each author wrote a page that included reference to their beer

His 1952 piece for Ballantine was done as a reminiscence of his first taste of Ballantine in America, just after a well-played round of golf:

My first meeting with Ballantine Ale is still vivid in my memory.

It was a sweltering summer day at York Harbor, Maine, shortly after I first came to these United States. I thought it would be a memorable day because I shot the lowest golf score I ever made — a 72.

But in the locker room after the game, a friend said: “Try a Ballantine.”

I did — straight from the icebox. And as it flowed over by parched throat — tangy and refreshing in every swallow — I realized with a big thrill that my search for my favourite beverage was ended. I had always like ale, but here was something lighter, something better than anything I’d ever had abroad.

Well, my discovery outweighed by golf course. I remember that day as the time the “three rings” first rang the bell for me.

The last pic is of his grave at Cimetière de La Tour-de-Peilz La Tour-de-Peilz, District de la Riviera-Pays-d’Enhaut, Vaud, Switzerland

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SAINT OF THE DAY (October 1)

On October 1, Catholics around the world honor the life of St. Thérèse of the Child Jesus, or St. Thérèse of Lisieux on her feast day.

St. Thérèse was born on 2 January 1873 in Alençon, France, to pious parents, both of whom were canonized by Pope Francis on 18 October 2015.

Her mother died when she was four, leaving her father and elder sisters to raise her.

On Christmas Day 1886, Thérèse had a profound experience of intimate union with God, which she described as a “complete conversion.”

Almost a year later, in a papal audience during a pilgrimage to Rome, in 1887, she asked for and obtained permission from Pope Leo XIII to enter the Carmelite Monastery at the young age of 15.

On entering, she devoted herself to living a life of holiness, doing all things with love and childlike trust in God.

She struggled with life in the convent but decided to make an effort to be charitable to all, especially those she didn’t like.

She always performed little acts of charity and sacrifices, not caring how unimportant they seemed.

These acts helped her come to a deeper understanding of her vocation.

She wrote in her autobiography that she had always dreamed of being a missionary, an Apostle, a martyr – yet she was a nun in a quiet cloister in France. How could she fulfill these longings?

“Charity gave me the key to my vocation. I understood that the Church had a Heart and that this Heart was burning with love.

I knew that one love drove the members of the Church to action; that if this love were extinguished, the apostles would have proclaimed the Gospel no longer.

The martyrs would have shed their blood no more.

I understood that Love comprised all vocations, that Love was everything, that it embraced all times and places...in a word, that it was eternal!

Then in the excess of my delirious joy, I cried out: O Jesus, my Love...my vocation, at last I have found it...My vocation is Love!”

Thérèse offered herself as a sacrificial victim to the merciful Love of God on 9 June 1895, the feast of the Most Holy Trinity.

The following year, on the night between Holy Thursday and Good Friday, she noticed the first symptoms of tuberculosis, the illness which would lead to her death.

Thérèse recognized in her illness the mysterious visitation of the divine Spouse and welcomed the suffering as an answer to her offering the previous year.

She also began to undergo a terrible trial of faith, which lasted until her death on 30 September 1897.

“Her last words, ‘My God, I love you,’ are the seal of her life,” said Pope John Paul II.

Since her death, millions have been inspired by her ‘little way’ of loving God and neighbor.

Many miracles have been attributed to her intercession. She had predicted during her earthly life that “My Heaven will be spent doing good on Earth.”

She is popularly known in English as the 'Little Flower of Jesus,' or simply the 'Little Flower.'

Pope Pius XI beatified Thérèse on 29 April 1923 and canonized on 17 May 1925.

Saint Thérèse was proclaimed a Doctor of the Church by Pope John Paul II in 1997 — 100 years after her death at the age of 24.

She is only the third woman to be so proclaimed, after Saint Catherine of Siena and Saint Teresa of Avila.

She is the patron saint of missions and of florists.

St. Thérèse wrote:

'You know well enough that Our Lord does not look so much at the greatness of our actions, nor even at their difficulty, but at the love with which we do them."

[pastorralffriedrichs]

Straight from Hope Ministries Sanctuary.

Blessings to you all. Another beautiful day given to us from above. I want to share this devotion this early morning with you

Your daily thoughts can limit your

Potential

When my mother went to be with the Lord and I stepped up to minister , every thought told me that I couldn’t do it.

I wasn’t qualified.

I didn’t have the training.

