For the LORD your God is a consuming fire

Deut 4:24 :: basically a blog of stuff related to God that inspires me as someone half-lost on a spiritual goose-chase. I follow as c-estlevide

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various pictures of women at the kotel that i love

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Peepal leaf artwork is a form of folk art native to South India that involves painting on the dried leaves of a peepal tree. This depiction is of Jesus Christ dying on the cross.

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Hey, don't cry. A single thread in a tapestry, though its color brightly shines, can never see its purpose in the pattern of the grand design, ok?

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— Sohrab Sepehri

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If hatred knocks at your door,  Greet it with a smile, But tell it it has come too late, For love is already having tea inside.  

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Christian Wiman, Zero at the Bone: Fifty Entries Against Despair

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anticapitalist for religious reasons

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15th century Timurid Qur'an copied on Chinese paper from the Ming Dynasty.

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Tunsiya/Amrikiya, Leila Chatti

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

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St. Brendan the Navigator giving Holy Communion to a mermaid

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Leila Chatti, Awrah

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“Maybe the desire to make something beautiful/is the piece of God that is inside each of us.”

From ‘Franz Marc’s blue horses’ by Mary Oliver

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my favorite metaphorical language in the Bible is the personification of the earth as a witness to the lord, like the earth remembers what happened and it was so important that the rocks cry out to God. like that’s metal. the poetry in the Bible is so metal 

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. . . the desire for God is the preparation for union with him.

St. John of the Cross, The Living Flame of Love, The Collected Works of St. John of the Cross. Trans. Kieran Kavanaugh, O.C.D. and Otilio Rodriguez, O.C.D.

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“My unsteady hand: a fist / in the face of God.”

— — Peggy Robles–Alvarado, from “When I Became La Promesa,” published in Poem-a-Day