˚ ༘ ♱ .˚Colossians 3:13 ; “Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.”

Snowing, once again it was in the beautiful capital of République française; Paris, of course. It wasn't known to snow in such a nation, so to say the townspeople were troubled was an understatement. And, being in the 1800s, everyone was very religious, with Catholicism taking over; so whispers about the devil himself causing such snowfall were rising.

One of the main priests working at the beautiful Cathedral, Notre Dame, Monsieur Clément Severine, was evidently worked during such a frigid season. Other priests and figures of the Cathedral were out ill due to the weather, and only a few were left, including Clément; though he was doing most of the work having to due with the people, the others working with money, the king, etc.

Clément dressed himself in the white robes, laced in golden thread for the morning ceremonies, some of the townspeople were already there due to some houses in the city being blocked off from the snowstorm. He walked in front of the pulpit for the Morning Service, his hands gripping the edge of the wood in a slightly anxious way, staring into the sea of full pews.

"Welcome, Everyone. Let us start the morning with a prayer." Clément said, smoothing out his anxious thoughts by looking at the large cross of Him across the church, smiling softly.

Galatians 5:16 ; “But I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh.” ୭˚ ♱ . =