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Yes, you will suffer for a short time. But after that, God will make everything right. He will make you strong. He will support you and keep you from falling. He is the God who gives all grace. He chose you to share in his glory in Christ. That glory will continue forever.
1 Peter 5:10
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Jesus and Judas were sitting alone on the edge of a stone wall after the last supper, Jesus turns to Judas and says
“Are you alright my brother?”
Judas wakes out of his thoughtful daze and looks at Him, turning his gaze back quickly to his sandals
“Why do you still love me?”
“You are my disciple. Why shouldn’t I?”
Judas sighs and kicks his feet
“You said I’ll be the one to… betray you.”
Jesus nodded and looked down at the ground
“Yes. But I’ll still love you anyway. I love the lowly, I love the poor, I love the sick, lame, blind, and deaf. I love them all the same, why shouldn’t I love you?”
Judas scooted closer to Jesus and laid his hand on top of His in a comforting embrace
“I can’t be the one to kill you.”
Jesus rubbed His thumb over the back of Judas’s hand, turning to him
“It’s what the Lord says, what my Father says.”
Judas scoffed
“Well… call me blasphemous, but that doesn’t seem like what a good Father would do…”
Jesus’s expression saddened, He looked down at Judas’s hand
“My brother, you do not understand His plan, I do not understand it entirely either, but we must trust Him.”
Judas frowned angrily
“Yeah… sure.”
Jesus leaned in and kissed Judas’s cheek, earning a look of surprise as Judas turned to Him
“My brother… you will do the same to me, as I have done unto you.”
Judas did not know what he meant, he just nodded politely
“I love you Judas.”
“…”
“I love you so much.”
“…”
“I miss you.”
New Challenge!! Is the man on my dashboard
a) Jesus Christ
b) Odysseus
c) Jayce Talis
d) Jonathan Sims
oh look at this dyke
jack is only 3 years old he doesn’t know the first thing about parenting
Sometimes I read things from an author and I'm like "wow you're characters are really disturbed and horny how'd you think of that?" Cause like as an ace person, I don't have those thoughts often at all. But then I'll be editing (rewriting) a chapter and the characters thoughts just hit me like a truck and I'm like "oh okay, so when were you going to tell me you were also a freak?"
Alright grammarly this is the final straw. Do you even know what context is? Or how different words have different connotations to them? You're correcting a language that uses nothing but subtext and connotation and tone and you can't even figure it out?
This one is for grammarly.
I see you.
I see you after all you've done to me.
You come in, sweep me off my feet, correct my comma usage and wrap me around your little finger making me dependent on you.
You taunt me with your premium features, making me wish I had just a little more money to fully commit to you and you never go on any good sale.
Then you drop me into a filthy hole with the rest of the garbage by incorporating ai that can't tell the difference between its and it's and leave me to rot.
So I move on, I find something better than you could ever be. Just for you to flash a 50% off sale in my face like we were nothing. Like I never meant a goddamn thing to you.
Now you want me back?!?!
After all this, this how you want to wine and dine me back into your arms?
Well, I won't play your game. I've grieved our parting already and now I feel nothing but utter indifference toward you.
Today, I'm thinking about Jesus Christ Superstar again (specifically the 2012 live arena version). Im thinking about how raw and desperate and viceral all of it is. Thinking about the inherit guilt and shame and anger is jesus and judas. How they can rail against the narrative all they want, can drag their feet towards the end, can go kicking and screaming, and it will end up the same anyway. How hard they fight against their fate, desperate to be heard. Judas begging Jesus to trust him, to listen to his concerns. "Listen Jesus, I don't like what I see. All I ask is that you listen to me, " Jesus begging God to have mercy, to answer the cries of his knly son. "God, god, why have you forsaken me?". Anout how Jesus begged for him mother as he was dying, about how scared and alone he was. Thinking about how Judas was right the whole time, that they did turn against Jesus, that it was out of his control. Jesus did want him, need him, to betray him for the sake of gods plan. "You wanted me to do it,". Thinking about how Judas didn't go to the rally with Jesus in hosanna, isntead watching over him from afar. About how all of the zealots who only saw jesus as a savior, half god half sacrificial lamb, and how judas was the only one not there. Thinking about anachronisms and using each others name like a curse. "You liar, you Judas." "Christ you deserve it. " Thinking about the love that threads them together, even if its not enough to save either of the.
