Turin Sayings And Quotes

you seldom hear, at a funeral, a friend of the deceased saying, “What do you expect, she wore L’Heure Bleue,

I held my hand up, frowning. "Wait a minute. Where did you say this thing was stolen from?" "The Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist." Father Vincent said. "In Northern Italy." I said. He nodded. "In Turin, to be exact." "He nodded again, his expression reserved. "Someone stole the freaking Shroud of Turin?" I demanded. "Yes." I settled back in the chair, looking down at the photos again. This changed things. This changed things a lot.

Then Turin sprang about, and strode against him, and the edges of Gurthang shone as with flame; but Glaurung withheld his blast, and opened wide his serpent-eyes and gazed upon Turin. Without fear Turin looked into them as he raised upon the sword; and straightway he fell under the binding spell of the lidless eyes of the dragon, and was halted moveless. Then for a long time he stood as one graven of stone; and they two were alone, silent before the doors of Nargothrond. But Glaurund spoke again, taunting Turin, and he said: 'Evil have been all they ways, son of Hurin. Thankless fosterling, outlaw, slayer of thy friend, thief of love, usurper of Nargothrond, captain foolhardy, and deserter of thy kin. As thralls thy mother and thy sister live in Dor-lomin, in misery and want. Thou art arrayed as a prince, but they go in rags; and for thee they yearn, but tho carest not for that. Glad may thy father be to learn that he hath such a son; as learn he shall.' And Turin being under the spell of Glaurung hearkened to his words, and he say himself as in a mirror misshapen by malice, and loathed that which he saw.

Gwindor son of Guilin was wounded to the death. But Turin came to his aid, and all fled before him; and he bore Gwindor out of the rout, and escaping into a wood there laid him on the grass. The Gwindor said to Turin: 'Let bearing pay for bearing! But ill-fated was mine, and vain is thine; for my body is marred beyond healing, and I must leave Middle-earth. And thoughI love thee, son of Hurin, yet I rue the day that I took thee from the Orcs. But for they prowess and thy pride, still I should have love life and Nargothrond should yet stand a while. Now if thou love me, leave me! Haste thee to Nargothrond, and save Finduilas. And this last I say to thee: she alone stands between thee and thy doom. If thou fail her, it shall not fail to find thee. Farewell!

All of this to say, what if. What if the stories are true and the prophecy that was written concerning both the first advent and second coming are true also? What if the Shroud of Turin is the evidence of the resurrection?