Chapter 27 new testament

I am thirsty, he said while staying on the cross that day, in fact, the scenery is pretty good from above.The people below can still see him, like a big tree before a storm, or like a half lamb chop hanging on a wooden frame. The people hanging beside him are silent, but he is still talking about thirst.The man at the bottom gave him water with a sponge, but after thinking about it, he didn't give it to him again, because some people said that water was very expensive, and it was useless for him anyway, and they didn't want to see him biting the sponge.Others also said that such a great person would not be thirsty. People like him say they are thirsty just to make fun of us. People like him can drink water directly from the clouds, and they will not urinate as much as they drink.

This is the most important moment in history. Since then, there have been more good people, and the conspiracy of the ghosts has been exposed, but this is just what the book says. People he knows down below.Peter covered his face with a cloth, and Maria stood far away, sometimes shading the afternoon sun with his hands; even so far away he could still see her thin nose.He knew she was negotiating the price of the cloth with the woman next to her.She would buy a lot of white cloth to wrap him around, she was rich, not to mention she got him into history. Who told you to get yourself up there?

After he comes down, people will ask such questions. Now I have to stay on the cross for another hour and three quarters.He has nothing to do, the eagle floats up and down in the faint blue sky, and every constellation, like treading water, has a halo. They are all fake, and there is no water in the sky.Except that the light is amethyst that makes people thirsty, the sky is like a hell that roasts people, except that he is facing down at this time, and the sky becomes heaven. I am really glad that when the cross was buried, it was nailed several times, so that it would not rise from the ground and fall directly into the kingdom of heaven.He saw that the people on the ground were also worried about them, because they had been talking and were not aware of the danger.It didn't occur to them why the trees stood like that.

"Water!" he said again, and the water turned out to be lighter than the clouds.He looked for it with his mouth, and it floated here and there.He suddenly remembered that saying, saying that in the sky, water is fire, and they swayed, shining all the light into the skull. This man was walking on the sea, and he finally heard the people above say that he wanted to admit it, but it was too late.The sky suddenly turned dark and turned into earth. "Is this your own business?" I said: "Yes." "Is this your own death?" I said: "Yes." "Is this your own enemy?"

I said: "Yes." "Is this the cross you carried yourself?" I said, "No one will help me kill me, except God." He has been wondering why God sets fire in man's heart and nothing else.What's the benefit of making him soft and soft, put soft things in the middle of the planet.What is the purpose of God doing these things, or is there no purpose, or is it accidental, or is his sensory system the opposite of that of man?Anyway, it made him feel thirsty from birth, and he was thirsty until the end.This move is strange enough. He wondered for a while, then changed his mind and started thinking about water.Water is so good, it must not be made by God, it was there from the beginning.God also walked twice on the water.The water is beautiful, it can take shadows, the water is white, green, and blue, and it can dance in the sky piece by piece, flowing in the water pipe.They tore clothes and mended them again, in pots, bowls, and mills...

Water is a traveler, and it may be a crazy girl.Look at them sitting there with no shoes on, stretching their feet so long that the sky becomes full of snow in one fell swoop, and there is no animal that does not print its hooves and paws on the snow. What are they doing?The water, in the middle of the sand dunes, lit up in bends and bends. We met by the water, I asked her for water, and she gave it to me, so I knew she was mine.I know that drinking her water will make me thirstier. She has a magic trick that makes the stone jump on the water, and when the stone is thrown, the stone comes alive.But I only saw this once. They said that I walked into the water, but that time my stone sank into the water when I threw it.

He finally cried.When he cried, he realized that he was not thirsty at all; his tears were dripping on the drawing table, ticking fast; he was not thirsty at all, only then did he realize that his father who was a carpenter told the story of his deeds on the cross .He can cry, which shows that there is no fire in his heart, and there is no God who set it on fire.He is an honest man, and he has only done one performance in heaven and earth.He is not thirsty at all.In his heart, there is a quite big lake, with abundant water and rough waves, which cannot be sailed by ordinary boats.He cried for a while and found that the wheat was green. Modern people are weaker. Those who have cried will have fresh faces and sandy eyes.

He finally said to his wife: You are mistaken, I am not the person in that book, and I did not ask you to scoop water and feed my large herd of camels. I never had a large herd of camels. people.I am from the east. It is true that there are many countries in the east. It is not necessarily Abraham who came from the east. "There will be many suns on a piece of water, and the wind blows. We are the daughters of light and water. We are all blown by the wind. When I see you, I think, how could you not be me?" He was doing it, and no one could tell.To cut a tire or grind a stone, he clamped the basswood in a vise and sawed the wood short.To recall in flames, to write novels.His wives laughed at him from afar.He was desperate to find that when he saw her for the first time, there was indeed lake water, or freshly melted snow, in his eyes.Then it turned black, and the black eyes were like ruts in the snow.

He said he looked at his own shadow in the water. What puzzled him most was that they could wear their hair with various identities.But after combing for a long time, aren't those hairs still growing on their heads? He walked around in his clothes, and wherever he went, people touched his wounds.