I 'came back to God' in early 2023 and that encouraged me to read the Bible.
Reading the Bible made me realize that what I learned in church (or what I didn't learn) was either false or incomplete.
Looking for the truth led me to videos like these and they flipped my understanding upside down.
That verse about even the elect being deceived? This series really opens your eyes to how deceived.
I'm posting this for those who are looking for truth to find. Of course, do your own research.
This video is part of a playlist, and I encourage you to listen to them all.
And as usual, I don't argue with people online. You'll be arguing with the wall because I will pretend that my inbox is empty. Speak with the creator of these videos. He's willing to hear you out and has the knowledge and patience to converse with you.
The Demigod and his Lover
You can't convince me Jesus wasn't queer. And Judus was a jilted lover. Both destined to die because of one another. "You betray me with a kiss"
I also totally personally headcannon Jesus as a Trans man.
And like Jesus wouldn't be the best lover. What I mean is he is a giver. Like sure, it's good to be generous, but he wanted to change the world by hand. He was also constantly getting himself in trouble. He threw over the tables of the taxcollecters. He mocked monarchs and said fuck capitalism, everybody gets to eat. He believed in the fundamental good of humanity but was also a chaos gremlin.
He is the half son of one of the biggest narcissistic bipolar gods. And as much as he uses it to his advantage,(like he'd use the "do u know who my father is" for threat and excuse) he also goes around trying to clear up some of his dad's messes. Trying to spread peace and love whether people wanted it or not.
What was Jesus Like I Wonder.
I know that Jesus was sinless.
Jesus was the perfect being
However......
What was he like?
Did he ever break his bones?
Did he perchance dislike his mother's cooking on occasion?
Did he tell jokes?
Did he have a sassy attitude?
Maybe he wrote poetry?
Did he even know how to write?
In fact, just thinking about it, I'm willing to bet money that Jesus picked his nose.
Jesus was the Son of God, and the perfect human, but I don't think that God's perfect is necessarily what people like to value.Â
Anywhoodles, With that I'll take my leave. Have a great night everyone!
Just wanna repost this in light of what the Catholic Church said recently
There is literally no demographic more interesting than queer religious people. Even if you never had much of a crisis in faith (like me), we are still forced to reconcile what we believe in with our own existence in a way that straight religious people, and nonreligious queer people, will never fully experience. I once spoke to a lesbian minister of a queer-centric nondenominational church who said “the god you believe in is always a reflection of self, which is why queer people see god as so much more loving and forgiving than other people do. Our god is a form of self-love and acceptance” and i will never forget that.
"wow !! i just defeated Troupe Leader Grimm !!" i said with joys
((and even though the ritual "isn't complete" i probably won't have to fight him again, since his information is complete in the Hunter's journal
i was then shot fifty-seven times.
got out-horror’d today by a friend because he said what if Malevolent ends with Kayne putting John in Faroe’s dead body
when elena ferrante said “there are people who leave and people who know how to be left” and when richard siken said “someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.” and when sally rooney wrote “if i told you where my car is right now, i don’t think i’d be able to leave, i think i would have to stay here just in case you changed your mind about everything” and when mikko harvey said “the number of hours we have together is actually not so large. please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”and when karese burrows wrote “i have never seen a door that doesn’t look like you leaving. look at me writing this poem. even here i don’t mean anything i say. except that I still want you. that whatever is in me still loves you deeply. it is a light i can’t turn off. i clap my hands and nothing happens.” and when margarita karapanou said “i never expected you to actually finish anything. you were always leaving. i always picture you with a suitcase in your hand.”
I understand why Viktor and Mel like him now
I've never felt more intimatly aware of the threat of nuclear war than these past fews hours of my life.
