I Am Vilgoth, God Of Order?

"I protested I was not a warrior. Verily I made all the excuses and pleadings that I could imagine might have effect upon this rude company of beings. I demanded that the interpreter convey my words to Buliwyf, and yet he turned away and left the hall, saying this last speech: ‘Prepare yourself as you think best. You shall leave on the morning light.'"

Fulcher of Chartres noted that during the meeting with the council of dignitaries in the city of Clermont, France Pope Urban II gave an eternal decree to all Christians that were willing fight the war.2 He promised that any Christian who died in the defense of Jerusalem would be given remission of all sins. Pope Urban II explicitly states “I grant them through the power of God.”3 By giving such a promise that all sins would be forgiven in death, Pope Urban alleviated the fear any Crusader had of being punished by God of wrongdoing. For some that alone was enough justification to go to battle. This “promise” also gives greater

“ ‘They’re afraid of us. They want to capture you and learn more about us ----------- that’s why there’s the large reward. It isn’t just a question of the true image ---------- though that’s the way they’re making it appear what they’re seen is that we could be a real danger to them.’ “ (132).

“Vanguards, the protectors of the galaxy, you are next in line in the path of destructions for the Titans. But we Guardians can stop them if you help us. We can end this before it even gets to you,” John said.

The novel leaves readers with a quandary, Haynes writes, that resonates with a deep question faced eventually by everyone: How shall I respond to claims that God speaks directly to individuals, instructing them to behave in ways I judge to be immoral? Stating that God issues commands for what appear to be immoral acts raises at least the perception, and comes close to asserting, that God commands and controls evil as well as good. For satisfaction atonement, Jesus’ death is aimed at God or aimed Godward-the target of Jesus’ death is God’s honor or God’s law. God’s honor not only needs the death, but God also arranges for Jesus to die to pay the debt to God’s honor. The evil powers who oppose the reign of God by killing Jesus-whether the devil, the mob, or the Romans-are the ones who are actually doing the will of God, are doing God a favor by killing Jesus to provide the payment that God’s honor or God’s law demands. Since the death of Jesus is also professed to be good and salvific, this image has God orchestrating both good and evil-salvation for some of God’s children depends on God directing the death of another of God’s children. Weaver explains to the audience how God answers to our call, how he knows how to heal us when we are hurting, and answers to the question of “Why did Jesus have to die?” or “How does Jesus’ death save?”.

Everyone in Herot were singing, eating, and talking like always. I have always wanted to go to one of those celebration, but was never invited and last time I went everything turned out wrong. Even though I knew what was going to happen, I decided to go. I came out of the marshes and went straight to Herot. When I came out of the marshes there were no warriors there, they have all went to Herot, to celebrate. When I got to Herot, all of the warriors were asleep. I decided to go back to the marshes, but all of the sudden I felt someone attack me. It was Beowulf; he was attacking me from everywhere. I was screaming and swinging my arms, but it wouldn’t help. He began grabbing my arm and trying to tear it apart, but I kept on fighting back. I have never met no one with with such hard hands like his. It’s like Beowulf knew I was coming, that he stayed up all night waiting to attack me by surprise. The fight had finally came to a conclusion Beowulf had ripped my arm from my body and I was bleeding endlessly.

Forward the axe flew like lightning through the air, it’s spinning vortex leering at me as it seeks to cull my life. I raise my shield, a thundering THOOM! echoing across the battle as the axe sinks it’s teeth into the bulwark of my defense. I step forward my arm of sixty seven years wielding my broadsword like one would hold a lover’s hand and then the hymn of Asgard fills my soul. The gods accept my victory as they have many times before. My foe falls to my feet, life-less in this realm, but more alive than he ever has been in another. I am Vunrdum, warrior elite to Jarl Tyrnarion and legend for shield and blade. All my life I have fought, I have stood upon the ruins of the Paris wall. I have taken a life from all of the kingdoms

“One such soul lies before you. To claim your forebears’ power is your birthright and duty as king.” He

And now, for our sins, the enemies of the cross have raised blaspheming heads, ravaging with the edge of the sword the land of promise. For they are almost on the point, if there be not one to withstand them, of bursting into the very city of the living God, of overturning the sanctuaries of our redemption, of polluting the holy places of the spotless Lamb with purple blood. (Bernard of Clairvaux 126)

however it was not and he had to face him in battle. "My lord he doth

Gregor and I sauntered off together. I looked over the dead corpses to see if we had lost any valuable men. The ground had quite literally started to turn to sludge because their was so much blood. “I assume we will be making battle arrangements tonight, Gregor?” Gregor stared at a group of men all huddled in a circle “Yes, My lord.” He seemed to be curious on what was happening with the men over their “Come, Gregor.” Stepping over dead bodies we made our way to the men. About thirteen men stood around a boy, probably no older that 18, laughing. The boy held a spear in his hand swung it around wildly “I won't give up! I’ll defend the Reed’s go out till the end!” he was quite enthusiastic. I could see why they found it so amusing. I suppose his elders had

In my eyes, I am their Shepard and they are my sheep. I allow them to wander the pasture for a short time, however, as time passes I must eventually herd all of them back in. But, I am no God as I do not reign over this planet with immense power. Just like all walks of life I was born – bits and pieces of the earths ashes, the ocean waters and the skies air came together as one to form me. I am no different than mankind and just like any other animal, I must grow and learn. One must understand that, just like any animal, I have natural instincts. Similar to the wolves who must hunt their prey to survive; I must collect lives to continue my journey. I will admit, there is a half of me who enjoys the thrill of the chase: the half I know as Va. It must be controlled by my other half who is infatuated with the living: Ra. I am RaVa, the creator and destroyer of life on this planet.

The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean. Coming out of his mouth is a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations.

“All hail King Herod, the servant of Rome! All hail Herod!” my Jewish subjects shouted before me in sheep-like obedience. “Ah, how I love to hear my swine subjects glorify me. Scribe, write to Octavius and tell him that I am forever

The king, enraged at the response of those who had been invited, sent his army to avenge the death of his servants (verse 7). He then sent