"I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay,a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you." "Then it was you who wounded Aravis?" "It was I." "But what for?" "Child," said the Voice, "I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no-one any story but his own ." "Who are you?" asked Shasta. "Myself," said the Voice, very deep and low so that the earth shook: and again "Myself," loud and clear and gay: then the third time"Myself," whispered so softly you could hardly
hear it, and yet it seemed to come from all round you as if the leaves rustled with it."

from The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis


Sunday, September 27, 2009

every tribe & tongue & nation.

"Y cantaban un cántico nuevo, diciendo:
Digno eres de tomar el libro y de abrir sus sellos,
porque tú fuiste inmolado, y con tu sangre compraste para Dios
a gente de toda tribu, lengua, pueblo y nación."
Apocalipsis 5:9

"And they sang a new song:
"You are worthy to take the scroll
and to open its seals,
because you were slain,
and with your blood you purchased men for God
from every tribe and language and people and nation."
Revelation 5:9
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