I was too quiet. If I had believed that report,

I would have missed my destiny.

That’s why the Scripture says, “Be careful what you think.” It gives us a warning. Your thoughts set the limits for your life. All that came to my mind were negative, fearful, intimidating thoughts. I had to do what I’m asking you to do. I didn’t just keep thinking those thoughts because they showed up. I didn’t dwell on them and believe they were the truth. I tuned them out and got in tune with God. On purpose I thought, “I can do all things through Christ. I am strong in the Lord. I’ve been raised up for such a time as this. I thank the lord that I’m equipped, empowered, and anointed.”

Thoughts told me, “Nobody’s going to listen to you, Ralf.

You don’t have anything to say.” Instead of believing those lies, I would say, “Father, thank You that Your favor is causing me to stand out.

Thank You that people are going to like me and be drawn to me.

When they see me on video or radio or Internet, they can’t turn me off.” If I had not gotten in tune with God and thought these power thoughts, I wouldn’t be where I am today.

Start thinking your own power thoughts and do it today.

Scripture Reading:

Mark 1:9-15

A voice came from heaven: “You are my Son, whom I love; with you I am well pleased.”

Mark 1:11

We might think that the world-changing and history-making beginning of Jesus’ ministry would begin with a major announcement. We might expect that this would come out as a big deal—like when a nation’s president or prime minister is elected.

But the heavenly declaration that opens Jesus’ ministry is rather low key. It is also rather private—Jesus hadn’t yet gathered any disciples or followers to witness this event.

What’s more, the heavenly power does not swoop in like a great eagle with exposed talons. Instead it is described as gently arriving like a dove. The Spirit of God, who had hovered over the waters of creation (Genesis 1:2), similarly graces the person of Jesus, giving us a sign that a new creation is getting under way and that this new effort will also be good, very good. Here in Mark we are given the heavenly insight that Jesus is the unique and truly loved Son with whom God is well pleased.

No matter what you think of yourself, here is a wonderful hint: God has come into the world with the loving intention of bringing about a new creation that includes you. What in your life needs to be re-created by the transformation and blessing of Jesus Christ? Jesus himself declares in verse 15: “The time has come. . . . The kingdom of God has come near. Repent and believe the good news!”

Thank you, God, for introducing me to Jesus and including me in what Jesus came to do. Help me to live as part of his new creation.

His Timing Is Perfect

. . . that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.

—Romans 12:2

God has a plan for the life of every Christian. Every circumstance, every turn of destiny, is for your good. It is working together for completeness. His plan for you is being perfected. All things working together for your good and for His glory. As a young Christian, Ruth, my wife, wanted to be a missionary, as were her father and mother. But God had other plans for her life. Changing circumstances revealed God’s will to her, and she was happy where God had placed her. So many of us ask God to change the circumstances to suit our desires, instead of us conforming our wills to His. Don’t let circumstances distress you. Rather, look for the will of God for your life to be revealed in and through those circumstances.

Let's pray

How often I want to run ahead of Your leading, Father. Let me trust You completely and realize that in the midst of all the events of this day, You are working out Your will for my life.

"The Spirit of God, who raised Jesus from the dead, lives in you....." Romans 8:11

Here in the book of Romans the Apostle Paul boldly states, that ‘the same power that raised Jesus from the dead, the same Spirit, lives in us also’.

That means, we have resurrection power running through our veins. We are radically and supernaturally transformed when we accept Jesus into our lives. Jesus lives in YOU. The Spirit of God has made His home in YOUR heart.

That is why Jesus rose again. That is why He laid down His life for you. When we accept Jesus and ask Him to be our God and live in us, when we repent and accept His forgiveness for our sins, He comes into our lives, so we no longer can stay the same. We are being transformed each day but His Spirit, and radical love.

That is who you are. That is your purpose. That is why we are alive. To accept Him and be transformed by Him, to live for Him and experience all of His blessings for your life.

So the next time you feel overwhelmed by sickness, challenges or despair, remember,

the same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead dwells in you.

You may have been burdened by an addiction, fear or worry, but there’s nothing that can stand against the power of God.

Rise up and declare by faith, “Who the Son sets free is free indeed." John 8:36.

I am restored and healed in the name of Jesus!” As you rise up in faith and declare the Word of God, you are activating His power within you—the same power that raised Jesus from the dead!

