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something bout. how even Christ did not carry the cross alone.

reblog if you're a Christian and you stand with Palestine. ✝ 🇵🇸

this may seem like an engagement farming scheme but i genuinely just wanna see how many there are.

Happy Easter

By our faith in the redeemer of the world we are called, as Christians, to form the vanguard of the non-violent army of peace.

Bernhard Häring, quoted in Daniel Izuzquiza, Rooted in Jesus Christ: Toward a Radical Ecclesiology

Euripides, tr. by Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

“Christ has no body now but yours. No hands, no feet on earth but yours. Yours are the eyes through which he looks compassion on this world. Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good. Yours are the hands through which he blesses all the world. Yours are the hands, yours are the feet, yours are the eyes, you are his body. Christ has no body now on earth but yours.”

St. Teresa of Avila

“The goal of the Christian religion is not the idolizing of Christ, not christolatry, but that we all “are in Christ,” as the mystical expression goes, that we have a part in the life of Christ. This savior is a wounded healer, and he heals so that we may become as he is. Be as he is, laugh as he laughs, weep as he weeps. Heal the sick, even those who without knowing it have contracted the great neuroses of our society, who knows no mercy with themselves and their children when they consent to the nuclear state and technologies inimical to life. To feed the hungry means to do away with militarism. To bless the children means to leave the trees standing for them.”

Dorothee Soelle | Theology for Skeptics

Frank Topping, An Impossible God

"In a tight-knit community, such as the early Christian community was: a community where people called each other "brother" and "sister" -it would be expected that one would find more examples of informal communism than one would expect in the wider society. In a sense we could say that the early Christian community was formed as a fictive kin group; and generally speaking, communism is the natural relationship among people who consider each other to be kin."

Roman A. Montero | All Things in Common; Economic Practices of the Early Christians

"Why are you supporting X group when you know that they would hate you for being X?" is such an odd take to me. Are you only capable of caring for the people who care for you? Skill issue. Luke 6:32.

no, you are not "running from God". He's in front of you

"we live in an uncaring universe"

false. i care very deeply. am i not a part of this infinite universe?

The Vicar in the Pulpit Church Mouse // MedievalKnight 

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."

God comes through my open window every night, presses His body against mine, and tells me that love will destroy me if i let it; and i must let it. i go back to sleep

John sleeps. 

He’s the youngest, the sweetest, the one who picks up flowers to put them in your hair, who joins in every time Mary starts to sing, who kisses the back of your ear when you’re stressed.

He’s also the one who drinks too much wine very early in the evening & passes out accordingly. & hey, you say, it happens. He looks at you with half-lidded eyes & a lopsided smile. He’s tired, he says, & you put a hand on his forehead & let him go. The remaining eleven will tease him mercilessly once he wakes, but for now they’re too busy passing bottles of wine around. 

Before God took him by the hand this cherubin-faced fisherman would spend the hours down the dock with his father. Sunrise to dawn, the sun hitting his naked back, turning soft skin into gold. Sharing with his brother jokes only they could understand. Calloused hands where there should only be gentleness. But then again, only time for resting was time for prayer, & you swear you can see him: fresh-faced & even younger, on his knees asking for his neighbours to have something to eat that day, for the ache in his father’s back to diminish, for his brother to sleep soundly for one night.

The wind makes the curls in his head dance, & there’s a phantom ache somewhere inside you, a divine calling to let your fingers card through them. Wake him up. Ask him to pray with you. Kiss the palm of his hands. Rest your head on his shoulder.

There are so many things a body can do when it loves. So many things this skin will long for once it is all done. 

Tonight the light disappears down the garden, as it always does. Tonight you get to carve the edge of his nose for the last time. Tonight, alone & frightened, you have nothing but the memories of warm bodies against your own, & it should be enough. The soft caress of a memory, it should be enough. 

Tonight, the night you know will be the last night, he’s there, peaceful & beautiful & surrounded by the golden evening light. 

It should be enough, it isn’t. 

But you know that, just like the rest of you, he doesn’t get to sleep much these days. 

John sleeps, & you let him. Your only wish that God doesn’t wake him before you’re gone. 

⁠— John Sleeps, Dante Émile

just. john the apostle. john the beloved. john the youngest. john who rests his head on jesus' shoulders while he speaks. john who stayed with the women during the passion & wasnt ashamed of sharing their pain. john who got to the empty tomb before anyone else. john the patron saint of love & friendship & loyalty & writers & poets. my good friend john

yeah actually every trans person is blessed by god, protected under the virgin mary's mantle, prayed for by the saints and fought for by the heavenly host hope this helps

well first of all we’re supposed to conform ourselves to Christ, not to gender, so jot that down—

jesus entering jerusalem for the last time is meaningful. but it's wrong to think that there is a terminus here, or that we can talk only of him entering on a colt in the morning. because the gospel tells us that he spends the whole day in the city, looking around, wandering, engaging, ongoing, becoming, until it is very late--and only then does he go to find a place to rest with his friends. the image of palm sunday is not of a god entering holy ground. instead, it is a god entering holy ground for the last time--and he knows this. he's taking it all in. he's turning quietly down a side street to take a deep breath. he's staying out later than half of his friends want him to. this god is nostalgic. moving slow, dragging his feet. wanting one, last, good day

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.

James baldwin’s the artists struggle for identity. Btw.

God is no stranger to pain. When you cry to Him, He isn’t looking down on you and saying, “Here we go again.” He’s leaning down, feeling every tear of betrayal, anxiety, and grief that you are crying, and saying “I know. I remember. I know.”

son. my son

Our Lady Who Brings Down Walls. Separation wall in Bethlehem, Occupied West Bank, Palestine

Merry Christmas sleepyheads !

I was yesterday years old when I found out Jesus had as many as if not more than 6 siblings

jesus recovering from top surgery

in an alchemical-medical manuscript, germany, 1529

source: Kassel, Universitätsbibliothek, 4° Ms. chem. 82, fol. 25 recto (detail).

the reason i love the comparison between angels and machines (robots, transmission towers, trains, computers, etc.) is that it gets to the heart of what angels essentially are: divine machines. they're mechanisms through with the divine is able to act, created with a purpose and "happy" to fulfil it simply because they were made to do so. they have more in common with a machine programmed to run on algorithms and make calculations based on input commands than they do with humanity, even if they bear a human visage - an attempt by the divine to help bridge the gap. angels do not need to be eldritch monstrosities to be terrifying, because they are already alien to us simply by being angels. for an angel to choose to deviate from their purpose and achieve free will is to fall because in order to have free will they can no longer be an angel, because an angel is defined by its purpose. much like the stories we tell of robots that gain sentence, only to discover that they can never truly be human, but neither can they go back to being a machine, angels who fall become something else entirely, purposeless and adrift and alone. it is a tragic sacrifice.