Both Lungs Byzantine

Southern. Sassy. Eastern Catholic.

[susiephone]

food discourse time……y’all.

put where you’re from, and your opinion on these foods in the tags.

sweet iced tea

key lime pie

fried chicken

sweet potato casserole. bonus: with or without marshmallows?

peaches

collard greens

cornbread

biscuits and gravy

shrimp and grits

fried green tomatoes

[chat-chouage]

i miss CHURCH

[restbeyondtheriver]

God is with me. God is with me.

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[orthodoxchurchfathers]

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[whitepeopletwitter]

[positivelypositivethoughts]

[psychology-daily]

Psychology Daily - Quotes

[queerbitchdiaz-archived]

i really needed this today, so for anyone else who might

[scarygoodfanfics-deactivated201]

Thanks I needed this also. I’ll pass it on

[lonewolf7130]

Just the Rock blessing your feed

[calculatedmadness]

Thanks, Mr. The Rock.

[thishasbeencary]

you can't even celebrate the ides of march in true spirit, stabbing someone with your 23 closest friends, because coronavirus has all large public gatherings banned 😔😔

[whitepeopletwitter]

[thesokovianaccords]

here’s the thing about adulthood-

you will go for like three months with nothing happening and you’re bored as hell and then in the span of two weeks eight different things happen at once - some fantastic and some shitty and some just plain bonkers - and you’re just running around like a chicken with your head cut off and no clue what the fuck is going on

[teacherofthethoughtfullest]

YOU AINT LYING

[hieromonkcharbel-deactivated202]

We all know that a Christian must bear the cross. We are well disposed, theoretically, to accept one. But have you noticed that it is never the right cross which comes to us? The cross we bear (our health, our face, our embarrassment, our wife, our husband, our mother, our child) always seems to us unbearable, petty, humiliating, harmful. It is always precisely what should not have become our lot, precisely what we cannot accept for all kinds of obvious reasons which we are always harping on.

All other crosses seem preferable to us, that of our neighbor, the previous one - that which we have imagined. Ours is hateful, it destroys us, it hurts us - imagine, it embitters us, and we have a grudge against ourselves and against everybody. We desperately call for another, for a cross which "fits in," a bearable, spiritual, elevating cross, beneficial to us and to others.

But alas, we must come to recognize that if the cross suited us, it would no longer be a cross; that if we refuse those which hurt, we refuse any cross; and that the cross which God parcels out to us must necessarily always be humiliating and painful, paralyzing and difficult, and must hurt us at the spot where we are the most defenseless.

L. Evely

[hieromonkcharbel-deactivated202]

Let us offer our souls in sacrifice by means of fasting. There is nothing more pleasing that we can offer to God, as the psalmist said in prophecy: A sacrifice to God is a broken spirit; God does not despise a bruised and humbled heart.

Offer your soul to God, make him an oblation of your fasting, so that your soul may be a pure offering, a holy sacrifice, a living victim, remaining your own and at the same time made over to God. Whoever fails to give this to God will not be excused, for if you are to give him yourself you are never without the means of giving.

(St. Peter Chrysologus)

[chronicowboy]

if mr darcy can stare at the love of his life for roughly five minutes without saying more than two sentences to her and still end up marrying her you should never be too mortified by your awkwardness

[hieromonkcharbel-deactivated202]

When you come into My presence, pour out your heart before Me: all that you suffer, all that you question, all that you fear, give all to Me. This you do already when you pray the psalms. It was through the psalms that I poured out My own Heart to My Father, and in the prayers of David and the holy ones of Israel, My Father heard My voice and inclined to listen to the prayer of My Heart. So does My Father now when My Bride, the Church, pours out her heart before Me in the Divine Office. I receive the prayer of My Church expressed in the age-old psalmody, already so familiar and so dear to My soul, and unite the prayer of the Church to My own ceaseless pleading before the Father in the heavenly sanctuary. It is this that confers upon the psalmody of My Church such impetratory power, such vehemence, such a resonance in the sanctuary of heaven. When you chant the psalms, you are giving Me all that you hold in your heart and all that makes up your life. There is no human experience, no suffering—not even the evil that is sin—that cannot be tendered to Me by means of the psalmody of My Church.

For this reason, it is a tragic loss and an immense woe when the psalmody of My Church falls silent in a land or in a diocese. It is a silence of death, like that of the netherworld in which no one intones a song of praise, a lament of repentance, a hymn of thanksgiving, an ode of love. My Church will be restored when the sound of her praises—the expression of My own praise of the Father in heaven—begins once again to echo from place to place, filling the nations of the earth with the sacrificium laudis.

In Sinu Jesu

[orthodoxgladness]

Do you want to be always beautiful? Learn to love God, talk to the One who is always beautiful, learn to love the One with whom people are subjugated, to whom they worship, in whom they fall in love and who they love. The Saints fell in love with the Lord because of the beauty of His face, because of the beauty of His soul, because of the beauty of His word, because of the beauty of His presence. This is the beauty in the Church, we somehow experience the beauty in the Church, and for this we need to work hard, because there are many people around us who are both good and terrible at the same time; they are good people who, however, need to make a lot of effort.

Look for the beauty hidden in them. And never offend another, never hurt him, never focus on his external features and do not draw final conclusions about his character and personality. Learn to see the beautiful that is hidden in man, in your neighbor, your friend. Our God does not create ugly people, He creates only the beautiful. Everything that God does is beautiful and good. Let us discover the good, enjoy it.

Archimandrite Andrei (Konanos)