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He be talking

guys jesus is trending on twitter

jesus and the samaritan woman at the well

He has risen yayy

St Michael the Archangel and St Joan of Arc

"Christianity is the only major world religion to have as its central focus the suffering and degradation of its God. The crucifixion is so familiar to us, and so moving, that it is hard to realize how unusual it is as an image of God." Churches sometimes offer Christian education classes under the title "Why Did Jesus Have to Die?" This is not really the right question. A better one is, "Why was Jesus crucified?" The emphasis needs to be, not just on the death, but on the manner of the death. To speak of a crucifixion is to speak of a slave's death. We might think of all the slaves in the American colonies who were killed at the whim of an overseer or owner, not to mention those who died on the infamous Middle Passage across the Atlantic. No one remembers their names or individual histories; their stories were thrown away with their bodies. This was the destiny chosen by the Creator and Lord of the universe: the death of a nobody. Thus the Son of God entered into solidarity with the lowest and least of all his creation, the nameless and forgotten, "the offscouring [dregs] of all things" (1 Cor. 4:13).

—Fleming Rutledge, The Crucifixion: Understanding the Death of Jesus Christ (p.75)

Gold pendant necklace with icons, decorated with pearls and precious stones. Byzantine, 11th - 12th century with Russian additions made in the 13th century

from The Kremlin Museums

Jesus & Company

More drawings of The Chosen! These two being more focused on Jesus and his disciples, specially Simon.

My Jesus collection grows

Full size (100x86 cm) graphic version of painting for my composition classes. It is needed to better understand tone values and to have a perception of how your work gonna look like in full size. Made with charcoal stick

Iconograffity, by Alexandr Tsypkov

Our Lady of Kazan. Acrylic, juniper slice, golden leaf

in my mind jesus looks like bahaa sultan

A tiny Holy Mary shrine at Poznańska street in Warsaw.

the thought of Jesus whittling……….. i’m soft

Podgórski Cemetery in Kraków, Poland on the evening of All Saints Day.

Read more about the origins of the custom in Poland here: Dziady / Zaduszki / Pominki.

Photos © Krzysztof Kalinowski / LoveKraków.pl

“The Gospels insist upon two antithetical truths which express the tragedy of the human condition: the first is that if you do not love you will not be alive; the second is that if you do love you will be killed. If you cannot love you remain self-enclosed and sterile, unable to create a future for yourself or others, unable to live. If, however, you do effectively love you will be a threat to the structures of domination upon which our human society rests, and you will be killed.”

— Fr Herbert McCabe (via onancientpaths)

Our Lady of Guadalupe appearing to St Juan Diego on a storefront in Los Angeles.

The Chapel of Our Lady of the Snows in Antarctica, the southernmost church in the world

Praying is not a way to get what you want. Prayer is the extension of your soul into the world and beyond. To pray is to surrender yourself to the mystery of the divine, and to open yourself to a response you may never have anticipated or wanted. Prayer is an act of humility and acknowledgement that we are part of an infinite cycle centred not on us, but on God. We join with the prayers of those who came before us and those who are yet to come. Our prayers live on even when we have ceased to be. In a way, to pray is to become eternal.

Latest obsession: pocket shrine/altars

i don't know what gay draping themselves sensually while bleeding out needs to hear this but st sebastian survived the arrows. let yourself be tended to and let the holes scar over. we have work to do. you need to harangue every empire in your path, to prophesy to your archers. you must become irene and nurse others bleeding back to health. yes spoiler alert we'll all be beaten to death if we keep it up but so it goes. we've never claimed to have a practical religion, just one that looks good suffering in paintings and then comes back to life. the second bit is longer and harder than the first. may as well start today

get to know me meme >> Favorite Relationships [34?] Kevin & Chiron (Moonlight)

You're the only man who's ever touched me. You're the only one. I haven't really touched anyone since.

praying for your mutuals is honestly so freaking funny

Above all, serve God, love well, and commit to the Bit

“Mary’s inability to recognize Jesus may stem from any of the reasons mentioned—grief, disbelief, or the more theological reason that the glorified body did not have the same appearance as did his earthly body. Or maybe she is just stunned by a dead man suddenly alive. Imagine one of your favorite relatives simply showing up at the grave. We can imagine standing there motionless, waiting for an answer. Then comes one the tenderest passages in the whole Gospel: “Jesus said to her, Mariam. She turned and said to him in Hebrew, ‘Rabbouni!’” The two words are preserved in Aramaic, transliterated into Greek. Jesus calls her by name—"Mariam.“ She responds with the Aramaic word for rabbi: “Rabbouni.” Aramaic words, you’ll remember, likely reach back to the lips of Jesus, and in this case, of Mary. Imagine her hearing that familiar voice speak her name. The experience would have been unforgettable, and she would have been sure to repeat that very word when she recounted the story, at first to the disciples, next to the evangelist, and to anyone who would listen, probably until the day she died. Her own friends and circle of admirers would have treasured and preserved this Aramaic call and response: “Mariam…Rabbouni.” Not until Jesus speaks her name does Mary know him. At first, Mary couldn’t recognize him, but she knew that distinctive voice with the Nazarean accent—the voice that called her into wholeness when it expelled whatever demons troubled her, the voice that welcomed her into his circle of friends, the voice that told her she was valued in the eyes of God, the voice that answered her questions, the voice that laughed over a meal, the voice that counseled her near the end of his earthly life, the voice that cried out in pain from the cross. Mary knew that voice, because it was a voice that had spoken to her in love. Then she recognizes who it is. Because sometimes seeing is not believing. Loving is.”

—

Fr. James Martin, SJ

Easter Sunday meditation: Jesus and “Mariam.”

From “Jesus: A Pilgrimage”:

from Philadelphia Gay News, 1976

the beloved | the betrayer

-@ghostsmp3

saint sebastian tended by saint irene but they're both drag artists

felt like this might be something this site would enjoy