Discipleship

Well, I'm back, and yes I know I'm a little late. But you'll forgive me right? Seeing as we're on the Bible Study page:-) So, who read the verse from Matthew this week?? Hmmmm? Well, you can count me out coz I'm a little guilty myself. I did read the verse and meditate on it for part of the week, but I got caught up in reading other parts of the Bible (like Romans--oh boy--killer verses! Amazing, try battling Romans sometime) and I also got caught up in our working/volunteer holiday which was very exhausting. But down to the serious stuff!
Who did manage to read Matthew and jot some notes about it?
Lets read it again anyway (read slowly):


"Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptising them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."
~Matthew 28:19-20~
Powerful verse.
As 'Anonymous' so rightly said (anyone guess who that was?!lol) we are spending so much time focusing on ourselves and averting our eyes from the reality of those people who need Christ and Godly discipleship.
Jesus commanded us to "...go and make disciples of all the nations...", this wasn't some request or fluffy little hint, it was a command! People of all ages, and at all different stages of their Christian walk need discipleship. I need it, you need it, our leaders need it.
But before we think about discipling someone, there is one thing we should go over.


Do you have a good relationship with the Lord?
Do you have a relationship with the Lord at all??


We also need to be careful about our example to others too, being a stumbling block to someone is a huge thing. We have to be careful in the way we dress, act and talk.
All can dramatically affect a new/younger/impressionable Christian.
Ask God to reveal some things in your life that might be proving a stumbling block for those you are around and also ask God to direct people to us who we can learn from and we can encourage and exhort.
Right! Thanks for joining peeps. Don't forget to comment and say what you think:-)

God bless you all heaps during this week, I hope this Bible study has encouraged and blessed you!

This War of Mine

The sound of gunshots pounded through my head, shouting and yelling was everywhere. Bodies lay strewn across the battle grounds, and trees blown to pieces. I rolled over into a trench, grasping my wounded arm. I couldn’t stop fighting; I just had to go on. The pain in my arm was like nothing I had ever felt before and blood covered my forearm and hand, but it was no excuse, there was no going back. I slowly wriggled and crawled my way up the side, near the top of the trench, and lay my gun against my shoulder, I knew that pulling the trigger and the recoil was going to give me more agony than I knew how to deal with, but I had to pull it. Seeing an enemy run behind an army tank about 30 feet away, I aimed and fired. The next thing I knew there was a huge explosion, which violently threw me to the other side of the trench; debris flew everywhere, flames and smoke filled the air. The heat from the flames and the smoke around me stung my eyes brutally, like salt water. Suddenly I heard another bang and smoke filled my nostrils, I coughed and moved downwards a little in the trench. I could hear faint and muffled shouting and I could vaguely see men running, pointing at the trench I was in. I couldn’t make it out, my head was spinning and I felt just as sick as I could be. There was another explosion and suddenly I felt an immense pain on the back of my head, I opened my eyes for a moment and then all went black.