So thank the Lord for His Spirit of Holiness Who raised Jesus from the dead. In light of this truth, make it a goal to learn how to totally surrender to the Spirit’s leadership of your life moment by moment. When you yield yourself fully to Him, you tap into His power: "the same power that raised Christ from the dead." Romans 8:11.

Dear Lord, I don't know who or what will cross my path today. But I do know that You are my Rock and my Fortress. You are my Shield and my Strong Tower. Help me to anchor myself to You today. Teach me how to stand strong in You and choose only Your way today. Help me walk by Your truth and not my feelings. Help me to embrace anything that comes my way as an opportunity to see You at work and as an opportunity to point others to You. Thank You that You love me and nothing can ever take that away from me! Even if I fail today and fall short, You whisper Your unconditional love deep into my soul and remind me that Your mercies are new every morning. That truly amazes me, Lord. Thank You for meeting with me today. Would You wake me again tomorrow with the same sweet whisper of Your love? I can't wait to meet with You again.

In Jesus' Name, Amen.

May God always bless you and may you all go through life with Jesus Christ in your life

https://ralffriedrichs.info

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DCLM Daily Manna Devotional 9th January 2024 by Pastor W. F. Kumuyi — Spirit Of Giving

DCLM Daily Manna Devotional - Spirit Of Giving

The Topic of Deeper Life Daily Manna Devotional for 9th January 2024 Is “Spirit Of Giving“

Text:  Now ye Philippians know also, that in the beginning of the gospel, when I departed from Macedonia, no church communicated with me as concerning giving and receiving, but ye only” (Philippians 4:15). KEY VERSE: Philippians 4:15-20 (KJV) 15 Now ye Philippians know also, that in the beginning of the gospel, when I departed from Macedonia, no church communicated with me as concerning giving and receiving, but ye only. 16 For even in Thessalonica ye sent once and again unto my necessity. 17 Not because I desire a gift: but I desire fruit that may abound to your account. 18 But I have all, and abound: I am full, having received of Epaphroditus the things which were sent from you, an odour of a sweet smell, a sacrifice acceptable, wellpleasing to God. 19 But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus. 20 Now unto God and our Father be glory for ever and ever. Amen.

DAILY MANNA FOR TODAY

A poet wrote, “What I gave away I saved, what I spent I used, what I kept I lost. Giving to the Lord is but transporting our goods to a higher floor. In defiance of all the torture and malice and might of the world, the liberal man will ever be rich, for God’s providence is his estate.” The verses under consideration reveal Apostle Paul’s commendation of the Philippian church for ministering to his needs. Members of that church gave sacrificially and supported the apostle’s ministry heartily. Paul appreciated the gifts, and the spirit of love and devotion with which the brethren gave. Missionary, evangelical outreach support and welfare giving to the needy in the church is honoured and acceptable to God. What Christians give in support of missionary and evangelical work is regarded as an offering brought to God. When you remember what Christ did on the cross for you, it should not take long preaching before you give willingly to the Lord. Believers are called and constrained to give their best to God and His work as a mere expression of love for what He has done for them. However, like the Philippian brethren, God expects you to give yourself to Him first. You must accept Christ as your Lord and personal Saviour; and then give the best of your time, talents and treasures to Him. Your giving should not be limited to special funds and church projects but to the needy. The Lord Jesus Christ commended givers, revealing that whatever we give to the brethren, the needy and the poor, is lent to Him. He also promised that we will not lose our reward in time and eternity. THOUGHT FOR THE DAY We get by giving; get more by giving more. THE BIBLE IN ONE YEAR Matthew 20-21 Read the full article

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Church Planting: Expanding God's Kingdom

Church growing is a core aspect of evangelism and discipleship in the Christian belief. It involves establishing a brand-new regional church or churchgoers in an area where there is little or no existing presence of Christianity. This strategic endeavor seeks to satisfy the spiritual requirements of individuals and neighborhoods, spread out the Gospel message, and eventually bring glory to God. Through church planting, followers proactively take part in the goal to grow God's Kingdom.

Planting a church is not merely regarding beginning a brand-new spiritual company; church planting is about establishing an area of confidence where individuals can come across God, experience fellowship, and grow in their connection with Him. This procedure often starts with a tiny team of devoted individuals or a missionary team that share a typical vision for reaching out to a certain place or market.

