Post by Dan on Apr 16, 2020 1:15:13 GMT -6
No matter if we are Christian, Jewish, Muslim or of other worship and religion, we are all together, and we very much know of her legacy, of her infamy, of the historic consign as a witch in the over 200 years since she walked this earth.
One of whom we are learning of her earthly past, of her heritage, of her childhood, a childhood filled with abuse, neglect, filth, cold and hunger.
One of whom we have learned gained respite as a young teenager in a chapel on the hill. Where in chapter 7 we witnessed her taken in by an extraordinary man of the cloth, Father Philip William Tierney, where she was fed, washed, given clean and warm clothes, given a bedroom she could call her own, with a clean bed she could sleep in on her own.
In a house of God, of St. John’s chapel, where she would learn English from Gaelic, where she would learn to read, where she would learn to write, where she would become closer to her Lord God, to whom she appealed throughout her youth, never letting go no matter the challenge, no matter the struggle, no matter the horror of her young life.
For it was there in St. John's chapel, it was there under the guidance of Father Tierney, where colour returned to her cheeks, where a smile grew up on her face, within her eyes, and where her heart filled with grace, love, and purpose.
Considering the legend, the history, the infamy and the curse, the question begs to ask, "My God, what happened to her?"