The most devastating and heartwrenching thing about the Last Supper is that Jesus knew that His disciples, His friends will betray him. Still, He washes their feet, and still, He gives them His blood and body.
And this is the tragedy of God, that He dies for those who are not just abstractly imperfect and who have done something nasty, He dies for people who betray Him daily.
He says: here, I give you the Kingdom, to you who betray me, here, I give you the Kingdom, I've bought it for you with my blood.
And this is the tragedy of Man, that He must carry all that sorrow in Himself, in His human body (it is unthinkable for humans, impossible). And the sorrow evidently eats Him alive, He tries to comfort Himself in His last hours, so He spends them with apostles. Jesus is eager to find a shoulder to lay His head on, a shoulder to cry on. But He has no one to share the sorrow with who won't betray Him, He is alone in that. He has no one who would even understand His sacrifice, oh no, no one would even care to stay awake with Him.
So He turns to the Father, He prays and prays and in His last moments, it's only the Son and the Father who are left. But even the Father leaves Him. Everyone leaves Him, Everything leaves Him. Candles out, it's dark, the Saturday will be quiet.
TRANSSEXUALITY IS A GIFT FROM GOD | 2022
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Every time I have ever found God it has been from a group of outsiders.
Every picture of God that has ever looks like him has been made by people who never saw a Jesus that looked like themselves
I have never felt more at home than when listening to a gay person talk about God. I have never understood someone better than the lesbian Catholics who love to veil, or the transgender episcoples who see their transition as an opportunity to share in God's creation, or anyone who found God and then carved their own way to him.
When I sit in chapel, and the worship music feels like noise, I know there is a hymn being sung with a shaking voice that sounds just like Christ calling out for his father. When I see lessons written in script, I know there are sheets of construction paper printed in stock fonts on a family's kitchen table sent home from Sunday school teaching the same. When I get a hand out with Bible verses bought from Amazon, I know that someone has written the same verse in craft glue and collage and their blood.
I think God is present the most when the process of finding him is distinctly human; because I think he knows us, and makes the way he finds us human.
You showed no mercy; it will not be shown to you. You opened not your house; you will be expelled from the Kingdom. You gave not your bread; you will not receive eternal life.
Saint Basil the Great; Sermon to the Rich
thinking about when a door-to-door missionary asked my dad if he had a personal relationship with jesus and he replied, deadpan, "I eat him."
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fanart of jesus holding a hippo was not on my 2024 bingo card
Merry Christmas sleepyheads !
jesus was really just like "are you fucking stupid"
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