One of the key motivations behind church growing is the need to reach the unreached. There are still many people all over the world who have never listened to the Scripture or had the opportunity to reply to Christ's love and redemption. Planting churches allows followers to directly engage with these areas, bringing the hope and transformative power of the Gospel to those that require it one of the most.

One more substantial advantage of church planting is the potential for promoting community advancement and social improvement. As churches are established, they often come to be centers of influence within their communities. They can deal with social concerns, use different kinds of support, and advertise positive adjustment. Through acts of solution, outreach programs, and collaborations with regional companies, church plants can make a concrete effect on the lives of individuals and whole communities.

Church growing is not without its difficulties. It needs confidence, perseverance, and a deep rely on God's stipulation and assistance. Planters need to browse social, linguistic, and logistical obstacles, along with conquered spiritual opposition. However, with prayer, preparation, and the support of like-minded believers, the rewards of seeing a new church settle and thrive far surpass the troubles. Browse here now for more insights related to church planting.

Final thought

Church growing is a crucial goal for the growth of God's Kingdom. It permits followers to get to the unreached, establish neighborhoods of confidence, and impact society for Christ. By proactively joining church growing initiatives, followers take part in the great commission of making disciples and growing God's Kingdom below on earth. They enter into a worldwide activity of followers that seek to transform lives and bring hope to the globe with the power of the Gospel.

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More Than 200 Pastors Attended the Bible Seminar Held at Shincheonji Church in Daejeon on the 11th

"The guidelines of my lifetime, which had been my dream of overseas missionary work, have completely changed. Now, with confidence and unwavering faith in the word, I will devote myself to ministry based on the words of Shincheonji Church of Jesus."

A pastor who has been in the ministry for 30 years expressed his feelings about attending the Shincheonji Bible Seminar held in Daejeon.

The encouraging response of pastors who attended the Bible Seminar hosted by Chairman Lee Man-hee of Shincheonji Church of Jesus, the Temple of the Tabernacle of the Testimony (hereafter referred to as Shincheonji Church of Jesus) is drawing attention.

Shincheonji Church of Jesus held a Bible Seminar at Shincheonji Church in Seo-gu, Daejeon, at noon on the 11th. Of the 2,000 participants, there were 200 pastors from established churches, proving the pastors' interest in the word of Shincheonji Church of Jesus and a distinct change.

These interests and changes are interpreted as being a result of the efforts of Shincheonji Church of Jesus. Shincheonji Church of Jesus has held several meetings with pastors this year to present solutions for the shared growth of Korean churches.

On the same day, Chairman Lee Man-hee gave a 'Lecture of the Physical Fulfillment of the Whole Book of Revelation' for one hour, summarizing the key points of prophecies and the physical realities of Revelation which pastors are most curious about.

Chairman Lee said, "You must understand and believe only God's unchanging words," adding, "If you are a promised shepherd of God, you will do what was promised," and added, "Jesus also said, 'Even though you do not believe me, believe the works.' It is the same for today. If you see what was done and it's right, you have to believe it," he stressed.

Furthermore, "We need to know this word and the physical fulfillment in order to be said as 'not adding to or subtracting from [Revelation]'. Reading the Bible continuously is not everything," he said, adding "We must trust the Book of Revelation correctly and make it ours."

He also stressed that those who have mastered the new covenant should have true faith and said, "This is absolute, and those who ignore it and oppose it will not be saved." 

"The believers of Shincheonji are evangelizing with absolute faith in God's words," Chairman Lee said. "Let's be colleagues who go to heaven together."

Participants often responded with "Amen" or applauded and listened to Chairman Lee's lectures. There were also many audience members who saved the contact information that was shown for those who wish to inquire about follow-up education in their mobile phones.

A pastor confessed, "It is the reality of the Korean Christian community that denominations continue to be divided and antagonized," adding, "I was touched that Shincheonji Church of Jesus held seminars and meetings to inform all believers of the word of Revelation."

Also, a former pastor who worked for 10 years said, "I was challenged as a pastor because I felt the sincerity of Chairman Lee who tried to let the believers know the words of Revelation," adding, "After listening to the word today, I confirmed that the words of Shincheonji Church of Jesus are the most biblical, and I want to serve as a bridge to connect the people who misunderstood with Shincheonji Church of Jesus."

A citizen who attended the Bible Seminar also said, "It seems that the believers of Shincheonji have not lost their clear and clean images and bright smiles despite the misunderstandings and persecution of the world. I thought it was a one-time opportunity to show off their volunteering activities such as the large-scale blood donation event, but the sight of Shincheonji believers living their lives dedicated to volunteer work for the achievement of Revelation is moving in and of itself." 

