New Rose: A Short Story

Raymond of Aguilers on the fall of Jerusalem, is a first-hand account on the siege of Jerusalem which reveals an insight into the war-tactics of the Christians, the overall violence of the event that took place, and the religious fanaticism of the Crusaders. While the text supplies many details on these features, from the perspective of Raymond of Aguilers, a chaplain who participated in the event,1 this paper will argue that the text overall is inaccurate as a historical account, and rather simply an exaggerated interpretation of what occurred. Based on the notion of the Crusader’s superiority as Christians, and the belief that their actions were sanctioned by God2 this paper will attempt to prove that the description is un-objective and biased.

A crusade has gone terribly wrong, almost a whole army killed by the hand of Turkish soldiers. The crusade consisted of peasants and soldiers led by Peter the Hermit. Calling

After granting many of those accused pardon after their confessions, the author learns the rituals and practices of the Christians. After hearing the descriptions of their meetings and assemblies without a direct causation to crime or disloyalty within community and proceeding to torture two deaconesses, the author concludes that such assemblies are “ordinary and innocent” and that their beliefs are only “depraved, excessive superstition” (4). Here, we not only see evidence of the aggressive sentiments of Roman authorities towards Christians, but also observe the Christians responsiveness from direct orders from the author. Due to the author’s forbiddance of “political associations,” the Christians no longer eat

The history of religion has been pervaded by offensive and aggressive wars even before the birth of Jesus Christ as the messiah of Christian eschatology. Yet, Jesus brought another dimension to the faith that was more pacifist as evident in his preaching and examples. Looking at the Gospels and the interpretation of Jesus’ teachings in the letters of Saint Paul to the different churches, there exist numerous references of justified violence in relation to Jesus and the expansion of the church on earth. This evidence represents a paradox, since it presents a messiah who is predominantly pacifist but condones or incites violence in some cases. The problem is therefore

" Dimitri ! Release me ! " . she yelled once more . It had been two days already and there where barely any signs of improvement in her condition . I was getting worried but I believed in her . She was so strong , I knew she would snap out of it . I remained silent and simply moved closer to take (1)her (2)hand . Or at least try to take (3)her (4)hand she wouldn't let me touch her since she had gone into this state . Every time I would come close or try to touch her she would try her best to move away , showing disgust through her eyes . It was painful for me to see but I knew this wasn't her . This was the darkness . However I couldn't help but think that the darkness was revealing what she never dared to tell me . Which is that she never saw me the same

Though many believe that receiving a single rose is extremely cliche, I found it to be the most thoughtful, yet riskiest, gift I have ever gotten. With strict parents, it is especially difficult to have any interaction with boys while simultaneously trying to avoid their condemnation. Because of this, all the males at my school would purposely distance themselves away from me, for the benefit of both themselves and myself from being confronted by my parents. This isolation from boys continued until my sophomore year of high school when one of my peers, who has admired me for quite a while, knocked on my door and handed me a single rose on my birthday. He not only remembered the most special day of my life, but also sacrificed himself to a verbal

Briar Rose spent the next several weeks learning more of healing than she'd even brushed upon before the war had broken out.

Corruption in the church ranged from the papacy to the local priests. The Great Schism weakened the papacy, and councils fought each other. Monastic discipline and scholastic excellence declined into lax rigor. Local priests were uneducated and positions of leadership bought by nobility for illegitimate children (González, 7-8). Europe’s people were polarized between trusting the church as they had for centuries and mourning their growing lack of trust as the church’s immorality spread.

Have you ever wondered what it was like to be a warrior in the holy wars? Well, you mightn’t want to. These wars included lots of torment and bloodshed of the religious leaders. These oppositions of religion were entirely wrong. Religious leaders showed hatred and anger to other religions, resulting in them having wars.

One day the sorcerer released darkness over all the land of Gwyndor, all the villages and towns of Gwyndor were destroyed and none who stood up to him succeeded. However on one fateful day all the inhabitants of Gwyndor came together, Men, Elves, and Dwarves marched onto the border of Azurg. A company of men led by the ruler

False king! Liar!” The Magi would turn against me with heinous, wolf-like grins as they initiated their revenge. The Romans, oh they are the worst. I can see them now! The Senate staring at me with their beady eyes and dagger-shaped teeth waiting to tear into me with their sardonic words about my reign. Oh, the agony! “I must find that boy,” I whispered to myself as one of my nearby servants overheard. “Oh, it is nothing, my girl. Carry on.” I instructed her. My nervousness grew as if it were a ghastly shadow enclosing my life. They should be at Jerusalem by now, but I could not help but think of the time before this event to ease my mind.

On one cold winter night by the oven-warm fire sat five children who had become friends and experienced a christmas miracle. Before that let’s take it back to a couple months before all that happened .One day in the autumn an old gentleman had gone away, and had rented his house to a family of little American children. Their mother was awfully sick so they moved from the U.S. to Italy. Then the next day they went to their backyard garden and they danced and sang. One day they’re kitten ran away and they chased after it to a big wall and saw big black eyes looking through the hole in the stones they were frightened and did not speak to the girl .The next day she was there again, and Rose, the oldest girl, went up to the wall and talked to her a little while. The girl told Rose that she had no kind father, no big brother or sister, and no sweet baby to play with and love. Her and her mother lived all alone in an old stone house that looked on a dark. They were very poor, and the mother was away from home almost every day, washing clothes and scrubbing floors, and working hard to earn money for her little girl . When the children found that she had no one to play with and was very lonely, they talked to her every day, and often brought her fruits and candies, and passed them through the hole in the wall they even pushed the kitten through but the hole was hardly large enough for her, and she mewed and scratched and was very much frightened. So then the father broke away an

A deep voice broke my angry thoughts for a second “So this is where you have been my little princess…” his eyes stared through me as he spoke “Yes grandfather… why are you here?” I spoke through my teeth trying to keep calm. His eyes finally focused on me when I asked that question “It hurts me you ask such a questions. I came to check on my lovely granddaughter…” his voice faked sincerity.

embarking in this holy war. The Kingdom was more than stone upon stone in a foreign land, but

Over a thousand years ago, a small Catholic parish waited nervously. There were at least a hundred among them. They were openly Christian, Catholic individuals. They waited in the bottom of a Roman stadium, prevented from entering the main ring by a metal gate. On the other side of this gate lurked various vicious animals and gladiators. These Catholic individuals were about to be slaughtered for their faith. They were indeed anxious—loved ones said their final good byes, friends gave one another their final farewells. However anxious, they were ready. They were prepared to unite their suffering to the cross of Jesus Christ. An old man walked up to a young adult who only just converted to Christianity, who then found himself corralled with the veterans who had been Christian for much longer than he. The young adult—still a boy in most respects—was very scared. The old man approached, greeted the young man, and kissed him on each cheek, saying “Peace be with you, my son.” The young man was caught off-guard, and astonished by this simple act of love. It steeled him for what was to come. The old man continued to go around doing this to the others who looked especially anxious, and the young man followed suit. Soon, all of the congregation were offering this sign of peace with each other, and in doing so, set a precedent that would be followed for two thousand years. They had prepared each other collectively for martyrdom.