Sep. 13, 2007
There is a Narration this Day...
Posted in Narrations
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I am going to tell you about a martyr whose name was Richard Cameron: There once was a king called Charles II and at the moment I am going to tell you of he is fuming. He has just come to the end of a chase through a marsh in Scotland. He is an English king and he rules at this point over all of Scotland. Just across the mud there stands a band of not more than sixty-five men that are not armed. You can imagine the contrast as shiny armor meets farm cloths. The splendor of polished armor versus the dullness of everyday shirts. But there are two dead men that stand out. They are the two Cameron brothers. Two leaders of the puritan church. A little while ago they arrived from Holland, where they had been hiding. The king's men did not stop until every puritan person was dead. When the deed was done, they chopped off Richard's head and hands and rode through the streets of London saying," Richard is dead!" Richard's father was is jail. They came to him and put the head and hands in his lap. They asked if he knew who they belonged to, and he said," They belong to my Richard" and broke down in tears. The story is a sad one as are many martyr stories.
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