Post by JULIUS FORTESCUE on Mar 9, 2012 8:51:52 GMT -5
Alexander was not home, yet Julius could tell he had been depressed. The state of the apartment certainly alluded to such things. Beer cans littered the floor, as well as take out containers that were saturated with grease. Laundry that was forgotten on the floor begin to omit a foul odor, and dishes lined nearly every surface. And- dear God- one of those glasses had milk in it.... or what had been at one time milk. It was all that Max's fault. Evil man, who had surely been tempting his sweet brother to do evil deeds. With a heavy sigh, Julius began doing what he had determined to be his lot in life.
He cleaned up the messes of his little brother.
Father Julius Fortescue knew his little brother was sad. He sympathized. But, to be frank, it was best. In fact, Julius could not say he was sorry Max was gone. Now Alexander could find a nice and proper girl, of good value. Setting the pot of bouillabaisse down on the table, Julius found a trash bag and began cutting into the mess. Poor boy, in was sad to see him living in such a state. Another proof of the evil that Max had brought into their family. With a cheerful hum, Julius cleaned. He disposed of much of it, as much could not be salvaged and even more had no business still existing. He often had to stop to rewash his hands of the filth. But, even though he was filling his third trash bag, Julius could not help but have cheer.
Max was gone.
There was hope for Aisha to be saved.
And Alexander was free of evil snakes whispering in his ear.
God be praised!
Of course, there was a question of what happened between Max and Alexander. Now, this filled Julius with dread. But, no, Alexander would confess to all wrong doings, Julius was sure. And he would be cleansed and he would be forgiven. For that was Julius's nature. And Alexander would find comfort in his newly lightened heart. The Lord is near to those that have a broken heart, and he saves those who have a contrite spirit. Psalm 34:18.
Singing in a booming voice that carried the Lord's word through St. Mary's Holy Catholic Church, Julius seemed to want the whole apartment complex to know of his happiness.
It was a french hymn that he had been rather fond of since his early days, one which Alexander once sang so beautifully when he was a little boy, and it echoed through the apartment as it became livable. The trash was taken out. The dishes were done. The laundry was washed and folded. The floors were vacuumed and the surfaces dusted. Soon the smell of decay was replaced with the smell of bouillabaisse stewing and a faint after smell of lemon pledge. It would cheer Alexander's heart to see that Julius would not forsake him, as others might.
All would be well soon.
I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. Hebrews 13:5.
He cleaned up the messes of his little brother.
Father Julius Fortescue knew his little brother was sad. He sympathized. But, to be frank, it was best. In fact, Julius could not say he was sorry Max was gone. Now Alexander could find a nice and proper girl, of good value. Setting the pot of bouillabaisse down on the table, Julius found a trash bag and began cutting into the mess. Poor boy, in was sad to see him living in such a state. Another proof of the evil that Max had brought into their family. With a cheerful hum, Julius cleaned. He disposed of much of it, as much could not be salvaged and even more had no business still existing. He often had to stop to rewash his hands of the filth. But, even though he was filling his third trash bag, Julius could not help but have cheer.
Max was gone.
There was hope for Aisha to be saved.
And Alexander was free of evil snakes whispering in his ear.
God be praised!
Of course, there was a question of what happened between Max and Alexander. Now, this filled Julius with dread. But, no, Alexander would confess to all wrong doings, Julius was sure. And he would be cleansed and he would be forgiven. For that was Julius's nature. And Alexander would find comfort in his newly lightened heart. The Lord is near to those that have a broken heart, and he saves those who have a contrite spirit. Psalm 34:18.
Singing in a booming voice that carried the Lord's word through St. Mary's Holy Catholic Church, Julius seemed to want the whole apartment complex to know of his happiness.
"Je veux chanter pour le Seigneur
car il a fait éclater sa gloire!
Je veux chanter pour le Seigneur
car il a fait éclater sa gloire!
Qui est comme Toi, ô Seigneur
parmi les célestes?
Qui est comme Toi
magnifique en sainteté?
Dans Ton amour
Vous menez les gens.
Vous racheté
Dans ton amour.
Vous menez les gens!
Vous rachetés!
Je vais chanter!
Je vais chanter!
Je vais chanter!"
car il a fait éclater sa gloire!
Je veux chanter pour le Seigneur
car il a fait éclater sa gloire!
Qui est comme Toi, ô Seigneur
parmi les célestes?
Qui est comme Toi
magnifique en sainteté?
Dans Ton amour
Vous menez les gens.
Vous racheté
Dans ton amour.
Vous menez les gens!
Vous rachetés!
Je vais chanter!
Je vais chanter!
Je vais chanter!"
It was a french hymn that he had been rather fond of since his early days, one which Alexander once sang so beautifully when he was a little boy, and it echoed through the apartment as it became livable. The trash was taken out. The dishes were done. The laundry was washed and folded. The floors were vacuumed and the surfaces dusted. Soon the smell of decay was replaced with the smell of bouillabaisse stewing and a faint after smell of lemon pledge. It would cheer Alexander's heart to see that Julius would not forsake him, as others might.
All would be well soon.
I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. Hebrews 13:5.