I awoke with a horrible sick feeling and a hammering head. My whole body ached, and it took every effort in me to blink and turn my head to see where in the world I was. At first my vision was blurred and all I could see was white and hazy figures. I blinked slowly again and waited for my vision to clear. Gradually it returned and I realized that I must be in some sort of army hospital or ward. I turned my head with every ounce of strength I had and saw more wounded men on beds, on bedding that left a little to be desired. Suddenly I felt something touch my shoulder, it startled me and I turned painfully to see what it was. It was a woman with a grey and white dress on and a cap with the Red Cross on it. I relaxed and thought to myself, thank goodness it’s a nurse—I am in a hospital. She smiled at me and said in a friendly tone, while checking my arm wound, “You had a nasty bang on the head Sergeant, how are you feeling?” I relaxed my tensed muscles and winced while she removed my bandage off my arm, the sight of the blood from the wound made me feel disgustingly sick. I felt as though the description ‘nasty bang’ was a gross understatement, from what it seemed to me and what I could feel was a sight more than a nasty bang. My whole head felt like a lead weight, the back of it throbbing incessantly, and my neck feeling just about as bruised as it ever could be. But I decided that her description wasn’t the most important thing right now, so I directed my thoughts to where I was. Although I could hardly croak out the words, “Where am I?”
I somehow I managed to and she understood what I had said.
“You’re in Paris. I believe that you were found on the battlegrounds near the border, so this hospital was the closest to you. Here, drink this and then get some rest.” She said passing me a glass of water. I looked from the nurse to the cup and then from the cup to the nurse again with a look of pain on my face (it would have been a sight to see I know). She just laughed sympathetically and said,
“Sorry Sergeant, no spirits, just water. Whisky won’t help you feel any better; that I can guarantee. Drink now.” She lifted the glass to my mouth and assisted me in drinking it. Although it wasn’t whisky, it tasted heavenly. She finished redressing my wound and then left with a tired smile. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of the hospital ward. Unfortunately they were not very soothing. Groans and whimpering could be heard throughout the ward, some soldiers were trying to hold back yells and cries of agony from the pain they were experiencing, while other slept oblivious to everything going on about them. I was exhausted, but pictures kept dragging—not flying through my head, like they say in all the books—but slowly dragging themselves through my mind, not even attempting to leave. Explosions blowing everywhere and nowhere to escape, friends and comrades lying on the battlefield, their eyes frozen in permanent shock and blood staining their army uniforms that were once worn with dignity and honour. My eyes snapped open. Closing my eyes seemed more exhausting than keeping them open. But in my ignorance I shut them again, trying hard to keep my mind off it all. But try as I might, I could not push out the bangs, yelling, and screaming, the enemies marching in in droves, never seeming to stop coming. It just didn’t stop. I opened my eyes again and found myself brutally biting my lip, and I could taste the blood---these pictures and memories weren’t going to stop. I shifted uneasily and stiffly in my bed, pulling my cover over my shoulders with my good arm. When war had first started I was eager to enlist, war was for heroes and brave men who won medals and who lived to tell tales of bravery and duty. But never of killing and pain, scars and hurt or loss and tears. I had experienced all those things, and I was never going to forget. Never. If there was a God out there, why didn’t He stop this cursed war? I was still aching all over, my head, my eyes, my shoulder, everywhere. My body was screaming for sleep and rest, but my mind could not and would not. I struggled with my thoughts and memories until I physically could not stay awake any longer. I fell into a listless sleep.

My Lady Miriam Part 1

“Thank you Sir, you are most kind. Indeed, you are very good, Mr….ah?” The reply came, but not before the gentleman had sufficiently wiped himself of all dust particles. He answered, ignoring her last question.
“The intention was not to rescue you, child. I merely had unfinished business with that man.” He paused to look at her. “You were in the way.” Miriam lifted her eyebrows slightly and tried another approach to appeal to his good nature. “I believe I should have died of fright if it had been but for you!” The tall gentleman looked at her doubtfully through his bored eyes. “I think not.”
“But Sir, I have no horse, she has run away. What am I to do?” Miriam tried one last, desperate attempt.
The man sighed and replied with a careless wave of his hand, “That would be your own fault for not having a groom about you. But I suppose, if you have any good sense left in you, you will find it. Good day to you.” He bowed and turned to his carriage.
Miriam bit her lip, two can play at this game, she thought to herself. She inhaled and exhaled, “Thank you Sir for your help; you are a true gentleman, but please I have one thing to ask of you. Would you be so kind as to grant me the lending of you gun Sir? If I am to find my horse in these woods, I would not wish to be unarmed.” The tall, stately gentleman stopped abruptly and turned, lifting his looking glass to his eye. With a hint of a smile in his eyes, he waved a command to his footman. The footman got his master’s gun and gave it to him with a bow and with this the unknown man took it over to Miriam, placed it in her hands and walked back to his carriage. Before he got into the carriage, he turned to Miriam, “Don’t kill any of my peacocks.”
And with a flash of his navy blue coat he got into his carriage and signaled to the driver to drive on. Miriam stood there with her eyes open wide. “Well I never thought he would actually do it, of all the ill-mannered, selfish, rude, abominable men…and now I’m here with a gun I couldn’t even begin to know how to use and no horse.” She groaned to herself.
When she had experienced some distasteful minutes of searching for her horse, she sat down on a tree-stump. After a few minutes of thinking some more and very insulting things about the gentleman who had left her here alone, she stamped her foot and let out an exceptionally undignified groan of annoyance.
Suddenly she heard a snap of a twig, and the rustling of leaves of behind her. Miriam sat up quickly and spun around hastily at the feel of hot breath down her neck.
“Annabelle?!” Miriam exclaimed as she saw her horse standing before her and a man of mature years holding the reins. She looked warily at him for a few moments, “Who might you be? And what do you do with my horse?” The man bowed slightly and handed the reins to her. “The Duke of Calver sends his compliments and your horse madam.” Miriam frowned. The Duke of Calver? Who is he? She looked the groom over.
Still, if he sent Annabelle with a groom, he must be a worthy man. Miriam smiled graciously at the man and said,
“Yes, quite. Thank you. Please send the—ah—Duke my thanks and convey my gratitude to him.” Miriam was on the verge of mounting her horse when she remembered the gun in her hand; it was a very fine gun, with a silver handle and carved wood. The groom also saw it in her hand and said, moving one step towards her,
“That, I believe is my lord the Duke’s gun, he would have the pleasure of having it back now, as you are quite safe.” Miriam looked from the groom to the gun, then from the gun to the groom.
Oh. This worthy man was the “abominable gentleman” whom had been deemed by Miriam herself as being one of the worst men in history! If he so wanted his gun then he shall have to recover it himself!
“Uh, please inform my lord the Duke of Calver that I find his gun is a very pretty present indeed to bestow upon me, and quite the popular type. Please convey my thanks to him for his very generous deed, and I shall keep the gun in remembrance of him and out of complete appreciation.” She mounted her horse with the help of the confused groom and took hold of the reins. She turned to the poor, bewildered man and smiled as she added,
“Also, would you be so good as to tell your master that he is the most offensive gentleman I have ever met, and his manners leave much to be desired. That his conduct is quite shocking and I find myself in the position to say that he is abominably rude. Thank you. Good day.”
The groom stood with his eyes wide as he watched the young lady ride in the opposite direction to him. She pulled her hood over her head as the winds picked up and the skies darkened, and she placed the gun into the hold on her saddle. The groom shook his head and walked back from whence he came.

