Inside the ancient church of St John's in Inglesham, dating back to the 13th century, and its many layers of paint.

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Inside the ancient church of St John's in Inglesham, dating back to the 13th century, and its many layers of paint.
hey in case no one has told you this recently, God is good
am i important to god? why? i am not anything grand
the clay of your flesh is still warm from where his fingers met to shape you
I don’t care if you make fun of Catholicism as long as it’s accurate! The best humour has its roots in the truth.
“You can be mean to me but there are RULES about it” is the most Catholic thing I’ve ever seen.
I walked into that one
Lamentations 3:21-30
A Christian must not be fanatical; he must have love for and be sensitive towards all people. Those who inconsiderately toss out comments, even if they are true, can cause harm.
I once met a theologian who was extremely pious, but who had the habit of speaking to the secular people around him in a very blunt manner; his method penetrated so deeply that it shook them very severely. He told me once: “During a gathering, I said such and such a thing to a lady.” But the way that he said it, crushed her. “Look”, I said to him, “you may be tossing golden crowns studded with diamonds to other people, but the way that you throw them can smash heads, not only the sensitive ones, but the sound ones also.”
Let’s not stone our fellow-man in a so-called “Christian manner.” The person who – in the presence of others – checks someone for having sinned (or speaks in an impassioned manner about a certain person), is not moved by the Spirit of God; he is moved by another spirit.
The way of the Church is love; it differs from the way of the legalists. The Church sees everything with tolerance and seeks to help each person, whatever he may have done, however sinful he may be.
A truly humble person never behaves like a teacher; he will listen, and, whenever his opinion is requested, he responds humbly. In other words, he replies like a student. He who believes that he is capable of correcting others is filled with egotism.
Saint Paisios the Athonite
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Christ the King by Theophilia on DeviantArt
The Lord sits as King for ever. The Lord will bless his people with peace.
How worthy is the Lamb who was slain, to receive power and divinity, and wisdom and strength and honor. To him belong glory and power forever and ever.
Regardless of religion, people are allowed to be ticked off and uncomfortable when their customs and holidays are stripped down into a vague, distorted, and easily-marketable husk.
ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ ᴡᴇɪꜱᴛʟɪɴɢ
If you need this year to end, if you crave a slow beginning, if you need to be confronted with (re)birth, may I interest you in a liturgical new year? What if, on the first day of Advent, you forgot about the resolutions and the diets and the parties and you lit a candle? What if your new year was a season (not just a day), and you had time to prepare, and January 1st was just another day of Christmas?
Construct your calendar how you wish of course, but I want to invite you to join the Christian new year, even halfheartedly. You have a week to decide (and you can of course have two new years, or none at all).
Advent is for small lights in big darkness, dim mirrors, veils and unveiling, cleaning house, waiting. Christianity beckons you to a new year devoid of self-improvement. We will be changed, of course. But ultimately there's nothing we can do about it. We create what we can and know God will shatter our plans.
It's almost the new year, is what I'm trying to say. If you choose it. Christmas is our second-highest feast day, one worth preparing for. Let secular Christmas happen, participate in it as you wish, but know that the Church will be holding its breath still. There is a dark womb before the birth. Be patient in the growing.
(And if you need a liturgical end of the year, one that is a surrender and a calling amidst the politics and nationalism of this world, may I interest you in the feast of Christ the King?)
Happy feast day of St Cecilia 🩷🎻
The Christ of the Breadlines, Fritz Eichenberg, 1951.
I’m a lesbian and a Catholic which means the only man I’ll ever marry is Jesus Christ the Son of God Bridegroom to the Church and I eat his literal flesh and drink his actual blood every week through the transubstantiated Eucharist in remembrance of when he was here on earth and looking forward to when he will come back
“You just need the right man” I found him. It’s Jesus. We’re one flesh now. Yeah he died for my sins and in doing so united me to the creator God Almighty. He was dressed up for the occasion and everything. He kissed me on the forehead and led me to my girlfriend and said go love her as I loved you be happy. My husband is seated at the right hand of God from which he will come to judge the living and the dead if you care. Yeah I tried to pray the gay away but he cupped my face in his hands and said “there is nothing about you that needs to be fixed. You are holy as I am holy.” He had me nail my internalized homophobia to the cross and he carried it for me. The Holy Spirit gave me the rizz to flirt with my girlfriend when we met well enough that she fell in love with me and when we get married and she’s my wife I’m going to thank my husband Jesus Christ.
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The Sermon on the Mount block print by Sarah Hawkes
St. Thaïs Praying in her Cell, 1736 by Charles-Antoine Coypel (French, 1694–1752)