Like no joke I had a dream that the would went into MAD* and for some reason,,, no one was panicking.
*Mutually Assured Destruction
Like we were all scrambling and internally afraid yes but at the same time- most of everyone (at least in the vicinity of my city) was calm.
Like it wasn't a surprise. We all just knew we had to start packing bags and find somewhere to go.
I fucking hate that this could happen at any point now too. Like with the American election results turning another page in our unfortunate history.
Unless things go smoother than gravel in these next few years, I'm pretty sure I won't be surprised if MAD does happen.
That's how fucking bad this shit is. It's quite literally one of the endings to a Worst Case Scenario.
Honestly I can only hope we come back to our senses someday.
For now I will cope by consuming JJK brainrot and just getting through life.
ALONE IN THE DARK:
By Hannah Blakely
All alone in the dark.
Is He there or is He not?
Is He here or gone?
Bruises and scars on her arms and heart.
Is she even worth a thought.
Crying alone in the dark,
Is her tears even enough?
Are her suffocating echos vibrant or loud enough.
Is she as valuable as a diamond in the rough.
Or as ugly as the sin in her heart.
Are her desires her own faults?
What she hears and sees she doesn't comprehend.
Is it the enemy or is it her Friend.
All alone in the dark
Is He there or is He not?
Is He here or gone?
Bruises and scares stain her arms and heart.
What's become of her she thought?
She's a mess, How could she be of worth?
Who would want this broken puzzle piece that's missing it's parts.
Alone in the dark she feels.
I'm not useful so let me not hinder you.
Believing in those words she secludes her soul.
Unpacking her bags in the dark where she thought alone,
Came this gentle touch of a hand on her shoulder.
Saying "oh my daughter why do you keep your tears from me?"
"Don't you remember I hold your tears close to me"
"I understand every tear that waters your face, knowing what you not say."
The daughter replies " But I am a burden that's lazy and sheep that has gone atray. I cry so much does that mean I'm not ok?"
In a comforting voice He replies
"Oh sweet child of mine. Life is hard and bitter sweet. I know. But keep your eyes on Me. The Truth. The Light. I will guide you through the valley of darkness. No your not perfect that one thing is true, but you have been saved because I died for you. I'd do it again without hesitation for you are the one I adore."
She cries even louder with flushed red cheeks and scrunched up face screaming out for the first time.
"But how? I still look down on my other brother's and sisters. I judge when I should not. I don't keep my promises and I loose my train of thoughts. At times I don't keep my composure to where it afflicts others. I repugnance at myself. I'm fake. A foney. How can I be a follower of someone so perfect as you?"
In a stern loving Father voice He says
"Your alone in the dark you say. A sheep that has gone astray. Have you forgotten my daughter for even that 99th sheep who's gone astray I seek. Your are precious to me. More than the birds that soar through the skies. For I have made you in my image you see. So precious to me that I wait to hear your voice. The snorts you make with laughter, your red rosie cheeks that light up, the caring blue in your eyes. Don't fight it and come to me. I've won the war that you so desperately keep fighting on your own. Lay it down at my feet. Lay it down and come to peace."
His daughter wipes her tears,
Collecting each one
Handed them over in a clear mason jar.
Her soul sang
Here my Lord, my Father, my King. I hear your voice. I come at your feet. Alone in the dark I once believed in. But seeing Your Light I can breath again.
These scars and stains are here to stay as a reminder of my journey through my Faith.
I will give you every tear when I have no words for I know you understand what I not say.
When I feel alone in the dark I will sing loud to remind me that I am not.
You've been here all along.
Waiting for me oh so patiently for your daughter to come to your arms.
Alone in the dark.
Is He there or is He not?
Alone in the dark.
Is He here or is He gone?
Looking to Him seeing the magnificent Light.
I know I'm not alone in the dark anymore.
Coração
Do alto do céu, Ele olha em teus olhos. Vê o que ninguém vê, O brilho esquecido, A dor que em silêncio não cede.
Sinto um peso no peito, O eco de uma ausência sem nome, Uma ferida sem cura, Alguém sem solução.