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Letters from Ford to McNeill

Dear Hattie,

Well, I have not much time to write as the wagon train will be moving soon and writing while the wagon is moving is quite impossible. We have covered such a long distance, or so it seems. Caleb tells me we have to travel for 2 weeks before we get to the plot of land and cabin we have bought. I hope I can bear 2 more weeks of being jolted about in this small space my dearest Hattie! We received a letter just before we left from the last owners of the cabin and plot, telling us they had lately found a spring nearer the cabin, and had dug it out before they moved to Dakota. I was so overjoyed! The other spring they had previously been using was a good 90 feet away; I had told Caleb when I learned of the distance of the spring from the cabin, “Caleb, if I have to walk that distance everytime you would like a cup of coffee I’d very soon walk my poor feet off.”
But now my feet shall be all the better for their finding that blessed spring! I don’t know if we shall have any neighbours, Hattie. So writing to you will save me from becoming some kind of a wild hermit. The land I have seen so far has been dry and dusty, and there is no kind of vegetation whatsoever to be seen anywhere, but perhaps those dots on the hills are something of some sort.I must not make any assumptions for the wrong, Caleb says.
There are quite a number a ladies in this wagon train, but it seems that they are all above the age of 40, and talking to the likes of a a young girl such as me would be altogether outrageous. So Caleb and I talk amongst ourselves! But we always have so much to talk about, Cay is so excited about this move, he is like a little boy waiting for Christmas…Oh, Cay is calling me and it seems as though our ‘rest’ is over, so I must finish off this letter.
I miss you more than you can know my dearest friend. Please do write back and tell me how all is at home.


