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Bitterness is one of the ways by which the devil makes sure that this manifestation does not happen. God is love and so should his children be. Have you ever done something for somebody and expected a thank you and there was absolute silence? What about a false accusation? Were you abused as a child or are you still being abused, betrayed or rejected?
Have you ever been a victim of rape? Dismissed from your job unjustifiably or undermined at the work place? How does it feel when it is a wife, a husband or a loved one? It hurts even the more. If you are hurting as a result of being bitter or you want to help someone Destroy the Destroyer will assist you. You will also find real interesting stories of people who lived in bitterness and how it affected their lives.
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Matthias Reinhard Hoffmann Language: Mohr Siebeck Format Available: Matthias Reinhard Hoffmann identifies an angelomorphic portrait of Christ in certain passages of Revelation and provides possible reasons for the inclusion of an angelomorphic Christology: Angelomorphic Christology is not regarded as an isolated christological concept. In turn, the author compares angelomorphic Christology with the prominent Lamb Christology of Revelation.
A comparison of these concepts reveals that both Lamb and angelomorphic Christology serve the purpose of contrasting different functions of Christ. The functions correspond with the implied perception of Christ by his followers on the one hand and his opponents on the other. Accordingly, Christ appears to be an eschatological juridical figure described in angelomorphic patterns to his opposition, while he is perceived as salvific redeemer in form of the Lamb by those who believe in him.
Such a christological perspective draws on traditions from the Exodus narrative, namely the features of the Passover Lamb and the Destroying Angel. Further, equality between God and Christ is established despite an angelomorphic portrait of Christ: So immersed in the size difference between them, I zoned out completely.
The noise level fell away. His eyes were bright and wide, and his skin already sweaty from the humid air. He was calm and steady, and the slight flash of his relaxed face in my direction told me of his confidence, especially when he winked at a few girls.
There were very few moments in my life that I could remember feeling like I was on the edge of my seat. My world had always been a safe one. I had two religious parents that had stressed the importance of education in our poverty stricken lives; both of them combined resulted in strict parenting that kept me sheltered for most of my upbringing.
I had gone about my days according to schedule, and the predictability had dulled my joy in life. He was found hanged in the woods with a suicide note. It had been a shock to Mom and me, and we were suddenly facing the world in dire circumstances. Without him, we were struggling. She lost the plot and took her faith to extremes, and I was virtually on my own in my suffering. It was like stepping out of a cage in the middle of the jungle, alone.
Safety was immediately stripped from you, and you had nobody to depend on but yourself. But when Ryker came to pick up the pieces, it took away the pressure in life and I was halfway out of that cage.
It was only until now, standing in this derelict warehouse, that I began to really see and feel things I never did before. The excitement stemmed from the unpredictability — and not just in the fight, but in everything Hedley had to offer. It was a dark and cold place where people were desperate for money — so desperate, in fact, they resorted to fighting like this. He shook his head almost as if to regain clarity and moved away from the large opponent I quickly learned was aptly named Tank.
Without realizing it, I was holding my breath and wincing at every punch thrown from both opponents. Sometimes they hit air, and other times they hit flesh. And the sound of grunts and heavy panting so close to me only added to the reality of the fight. This was real, and I was more emotionally invested than I thought I could ever be. My eyes were glued to him. These were strong, perfectly aimed hits that you could actually hear amid the screams.
Heath had a damn good fist and he was strong as hell. Some things never change. Heath was taller, leaner and lighter on his feet. Tank, on the other hand, was all bulk, moving slower than him.
Heath might as well have been running laps around the large man. Soon, Tank was out of breath, swinging tiredly at him while turning redder in the face. Steroids may have helped him look like a Gladiator, but it served absolutely no purpose in his cardio longevity.
And when Heath stepped in more and more, closing the distance, I was left gobsmacked. The crowd went berserk as they watched him attack Tank. Punch after punch after punch… And then an uppercut that sent the man tumbling back, falling gracelessly. Mists of blood and sweat mingled in the air around him. The room went quiet. And when that moment passed, it was filled with cheers and screams. But instead, Heath just stood there too, wiping the sweat off his face with the back of his hand.
His chest rose and fell and rose and fell, until he finally caught his breath. There was a hollow, blank expression planted there on his face, and those eyes seemed distant and cool as they travelled around the room. When Heath got into his zone, he was scary. He fought from within and it took him far away from the present.
Everyone surrounded him, shouting their praises, patting him everywhere. I pushed through the dispersing crowd, knowing it was pointless getting his attention now. Invisible as always, I hurried out of there without a problem. I was waiting by his truck when the warehouse exploded with bodies flooding out of the doors. Loud chatter and excited hoots filled the air as they went to their cars, or down the sidewalks in groups. I clutched the strap of my backpack filled with my belongings with one hand and faced the truck.
I stared at the body, remembering the summer Ryker and Heath had spent getting it to work. The brothers fought nonstop, especially when Heath — an apprentice mechanic that was very familiar with cars — kept trying to get Ryker to do as he was told. Loving Lawson Loving Lawson 1 by R. Lewis One Allie I had to walk three blocks in the scorching heat at night to get to the derelict, graffiti ridden warehouse.
It was pathetic if you asked me. What a hellhole… Voices of dozens of people invaded my hearing.
Dismissed from your job unjustifiably or undermined at the work place? And with the atevi world at war, the only safe landing strip lies on the human colony at Mospheira.
This was real, and I was more emotionally invested than I thought I could ever be. Soon, Tank was out of breath, swinging tiredly at him while turning redder in the face.