Meanwhile, the Matthias tribe of Shincheonji broadcasted the live seminar at the branch churches located in Cheongju, Cheonan, Gongju, Seosan, Asan, Sejong, and Nonsan for pastors and regular saints who were unable to attend the Bible Seminar.

The Bible Seminars of Shincheonji Church of Jesus for the second half of this year began in Seoul on the 7th and continued to Daegu on the 15th, Busan on the 18th, and Gwangju on the 21st.

For more information, please visit: https://www.youtube.com/@ShincheonjiChurch_en

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DCLM daily manna 9th April 2023 devotional -- HE IS RISEN!

DCLM daily manna 9th April 2023 devotional -- HE IS RISEN! DCLM DAILY MANNA 9th April 2023 DAILY DEVOTIONAL FOR TODAY BY PASTOR W.F KUMUYI -- HE IS RISEN! DCLM DAILY LIFE 9th April 2023 DAILY DEVOTIONAL FOR TODAY BY PASTOR W.F KUMUYI -- HE IS RISEN! DEEPER LIFE DAILY LIFE DCLM 9th April 2023 BY PASTOR W.F KUMUYI -- HE IS RISEN! More Of DCLM Daily Manna messages Here You May Also like: Dclm daily manna devotional - Needless Suffering You May Also like: Dclm daily manna devotional - No partisan spirit please You May Also like: knowledge is power by Pastor Kumuyi TOPIC: HE IS RISEN! DCLM Daily Manna for today 9th April 2023 Devotional | HE IS RISEN! You May Also like: DCLM Daily Manna by Pastor Kumuyi -- What is missing? DCLM Daily Manna for today 9th April 2023 Devotional | HE IS RISEN! DCLM Daily Manna 9 April 2023 Devotional | HE IS RISEN!

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DCLM Daily Manna Devotional for today By Pastor W.F Kumuyi - HE IS RISEN! You May Also like: Dclm daily manna devotional - Power in the name of Jesus Click here for more DCLM daily manna for today 2023 devotional It is advisable that you prayerfully and meditatively read the text first TEXT: Mark 16:1-8 (KJV) And when the sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome, had bought sweet spices, that they might come and anoint him. And very early in the morning the first day of the week, they came unto the sepulchre at the rising of the sun. And they said among themselves, Who shall roll us away the stone from the door of the sepulchre? And when they looked, they saw that the stone was rolled away: for it was very great. And entering into the sepulchre, they saw a young man sitting on the right side, clothed in a long white garment; and they were affrighted. And he saith unto them, Be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place where they laid him. But go your way, tell his disciples and Peter that he goeth before you into Galilee: there shall ye see him, as he said unto you. And they went out quickly, and fled from the sepulchre; for they trembled and were amazed: neither said they any thing to any man; for they were afraid. You May Also like: DCLM Daily Manna by Pastor Kumuyi -- Divine command against divorce KEY VERSE: “And he saith unto them, Be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place where they laid him.” – (Mark 16:6) You May Also Read: From sinking to singing DCLM Daily Manna by Pastor Kumuyi here You May Also Read: past DCLM Daily Manna by Pastor Kumuyi here You May Also Read: Yesterday's DCLM Daily Manna by Pastor Kumuyi here (Deeper life daily manna dclm 2022)

