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Credo
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2023 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: belief
“I have a mechanistic view of the universe,” the raccoon said. He said it carefully and deliberately, aware of the two other people in the room, and where that room was.
The pastor, a slightly younger canine, gave the raccoon a slight smile as he processed the statement. The raccoon’s younger brother furrowed his brows, his ringed tail hanging slackly as he also thought through what his sibling had said.
The older brother took the time to run a fingertip along the dark mask of fur around his eyes. He was otherwise meticulously groomed and, in deference to the weather, was wearing a pair of trousers and a short-sleeved shirt.
The canine glanced around his office at the church, taking in the framed diplomas on the walls and the shelves of religious literature as if searching for a weapon he could take off its rack and use in the upcoming battle. His expression retained a confident smile.
The younger brother huffed a breath through his nose. “Brother, I know you’re not Christian – “
“I never said that.”
“ – But can’t you at least set it aside for a day?”
“Are you saying that Heaven isn’t a ‘Land of Youth?’ A place where there’s no pain, no illness, and everything’s beautiful?”
The pastor frowned.
“And neither of you raised any objection when I included the very same phrase in Dad’s eulogy,” the raccoon pointed out. “I’m the older brother, and I claimed the right to do the eulogy for Mom.” He made an offering gesture with one paw. “You can do it, if you want.”
The younger brother shook his head and looked at the pastor. The canine gave up looking for something that could succeed in piercing the argument. “All right,” the pastor said.
“That’s settled, then,” the older brother said, carefully folding the single sheet of paper bearing the words Tír na nÓg before placing it in his shirt pocket. The Land of Youth was a sort of Heaven.
He had always been eclectic in his choice of philosophies, and Mom had been of Irish descent. Inwardly, he steeled himself for the task of getting up in front of the family and delivering the eulogy.
Not to mention the occasional glares from his younger brother. He and other members of the family took advantage – twice, now – to preach at him and generally prod him into joining their particular flavor of Protestantism. A few had given up, which suited the older brother just fine.
end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2023 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: belief
“I have a mechanistic view of the universe,” the raccoon said. He said it carefully and deliberately, aware of the two other people in the room, and where that room was.
The pastor, a slightly younger canine, gave the raccoon a slight smile as he processed the statement. The raccoon’s younger brother furrowed his brows, his ringed tail hanging slackly as he also thought through what his sibling had said.
The older brother took the time to run a fingertip along the dark mask of fur around his eyes. He was otherwise meticulously groomed and, in deference to the weather, was wearing a pair of trousers and a short-sleeved shirt.
The canine glanced around his office at the church, taking in the framed diplomas on the walls and the shelves of religious literature as if searching for a weapon he could take off its rack and use in the upcoming battle. His expression retained a confident smile.
The younger brother huffed a breath through his nose. “Brother, I know you’re not Christian – “
“I never said that.”
“ – But can’t you at least set it aside for a day?”
“Are you saying that Heaven isn’t a ‘Land of Youth?’ A place where there’s no pain, no illness, and everything’s beautiful?”
The pastor frowned.
“And neither of you raised any objection when I included the very same phrase in Dad’s eulogy,” the raccoon pointed out. “I’m the older brother, and I claimed the right to do the eulogy for Mom.” He made an offering gesture with one paw. “You can do it, if you want.”
The younger brother shook his head and looked at the pastor. The canine gave up looking for something that could succeed in piercing the argument. “All right,” the pastor said.
“That’s settled, then,” the older brother said, carefully folding the single sheet of paper bearing the words Tír na nÓg before placing it in his shirt pocket. The Land of Youth was a sort of Heaven.
He had always been eclectic in his choice of philosophies, and Mom had been of Irish descent. Inwardly, he steeled himself for the task of getting up in front of the family and delivering the eulogy.
Not to mention the occasional glares from his younger brother. He and other members of the family took advantage – twice, now – to preach at him and generally prod him into joining their particular flavor of Protestantism. A few had given up, which suited the older brother just fine.
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Raccoon
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 44.8 kB
Listed in Folders
Enjoyable. Thoughtful.
A treat to read.
Made me think of homilies. That was always the most interesting part of mass for me.
Hearing the pastor's interpretation of these ancient stories and how the themes and morals
applied to modern problems of the world.
Would definitely read more of this older brother's universe views :3 Philosophy is fun
A treat to read.
Made me think of homilies. That was always the most interesting part of mass for me.
Hearing the pastor's interpretation of these ancient stories and how the themes and morals
applied to modern problems of the world.
Would definitely read more of this older brother's universe views :3 Philosophy is fun
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