"Continuing Time - 98 - Lord November" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moran Daniel Keys)

And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the only-begotten Son of God, begotten of His
Father before all worlds, Light of Light, Very God of Very God, Begotten, not
made, being of one substance with the Father; by Whom all things were made.
Who for us men, and for our salvation, came down from Heaven; and was incarnate
by the Holy Ghost of the Virgin Mary, and was made man.
And was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate; He suffered and was buried.
And the third day He rose again according to the Scriptures.
And ascended into heaven, and sitteth on the right hand of the Father.
And he shall come again with glory to judge both the quick and the dead; Whose
kingdom shall have no end.
And I believe in the Holy Ghost, the Lord, the Giver of Life, who Proceedeth
from the Father; Who with the Father and the Son together is worshipped and
glorified; Who spake by the Prophets.
I believe in one Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church.
I acknowledge one Baptism for the remission of sins.
I look for the resurrection of the dead.
And for the life of the world to come.
Amen.
An hour later they had drunk all of BearТs coffee. Father Michael sat quietly in
his chair, arms crossed across his chest, coat drawn tightly about himself.
УYesterday,Ф Bear began.
Father Michael nodded.
УWhen they blessed usЧthat vicious happy shit scares me worse than anything
thatТs ever happened to me in my life.Ф
Father Michael said quietly, УIt scared me too. But it was just some form of
electric ecstasy, I imagine.Ф
УNo. ItЧФ Bear searched for words. УIt wasnТt electric ecstasy, Father. I tried
juice on an induction helmet; it scared me and I didnТt do it again, but it
wasnТt anything like this. The juice is impersonal, Father. It doesnТt care
about you. But that damn blessingЕcould almost make a man believe in God.Ф
УMost of us want to believe, Bear. In Something. God the Father, or the Goddess,
Allah or Jehovah or KrishnaЕyou few who need to be convinced are true rarities.Ф
УIt wasnТt electric ecstasy, Mike. Whatever it wasЕФ CoronaТs voice took on a
puzzled note. УIt could make a man believe.Ф
Father Michael nodded. In the last twenty-four hours heТd told people who asked
him, more times now than he could remember, that the alien blessing had been
some sort of broadcast electric ecstasy, certainly nothing more. But he did not
believe it himself. He remembered that moment, would remember it until his
death, the rolling, thunderous, lasting joy that had seized them all with the
invocation of the alien god Haristi.
Only death itself could erase that memory of joy.

Monday, October 10, 2049: The suiting room was too small for the number of
people that it held, and the ceiling glowpaint was too bright and too harsh.
Embedded in the east wall of the suiting room, a five-meter wide window looked
out across the dead, cold Ganymean surface.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
It seemed more than a bit clichщd; but there was comfort in the words, and he
could not think of another psalm that was more appropriate. He could see the
Bible in which those words were printed, Father DonnellyТs cracked and faded red