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MESSAGE: Writing his epistle of epic proportions to the Roman brethren from the city of Corinth during his third missionary journey, Apostle Paul would refer to Jesus his Lord as the “Christ that died”. But suddenly in the same 34th verse of Romans 8, Paul remembered that the narrative of the Saviour’s crucifixion did not end on the tree or in the tomb. There was a greater story that followed, namely the resurrection of Jesus. So, very quickly, he changed the reference to Jesus as the One that “died, yea rather, (the Christ) that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us.” The apostle’s recollection of the events that announced the victory of our Lord over death and sin which we are commemorating today actually celebrates the power of God to raise the dead to life. The sisters left home early at sunrise for the grave of Jesus to apply spices on His corpse as part of honouring the Master they believed was dead. But the women discovered that there was no dead body to be referred to but a risen Christ. The story had changed into a newer glory than the earlier one. Being born again through the perfected work of the Messiah also makes us rewrite our history. We tear the old one to make way for a fresh relationship piloted by God Himself with a picture of ourselves seated in heavenly places with Christ. The Lord’s new status as the resurrected One makes that possible. As Jesus broke out from the grave, faith in the risen Lord also liberates us from the grip of the old man perennially trapped in death and sin. The Lord expects us to live a victorious life and to tell the despondent world that we have met a Saviour who has conquered sin and its consequences of misery, poverty, sickness and death. Let us preach to mankind that it is only this resurrected Lord who can restore joy to them. THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: Receive the risen Christ to rise above crisis. BIBLE IN ONE YEAR: Acts 3-4 DCLM DAILY MANNA 9 April 2023 DEVOTIONAL You May Also like: Dclm daily manna devotional - Envy is dangerous MEDITATION: You May Also like: Declare your triumph by Pastor Kumuyi DCLM DAILY MANNA 9 April 2023 DEVOTIONAL PRAYER POINTS: HYMN: You May Also like: Deeper life daily devotional - excess provision in famine by Pastor Kumuyi (daily manna for today 2022)

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Click here for more DCLM daily manna for today 2023 devotional The sweetest and biggest thing to ever happen to you is to make a decision to be saved through JESUS CHRIST. If you have not made that decision. Please make that decision now and say " Lord Jesus forgive me for my sins and have mercy on me, thank you for dying for me on the cross, take me as your son / daughter and be my father. THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME, in JESUS CHRIST NAME AMEN. If you just prayed this prayer of salvation now, please find a bible believing church where you can grow in the love and the Word of God and fellowship with them. God bless you Please don't forget to share with your friends and families on social media so they can be blessed and be blessings to others. God bless you Click here for more deeper life daily manna DCLM devotional DEEPER LIFE DAILY MANNA DCLM DEVOTIONAL WAS WRITTEN BY PASTOR W F KUMUYI who is the founder and General Superintendent of the Deeper Life Bible Church.

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My Utmost for His Highest

October 18th The key to the missionary devotion For His name’s sake they went forth. 3 John 7. Our Lord has told us how love to Him is to manifest itself. “Lovest thou Me?” “Feed My sheep”—identify yourself with My interests in other people, not, identify Me with your interests in other people. 1 Corinthians 13:4–8 gives the character of this love, it is the love of God expressing itself. The…

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10 Women Who Changed the Face of India with Their Achievements

India has produced many women of great talent, strength, and character who have changed the face of the country through their achievements and contributions. These women have made an indelible impact in fields such as politics, arts, science, sports, and more. In recognition of their exceptional accomplishments, here are ten women who have shaped the history of India.

Inspiring women in India

1. Indira Gandhi

India's first female Prime Minister, Indira Gandhi, served two terms in office and remains one of the country's most influential political figures. She played a key role in India's independence movement and worked towards modernizing the country's agriculture and industry.

2. Mother Teresa

Mother Teresa was a Catholic nun who devoted her life to helping the poor and the sick. She founded the Missionaries of Charity in Kolkata and received numerous honors for her humanitarian work, including the Nobel Peace Prize in 1979.

3. Kalpana Chawla

Kalpana Chawla was an Indian-American astronaut and the first Indian woman to fly in space. She flew on two Space Shuttle missions and made invaluable contributions to aeronautics and space exploration.

4. Kiran Bedi

Kiran Bedi is a retired Indian police officer and social activist who rose to prominence for her innovative and effective approaches to law enforcement. She was the first woman to become an Indian Police Service (IPS) officer and has since become a leading voice for reform in the Indian criminal justice system.

5. Sania Mirza

Sania Mirza is a former professional tennis player and one of India's most successful athletes. She has won numerous titles, including six Grand Slam titles in doubles and mixed doubles, and was ranked as the world's number one in doubles.

6.Kiran Mazumdar-Shaw

Kiran Mazumdar-Shaw is the founder, chairman, and managing director of Biocon, India's leading biopharmaceutical company. She is a pioneer in the field of biotechnology and has been recognized as one of the world's leading businesswomen. She is one of the inspiring female entrepreneurs for all Indians.

7. Aruna Roy

Aruna Roy is a social activist and political leader who has worked towards promoting transparency, accountability, and people-centred governance in India. She was a key figure in the Right to Information Movement and the recipient of numerous awards for her work.