Your friend forever,

Sadie Ford

Dearest Hattie,

Well! It has been so long now since I have written to you, or maybe that is just my imagination. We had a delay as one of our friend’s wagons’ wheel was found one evening by Caleb, to be near breaking point. So it caused us to have to wait for an extra 2 days. But if it saved any lives then I am grateful.
We have another three days before we arrive at Long Lake town. The name is quite…well, is sounds almost Indian! But Caleb assures me there are no Indians close to where we shall be living. That was quite a relief I can tell you, Hattie. Not that I don’t like the Indians, but to be sure I know nothing of them, and that itself is my fear I think.
I am quite weary of this journey now, and I shall be so glad when I can lay my head down under a roof and have a real stove again. And have the blanket my mother made me out of it’s chest, and have your beautiful apron that you made me wrapped around myself again. Those things make a house a home. And having ones family and friends about you. I am so glad that Sally is finally getting married, it is about time too! I know I can trust you to help her arrange the wedding. Give her my most sincere best wishes. Please do send all my love to my dear friend, and tell her how I miss her! I can just imagine poor Ben Johnson’s face when Sally said she wanted the wedding for May, she doesn’t plan on waiting that’s plain to see.
I remember you and I arranging my wedding; poor Caleb was beside himself with all the talk of dresses, and cakes and sewing! You were such a constant help to me for those ‘arranging months’ as mother called them. And then! You, Hattie Williams, on the wedding day were such a sight to be seen, bawling your eyes out all the way to the front seat. Yes, I can just see you laughing as you read what I have just written.
Well, I must tell you before I finish, that I can see hills and some, however little, trees and vegetation in the distance. Though, the wagons make so much dust along the way, I can hardly see past the end of my nose!
Thank you for your last letter, I hope this one finds you well.


Yours Truly,


Sadie Ford

Elizabeth Walsham

“It’s a girl.”
A man stood with hands in pockets, his face filled with worry and anticipation. His face brightened as he heard the words spoken by the midwife. A girl. A beautiful baby girl.
He rushed into the bedroom, where his wife lay. Her very being full of joy and weariness, as she looked down at her new-born daughter. He sat down on the bed beside the tired, second-time mother and held his arms out to hold the baby. His wife passed him his daughter and gave him a weak smile.
“She’s—she’s beautiful.” He paused and looked up at his wife. “Just like her mother.” He said in a strong Irish accent. As the overjoyed father played with his new-born daughter’s tiny fingers, Anna—his wife—watched them lovingly.
“A name?” Anna asked.
The father paused, looked at the baby girl again and then looked up at his wife. As soon as their eyes met they smiled at each other. They knew.
“Elizabeth.” They said in unison.
And Elizabeth it was.


16 years, 4 months & 9 days later…

“Dad, can we turn the music up?” I asked my father with a winning smile while we traveled in a car down a country lane as it was growing dark. My father looked at me through his rear-view mirror and smiled back. “No, but we can listen to the six o’clock news; how’s that?” I laughed and sat back, resigned. My father turned off the music and put on the news with a simple twist of the tuning knob. The news blared out with the fast talking of the reporters and people being interviewed. It was interrupted by a women news reporter with the latest breaking news. “We have just received some breaking news; the police have just released the name and identification of a newly escaped prisoner. Who is at this time roaming Ireland, we have been told if his car or person is sighted the police are to be notified…” I drifted off, not really listening and stared out the window, lost in my own thoughts. I was interrupted by my brother, Aaron, as he prodded me and pointed to something out his window. “Look Lib, look at that ruin.” He said in his soft Irish accent. I leaned over to look out Aaron’s windows and sighed gleefully, “Isn’t that amazing? Buy me one, Aaron?” I asked with a cheeky smile. Aaron grabbed my head and tucked it under his arm, while ruffling my hair, “Only under one condition—” He stopped, interrupted by dad motioning for us to be quiet with a wave of his hand and a, “Shhhh!” Aaron let my head go and I sat up, trying to look dignified, but not succeeding. I listening intently to the radio, wondering what dad wanted to listen to. The weather. Typical.
It started to drizzle outside and I looked through the window, chin in hand. Suddenly I had a feeling of uneasy urgency, I looked up at Aaron, then mum and then at dad through the rear-view mirror; they were all calm, happy and normal. I shook my head and returned to my position. Then I had it again, I had the same uneasy compulsion, I sat upright for the second time and frowned, and I felt pressed to say something to my family, and as I couldn’t think of any useless topic to talk about, three words suddenly threw themselves into my head, three simple words. I Love You.I had never experienced this before, it was so strange, this feeling was so odd. But, I took the dive, not knowing why I should say this to them; now, at this time.
“Mum, Dad, Aaron, I—I just want you to, um, know that I love you…all.” I paused, unused to saying that in words. “Yeah, that’s all.” Aaron and Mum turned to me, surprise written on their dear faces, and Dad looked through his mirror at me fleetingly with amazement.
“Lib, that’s beautiful. We all love you too.” Dad replied as Mum nodded with a teary smile and Aaron smiled and winked at me. I felt better after that, but still slightly uneasy. Oh well, I thought to myself, it’ll go away, whatever it is. It had finally gone dark and the rain started to pour heavily, and since the news was off, I was going to ask Dad if he could put the music back on. But as we were passing a connecting lane, a speeding car came out of nowhere and suddenly hit us with devastating force from the side. I screamed as I saw out of blurry eyes Mum and Aaron, their bodies sprawled on their seats. Blood was everywhere. Glass covered my clothes and skin. I cast a glance to the road ahead; I vaguely saw a car heading towards us, showing no sign of stopping. Their headlights blinded me. I screamed again. They hit us head on, shattering more glass and I suddenly felt something violently crushing my arm. Then all went black.

