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Sexualizing nuns is 🙅♀️NOT🙅♀️ sexy
mood board as of late, been thinking of starting a podcast ? ✝️🤍⚔️
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?
period coming soon i can’t wait for the Visions
i am sure that hell must be cold