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Our Morning Offering – 8 May – It Were My Soul’s Desire

Our Morning Offering – 8 May – The Third Sunday after Easter It Were My Soul’s DesireAnonymous 11th century Irish Prayer It were my soul’s desireTo see the face of God.It were my soul’s desireTo rest in His abode. Grant, Lord, my soul’s desire,Deep waves of cleansing sighs.Grant, Lord, my soul’s desireFrom earthly cares to rise. It were my soul’s desireTo imitate my King,It were my soul’s…

When I died the first time, it didn’t hurt. The second time was much more excruciating. This is the story of the third time. 

As you have probably guessed by now, I am not a normal person. I am immortal. Kind of. I was given the job of doing something, and I am not able to move on or ‘die’ until I have completed it. The problem is, I don’t know what it is that I am supposed to be completing.

You’re probably wondering why I want to escape immortality. Good question. Honestly, though, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. 

That’s not to say I wanted to escape immortality to start with. The first life was fun, because I just did what I wanted to. No need to worry, because if I messed up, who cares? I could always start again. So I lived a relaxed and happy life. Then I died. Death took away my life. Literally.

Everything I had worked for. Gone. Everything I had craved. Gone. Everyone I had loved. Gone. 

And then I was reborn. But no one remembered me. My two granddaughters, both of whom I met, didn’t recognise me. It was even worse than losing them - watching them lose me and be unable to help. 

So, in my second life, I decided to love no one. Care for no one. Because then, when I inevitably died and was reborn, I wouldn’t have to suffer again.

But I was wrong. Doing that did not stop me from suffering. If anything, it increased it. With nothing to love, I became exceedingly lonely. I had pushed away the chance of getting relationships. It was even shorter than I expected before, at the age of 25, I gave in to alcohol and drugs.

It was not long after that that I killed myself in a drunken daze, with a beer glass, and as I gradually bled to death, that somehow, a purpose became clear to me - that I was in this execrable cycle to achieve something significantly urgent. 

So, I dedicated my third life to finding what that something was.

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Quote/s of the Day – 9 April – Repentance

Quote/s of the Day – 9 April – Easter Friday, Readings: Acts 4:1-12, Psalm 118:1-2, 4, 22-27, John 21:1-14 “Simon Peter, when he heard that it was the Lord,girt his coat about him, (for he was naked)and cast himself into the sea.” John 21:7 “ How odd, my brethren! …Peter gets into the boat without anything onand jumps into the sea fully clothed! (…)Those who are guilty always cover…

Hi! Hope you're enjoying your day. Let me take thirty seconds to tell you who I am. Basically: I'm a guy who writes a lot. I'm currently working on quite a few different books, but my main focus is on a book I've named 'Third Time Lucky' (although I'm not sure whether it quite fits the plot? Tell me below in the comments!). The book is on a man who is immortal - kind of. He can die, but he is continuously reborn. It's his third life, and he needs to find out why he can't just simply die...

Quote/s of the Day – 16 January – “Cast Upon Us a Look of Mercy”

Quote/s of the Day – 16 January – Saturday of the First week in Ordinary Time, Readings: Hebrews 4:12-16, Psalms 19:8, 9, 10,15, Mark 2:13-17 “Cast Upon Us a Look of Mercy” “Those who are wellhave no need of a physicianbut those who are sick.I came not to callthe righteous but sinners.” Mark 2:17 “For John came,neither eating nor drinking and they said,‘He is possessed by a demon.’The Son of…