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TM 138. Spirit
Aug. 6th, 2006 03:00 amScully tucked an errant lock of hair behind her ear, then bowed her head and made the sign of the cross. Rosary in hand, fingers grasping the cross, she recited the Apostles' Creed.
I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of heaven and earth; and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord; Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into hell; the third day He arose again from the dead. He ascended into heaven, and sits at the right hand of God, the Father Almighty; from thence He shall come to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the Holy Catholic Church, the communion of Saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body and life everlasting. Amen.
Fingers moved to the first bead and she said the Our Father.
Our Father, who art in heaven; hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil. Amen.
Rolling the beads between her fingers as she meditated on her Savior and his Mother, she recited three Hail Marys.
Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
The prayers fell from her lips as her mind dwelled on the mysteries of her faith, second nature to her after a lifetime of practice.
She'd been so lax lately, her devotion to her church falling by the wayside because of events in her life. It was when these events had threatened to consume her that she realized she needed her spirit and her resolve to be strengthened. That was when a small miracle had occurred. Mulder had presented her with a set of rosary beads, her own left behind when they'd been forced to leave the lives they knew in favor of escape. The miracle wasn't so much him giving her such a prominent symbol of her faith, but the fact that he'd given it to her when she'd needed it the most.
"Fox, it's beautiful," she'd said, taking the beads out of the small white box they were in and threading them through her fingers. It had felt like coming home, comforting in a way so little was those days. It had made her think of her family, of tradition and beliefs that existed long before she had been born and would remain long after she was gone.
"The nun I stole it from wasn't too happy, but I paid her off with a new wooden ruler," Mulder had grinned, wincing at the look she gave him. "Sorry."
She couldn't help smiling at the sheepish apology, and she'd touched her hand to his face. It had been a different type of faith that had led her to that place and that point in her life, but as he returned her smile, she'd known it held a place in her heart right beside the faith in which she'd been raised.
356 words, excluding prayers
I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of heaven and earth; and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord; Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended into hell; the third day He arose again from the dead. He ascended into heaven, and sits at the right hand of God, the Father Almighty; from thence He shall come to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the Holy Catholic Church, the communion of Saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body and life everlasting. Amen.
Fingers moved to the first bead and she said the Our Father.
Our Father, who art in heaven; hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil. Amen.
Rolling the beads between her fingers as she meditated on her Savior and his Mother, she recited three Hail Marys.
Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
The prayers fell from her lips as her mind dwelled on the mysteries of her faith, second nature to her after a lifetime of practice.
She'd been so lax lately, her devotion to her church falling by the wayside because of events in her life. It was when these events had threatened to consume her that she realized she needed her spirit and her resolve to be strengthened. That was when a small miracle had occurred. Mulder had presented her with a set of rosary beads, her own left behind when they'd been forced to leave the lives they knew in favor of escape. The miracle wasn't so much him giving her such a prominent symbol of her faith, but the fact that he'd given it to her when she'd needed it the most.
"Fox, it's beautiful," she'd said, taking the beads out of the small white box they were in and threading them through her fingers. It had felt like coming home, comforting in a way so little was those days. It had made her think of her family, of tradition and beliefs that existed long before she had been born and would remain long after she was gone.
"The nun I stole it from wasn't too happy, but I paid her off with a new wooden ruler," Mulder had grinned, wincing at the look she gave him. "Sorry."
She couldn't help smiling at the sheepish apology, and she'd touched her hand to his face. It had been a different type of faith that had led her to that place and that point in her life, but as he returned her smile, she'd known it held a place in her heart right beside the faith in which she'd been raised.
356 words, excluding prayers