Days of the Great Divide

"Darkness surrounded the long forgotten ruins of a castle. Burnt beams of wood lay dead on the floor and stones lay scattered across the once beautiful hall; ashes concealed a mat, once full of colours and warmth.
A magnificent hearth lay disguised by fallen beams and smothering vines…Aye, an’ do ye know what happened to the long forgotten castle? Just as I had thought, ye wish to hear the story then, eh? Aye, an’ who wouldn’t? Now, gather around ma’ wee bairns, as I tell ye a story you’ll ne’er forget."


 Silence filled the air as three dark, shadowy figures crept through the woods of Lachmere. The winds blew and the trees swayed, but the three figures continued without delay. Suddenly all three broke into a run, racing with speed and agility, they dodged trees and leapt over fallen logs. When they reached a clearing in the woods, they stopped. Breathing and chuckling lightly, one of them spoke.

 “Oh, I beat thee this time, eh William? I told thee I would win. John, William, go and gather some wood for the fire, and then you shalt make a fire for us, John. His skill does exceed ours, dost it not William?” William nodded. “Aye that it does, come John let us go and gather the wood.” 

Chapter One

John smiled and slowly followed William. “Aye. What would thou be making for our victuals, Henry?” Henry took the leather bag off his shoulder and lay it down.

“Food that is what! Now make haste, go.” William and John swiftly disappeared into the darkness, as Henry rummaged through the rough leather bag. Taking out some bread and cold pork, he placed it on a tin plate and sliced the pork into slithers.

John and William noiselessly entered the clearing and placed the wood down beside Henry. John shook his head doubtfully and said,
“Aye and that’s all we could get. It is damp and there’s not much to be had, Henry. Nevertheless, I will do what I can for thee. Sithee, is that pork an’ bread I catch a glimpse of?”

Henry sighed and nodded his head. “Aye, though it’s the last of it ye’ll see. We have nothing else but apples from now on, lads. However, Great Lachmere Castle is only a day away; do not vex thyself about it.” Passing them and him a piece of pork and a thick slice of bread each, Henry bowed his head. William and John bowed their heads with him and were silent as Henry prayed.
“Dear Heavenly Father, we ask Thee to bless this food to our bodies and protect us while we—as Thy servants—complete this task set before us. Give strength to us all O’ Lord. Amen.”
“Amen” John and William agreed in unity. John took out his knife and started trimming shavings off the pieces of wood. They silently watched John as he skilfully prepared a fire. Soon there was a hearty, however small fire blazing.

They ate their food gratefully and in silence while watching the fire and warming themselves by it. The sky was dark and calm, stars were dotted here and there, but the moon attracted all attention. It was full, brilliant, and luminously looking down at the three young men as the pondered in stillness. Each of their thoughts so completely different and varying, yet each of their expressions were the same, they were that of serenity, and contentment.

William broke the quiet, as he usually did and said, “When dost King Rith expect us, Henry?”
“Tomorrow at dusk, if all goeth well. Mayhap we might get some better food, eh?” Henry replied.
William chuckled. “Aye, that would be good. Are thy papers dry, Henry?”

“Yes. Yon King Rith would behead me if they were not.” Taking off his quiver and bow, he placed them on the ground at arms reach. John stretched and lay down on the soft patch of grass.

Yawning he inquired, “Dost thou have any notion of what they might say?”
Henry shook is head. “Nay, no one but King Serrig and his advisors know. Mayhap they have something to do with yon spies that have been lingering. I am not knowledgeable on such matters.”
“Aye…Don’t ye think its time to settle down for the night? I am tired, I don’t know about thee! We hath to be up on the morrow. At dawn, Henry?” William questioned.