8. Chanda Kochhar

Chanda Kochhar is a former CEO of ICICI Bank, one of India's largest banks. She played a major role in transforming the bank into a leading financial institution and was recognized as one of the world's most powerful women by Forbes magazine.

9. Rani Laxmi Bai

Rani Laxmi Bai is one of India's most famous freedom fighters and a symbol of resistance against British rule. She led her army against the British during the Indian Rebellion of 1857 and is remembered as one of India's greatest warriors.

10. Sushmita Sen

Sushmita Sen is a former Miss Universe and one of India's leading actresses. She has won numerous awards for acting and is a successful entrepreneur and philanthropist.

Conclusion

These ten inspiring women in India have changed the face of the nation with their achievements and contributions. They have broken barriers, inspired others, and left a lasting impact on the country and the world. They serve as a source of inspiration for future generations and remind us of the limitless potential of women.

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19th July 1896 saw the birth of AJ Cronin, the Scottish novelist and doctor.

For one short period Archibald Joseph Cronin was the highest-earning novelist in the world, outselling even Agatha Christie, and he is credited with encouraging the foundation of the National Health Service.

Born as Archibald Joseph Cronin in Cardross, Dumbartonshire, A J lost his father when he was young to tuberculosis and the family moved to Dumbarton, where he was educated at the Academy , before they moved again to Yorkhill, Glasgow and  he attended St Aloysius' College. He was a fine athlete as well as an outstanding student; going on to study at Glasgow University qualifying in medicine at with top honours. 

He worked at the Rotunda, Dublin, and on the Clyde before moving to Tredegar in Wales. He was a Medical Inspector of Mines, and was involved in the mining disaster at Ystfad colliery in which 38 miners drowned, and drew on these experiences in his writing. He moved on to Harley Street in London and finally established a very successful practice at 152 Westbourne Grove in Notting Hill, west London, where he practised until 1930.

Cronin’s writing career began when he was given six month’s bed rest for a digestive complaint. While convalescing from an attack of gastric ulcers on a lonely farm in the Highlands, he wrote Hatter’s Castle in 1931, about a Scottish hatmaker obsessed with the idea of his noble birth. It became a best seller. In the United States, a reviewer for The New York Times found it a work of a novelist “destined for the seats of the mighty.”

After the success he enjoyed with his first novel  Cronin devoted himself full-time to writing. In 1935, he wrote The Stars Look Down, the story of a North England mining community that quickly captured attention. While The Times of London said the author had “a bent for melodrama,”

The Citadel drew on Mr. Cronin’s own experiences. It was the story of a young Scottish doctor in a Welsh mining village who sets up a fashionable practice in London and realizes the values of the life he had abandoned. It was made into a film starring Robert Donut.

 The New York Times found him “uncannily like Dickens.” In 1940, the book was made into a highly praised film directed by Carol Reed for M-G-M. 

The Citadel again drew on Mr. Cronin’s own experiences. It was the story of a young Scottish doctor in a Welsh mining village who sets up a fashionable practice in London and realizes the values of the life he had abandoned. Agaon it was made into a film starring Robert Donut. The Citadel did not go down well with the medical profession and Cronin made enemies in the medical profession, there was a concerted effort by one group of specialists to get The Citadel banned.

When The Keys of the Kingdom was published in 1941, it passed the half-million mark in sales and was a Book-of-the-Month Club selection. The hero of the novel was a self-sacrificing Catholic priest sent by his superiors into long service as a missionary in China.

Arguably Cronins most well known work, at least here at home, is ‘Dr. Finlay’s Casebook, about a pair of Scottish doctors sharing a practice. It became one of the longest-running British television series. Dr Finlay practised in the fictional town of “Tannochbrae”. The first few episodes of the original TV series were filmed in Milgavie, filming moved to Callander. The 90’s reboot was filmed in Auchtermuchty, Fife. But I hope I have demonstrated in this post that  A J Cronin was not just all about Dr Finlay, which he didn’t start writing until 1952 by which time he had over 20 works published and was a very well established author.

By 1958, the total sales of his books in the United States alone had passed the seven million!

There have been numerous adaptations of his works made into Film  and television series.  The Citadel alone has been made into a Film once and a TV mini-series 4 times, the latest being in 2003 in Italy. Doctor Finlay has seen two TV  adaptations through the years A J  Cronin died at the age of 84 in a clinic in the village of Glion, near Montreux, Switzerland, where he had lived for the last 25 years of his life. He is buried in Cimetière de La Tour-de-Peilz,  La Tour-de-Peilz.

