I find - perhaps to my surprise - that since I left, I can’t think of anything but you.
Plenty of films have taken a stab at bringing Bible stories to life, from “The Ten Commandments” and “Jesus Christ: Superstar” to this year’s “Son of God” and “Noah.” But despite those movies’ different genres and tones, these films all tend to share one similarity: They have white casts, even though the Bible’s characters would have been from parts of Africa or the Middle East. Photographer James C. Lewis of Noire3000 | N3K Photo Studios has decided to rectify by presenting these iconic figures in a new light.
Lewis’ “Icons Of The Bible” photo series depicts some of the most famous characters from the Old and New Testament exclusively as people of color, including Simon Peter, Elijah, King Solomon and the archangel Gabriel. The series, which will be fully released in October, features 70 models who identify as either Asian, Native American, Hispanic, African, Middle Eastern, Black American and West Indian.
"I think it is very important to see one’s self in the Scripture so that it may become real in their eyes," Lewis told The Huffington Post. "The whitewashing of the Bible has always bothered me. However I’m happy to now have the opportunity to give a different point of view."
Gabriel can take me up immediately
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THIS IS WHERE YOU CAN HEAR ME ACTUALLY PLANT MY FACE INTO MY PALM.
The first official posters for all three films
"Look, we have a chance to bury them. All of them. Come on."
“I can’t. I can’t. I’m sorry, I can’t.”
Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, Rosemary Clooney, and Vera-Ellen perform Sisters in White Christmas (1954)
when McGonagall finds out that Ginny is pregnant, and that the Weasley and Potter bloodlines will converge, she marks on her calender the day the child will turn 11 and that is the day she retires
Later, staring up into the night sky, Culter said, “If only you’d come to us after you left Lennox, instead of…” Instead of foundering in self-pity. He could hardly say that.
Lymond flushed. “Instead of surviving to bellow like a barghest?” It was his only reference to the other night, and Richard was caught without a rejoinder, but after the briefest pause, Lymond himself went on. “But I did come back. To my kinsmen I will truly, praying them to help me in my necessity… I thought you knew. I came to Midculter from Dumbarton in ‘44 - fully au prodigal son, puffing excuses like smoke from a chimney head -” A trace of the old mockery sharpened the light voice.
"What happened?" asked Richard quickly.
"I was shown the door. By our honoured father. He tried to enforce the suggestion with a whip."
There was a short silence. Then Culter said, “He must have told nobody. I wouldn’t touch you: you know that. Until the - the Midculter affair.”
"I know, you damned fool," said Lymond mildly. "That’s why I had to attack Midculter"
Behind clenched hands, face to the rock, Lymond spoke at last.
"Why? I made one mistake. Who doesn’t? But I despised men who accepted their fate. I shaped mine twenty times and had it broken twenty times in my hands. Of course it left me deformed and unserviceable, defective and dangerous to associate with… But what in God’s name has happened to charity?…Self-interest guides me like the next man but not invariably; not all the time. I use compassion more than you do; I have loyalties and I keep by them; I serve honesty in a crooked way, but as best I can; and I don’t plague my debtors or even make them aware of their debt…Why is it so impossible to trust me?"
"You shut the door yourself." Richard spoke harshly. Now that it had come he recoiled from it: recoiled as Lymond turned and baring his face to the light went on, his voice exhausted, dogged, unsteady.
"Why should you think so? Why assume me to be of such different stuff? We have the same blood, the same upbringing. What else is there, at the end of the day, that we can call our own? We’re our father’s prejudices and our swordmaster’s dead men; our mother’s palate and our nurse’s habit of speech. We’re the books unwritten by our tutor, and our groom’s convictions and the courage of our first horse. I share all that. Five years-even five such as these-can’t tear me drop by drop from your blood."
His voice roughened suddenly. “Who will speak for her? The rest of my family, perhaps: will you believe them? Who makes it necessary to speak for her; for either of these young people? Are you so short of rods that you must despoil young trees: so short of stones that you need to walk the very graveyards for them… ?
Congratulations to Andrew Love!
Now that we have both Kober and Love, I think it’s safe to say that AndTWO is better than one.
Here we are, mes amis, the very essence of Javert. Captured in one paragraph.