William lay on his back looking at the night sky and it’s moon. Henry fed the fire and followed suit by lying down by the wavering heat. “Yes, at dawn. Goodnight John, goodnight William.” John yawned again and shifted closer to the fire. “Aye, an’ I just hope that nought be following us, I have had such a suspicion all the way.” He paused, frowning and then added, “Goodnight.” William murmured a goodnight to Henry and John and closed his eyes.

Soon they were all in a peaceful slumber, dreaming of feasting in castle halls rejoicing in their good fortune of delivering the important message to King Rith safe and sound.

But it was not to be…

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BBC Lorna Doone

Lorna Doone is a TV series based on the novel by R.D. Blackmoore. It was directed by Mike Barker and produced by BBC in the year 2000. It has a great cast starring Barbara Flynn (one of my particular faves), Michael Kitchen, Richard Coyle and a very pretty Amelia Warner. It runs for approx 149 minutes.

Rating

The real rating is PG, but I like to do my own rating! So here goes:

The film has some quite violent parts in it, with battle scenes against the Doones and some unnecessary roughness towards some of the young ladies. One of the things I do like about Lorna Doone however is that the ending is changed. In the original movie and book, it all ends rather tragically, but in this new version it ends well. It makes the film a lot less dark and heartbreaking! There are some parts where some of the Doone men are a little (like I said before)…let us say crass and coarse with the girls in the film, but not too often. I’m glad to say that there is no immodest clothing in this movie, all the dresses are quite decent and it’s a relief to find it so! There is also no sexual content; only kissing, but I don’t suppose anybody minds that too much! The acting is great, the filming is amazing and the scenery is, although incredibly rainy, muddy, and wet (like the rest of England!), is very pretty. It‘s definitely for those people who love action, romance and exciting drama all mixed into one.

Plot

In yet another film adaptation of R.D. Blackmore's swashbuckling romance, this excellent and lavish BBC production of 'Lorna Doone' brings the classic tale of revenge and family warfare to life with a sterling cast. Filmed in Wales, the epic family saga begins in 1675, during a turbulent time in history when rebellion against the Catholic King James II, of England and Scotland, runs rampant. The fierce Doone clan h galloped into a farming village, and did a terrible wrong to the young John Ridd and his family. Yet determined to avenge this wrong, the teenager goes into the Doone Valley where he meets the independent but vulnerable Lorna Doone as a young girl. Meeting again years later, the two fall into an inseparable love for one another. Ridd is steadfast  in nobility of spirit, but Lorna has been unwillingly engaged to her cousin, Ensor's evil, and cruel heir, Carver. Carver would like nothing better than to have Lorna as his bride, but Lorna remains steadfast in her love for this young farmer John. As their love grows, Ridd finds a new reason to pursue his campaign against these villains that have long dominated his small world, and protecting Lorna becomes equal to revenge for his own family. Lorna, however, may not be quite what she seems…and the true position of his own heart may shock him as he places revenge and abhorrence aside to give way to mercy.

My Christian Review

Well, now that we have been through everything else, let’s get down to the real stuff! My Christian view of this film…is this:

There are quite a few Christian characteristics in this film which I love like Lorna’s readiness to forgive, and her love rather than hate for her enemies. John displays quite a bit of revenge and dislike for the Doones, but he demonstrates mercy at the end (but I can’t give too much away!). And his love and protectiveness for Lorna shows how his heart truly lies, but the Doones—unfortunately—bring out the worse in him.

I guess John Ridd’s hate for the Doones shows us how it can really affect us if we harbor bitterness in our minds and hearts against our enemies. And how important it is to ‘do unto to others as you would have them do to you’, and although John doesn’t recognize this at first, Lorna reminds him of it when he does something that is against her character and really his, though he forgets himself for a moment or two.  Carver Doone is a great example of how not to be! John’s sister Annie is a picture of lovingness and kindness towards her brother and a loyalty to her family. John’s other sister Lizzie however has the same dislike for the Doones as her brother, but she shows forgiveness towards Lorna in the middle of the story and it shows that even the worst of wrongs can be forgiven.

Though they are seen in church once in the film, there is no indication that they are openly Christians. Of course back then, if you went to church on a Sunday then you were a Christian, no matter what you did during the course of the week! Some may say this is a dark film and to be fair, some of it is, but I enjoy the happy ending and the reality of the struggles that it took to get to that ‘happy ending’. Hope you’ve enjoyed my review!

Please note that this is only my view on this film, by all means watch this film and see what you think of it. God bless you all.