Cronin may have spent many years away from Scotland, but oor country was always in his heart and thoughts, I love this quote from him;

“Although I have travelled the world over I must say in all sincerity that my heart belongs to Dumbarton… In my study there is a beautiful 17th century coloured print of the Rock… I even follow with great fervour the fortunes of the Dumbarton football team.”

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Who was “Papasan Choi” (Or Sang Ik Choi, or Bong-choon Choi)?

△ Pictured:  (left to right) Sun Myung Moon, Young Whi Kim, Bong Choon (Sang Ik – Papasan) Choi and Bo Hi Pak Sang Ik Choi, also known as Papasan Choi and Bong-choon Choi, in Japan he was Nishikawa Masaru, was a prominent figure in the Unification Church. Born in South Korea in the 1920s, he was one of the early followers of Sun Myung Moon, the founder of the church. Prior to joining the Unification Church, he was a Holiness minister. It was also revealed during the Koreagate scandal that he was in fact a KCIA agent. 

Throughout the early years of the church, Choi played an integral role in its growth and development, and was highly regarded by other members for his deep faith and devotion. He was known for his dynamic teaching and witness activities and was seen as a key figure in spreading the message of the Unification Church in South Korea, Japan, and the United States.

In the early days of the Unification Church, Choi was took part in the pikareum, though he had publicly denied this and even shown disapproval over these acts. His involvement with the church led to his friendship with prominent Japanese businessman Ryoichi Sasakawa, who was a strong supporter of the church in Japan and provided financial support to its growth and development.

Choi was also involved in various business ventures, some of which were associated with the Unification Church, while others were independent. This likely played a role in connecting him to Sasakawa, as they both had business interests in Japan and worked together on various ventures in the country, including real estate development and the import-export of Korean goods. It is likely that they met through these business dealings and formed a professional relationship based on mutual interests and goals.

In the United States, he was involved in the establishment of several Unification Church-related organizations and companies, including the International Cultural Foundation and the Little Angels Performing Arts School. These organizations aimed to promote the teachings of the Unification Church and to better understand Korean culture and values. 

Papasan Choi also played a role in the establishment of the Washington Times, a conservative newspaper that was considered to be a voice for the Unification Church and its political views. He was a strong supporter of Ronald Reagan and was involved in various political campaigns, including the 1988 presidential campaign of George H.W. Bush. Despite his achievements and contributions to the Unification Church, Papasan Choi was not without controversy, with some former members accusing him of being involved in financial irregularities and exploiting members. However, these claims are disputed by current members of the church.

Papasan Choi's relationship with Sun Myung Moon was strong and he was at one point considered to be one of the key figures in the Unification Church, joining Moon on his world tour. He had a strong relationship with the Zainichi Yeon-soo Lim (Onni Durst), a key figure in Moon’s honey-pot activities in Japan who later became a missionary in the Bay Area. Choi had been connected to Prime Minister Nobusuke Kishi as well, and Yoshio Kodama, who was known for his involvement in organized crime and had a controversial reputation. 

In Japan, Papasan Choi was sent as a missionary and faced many challenges in building the church in the early years. Despite the opposition he faced from other religious groups and Japanese society, which was unfamiliar with the teachings of the Unification Church, he persevered with the help of Sasakawa, eventually establishing a strong presence for the church in Japan. 

In the Bay Area, Papasan Choi founded Booneville, a community in Northern California that was designed to be a model of the ideal society according to the teachings of the Unification Church. He laid the foundations of Booneville, though he was re-assigned to a different mission as the activities there began to pick up with constant new recruits. During the Koreagate scandal, Sang Ik Choi was accused of being a South Korean intelligence agent who was involved in a lobbying campaign to influence US government policy toward South Korea. It was alleged that he was a close associate of Tongsun Park. He was implicated in the bribery of US government officials and in illegal campaign contributions to a number of US politicians, both Republicans and Democrats. The allegations against him were part of a broader investigation into corruption and influence-peddling in the US government by the Korean Central Intelligence Agency (KCIA). His work as a KCIA agent has never publicly disclosed or admitted by the Unification Church. 

Papasan Choi's relationship with the church changed and he eventually came to the conclusion that Sun Myung Moon was not the messiah. He left the church and went on to pursue other religious and spiritual pursuits, although he remained highly regarded by some former members of the church for his deep, practical faith and vision.