Eu cruzaria o mundo, Daria meu sangue, Seria teu pão. Já não posso ser menos Do que Deus pediu de mim.
Ser assim, Um tanto diferente, Um risco na maré, Um passo além da linha. E mesmo que me tentem calar, Sonharei mais alto. Terei algo a te dar.
Nem que tenha de dar Meu sangue, Minha carne, Minha Ăşltima prece. Pois sei que tu podes mais. Sempre mais.
Mas me pergunto, Quem, do alto do céu, Fez do vento um anjo? Quem o moldou Para salvar minha dor?
Ele fala, mas não o ouço, Sussurra, mas temo entender. E se um dia se for, O que restará de mim?
Mesmo se o céu for azul, Se as nuvens dançarem livres, Algo em mim será cinza.
Mas um anjo me diz: "Há tanto a fazer, Tanto a dar, Para tornar alguém feliz."
E eu, Que já não durmo cedo, Que luto contra meus próprios fantasmas, Ainda rezo. Pois as palavras não têm fim, E se Deus não muda, Alguém mudará por mim.
Dar força a quem desiste, Dar fé a quem persiste, Desfazer a maldade, Firmar o perdão.
E mesmo que tudo se desfaça, Que tudo seja ilusão, Ainda há algo que resiste: A força do teu coração.
Já não tiro mais fotos, Já não busco respostas. Se tudo vem do nada, Que sou eu, então?
Peço mil dias de perdão, E ainda assim, Persiste em mim A força do meu coração.
Não há mais jeito... É o meu talento... Despeço-me de mim mesmo E entrego a quem quiser. Eu sou um. E por isso, Eu vivo.
A ti. A ti. A ti. A ti.
O amor floresce como uma flor de verão, Breve, intensa, Indomável.
Penso, falo, sigo, faço, Como o vento, sem pouso certo. Arrasto ilusões, Desfaço mentiras.
E se tudo me for tirado, Se o que desejo se apagar, Movo minha própria alma E sigo meu coração.
Não é fácil. Mas há de ser feito.
Penso, falo, sigo, faço, Como se nunca fosse chegar. Tento, canto, caio de cansaço. Onde está o céu?
Penso, falo, sigo, refaço, O amor há de resistir. Pois é da fé que vive em mim.
You want to kiss me ?
The thing that killed Jesus ?
You don’t think Mary knew what it was to sacrifice?
Don’t think she spent every day of her son’s life wondering if it would be his last?
Don’t think she asked herself if his first steps would be his last?
Which of the times he told her goodbye would be the final one?
Which of the miracles he preformed would paint the target on his back?
Which of the gods he opposed would be gifted his head, Mary’s heart resting aside it?
You don’t think she grew to resent her God?
The man who gifted her the most precious of things, for the sole purpose of taking him away?
You don’t think she warred with herself for questioning God’s will?
Don’t think she ever wondered why it had to be her?
Did she ever look at the people amongst her and wonder why they deserved salvation?
Ever question why they should live while her child should not?
Ever pray to take his place?
Ever blame herself for what was to come?
For it was not simply God who made her child, she accepted him. She agreed.
Is she not as guilty and morally objectionable as those she scorns?
Is she not as blood coated as those who hammers the nails?
Mary, who knew the fate that beheld the lamb once it reached the wooden alter, cradled it in her arms.
The lamb felt warmth. The lamb felt love. The lamb looked upon his mother and saw the good in humanity. So what was the lamb to do but step upon the alter himself?
What could he have done but lay his head before the knife, in reverence to the woman who carried him there?
How was the lamb to repay his mother’s kindness with damnation? When she above all deserved absolution.
Mary raised her son with love, kindness and faith. Praying what she knew would occurs never came to pass. What else was she to do?
Her son felt the love and kindness she gave with no ask of repayment, saw her faith. Believing the good in humanity flowed and shined from her. What else was he to do?
aa the proportions are wrong, and it's a bit weird overall but i wanted to post this anyway because i still think it's kinda cute:)