[bieshu]

“God hates” [*INCORRECT BUZZER SOUND* 🚫🚫👎🚨🚨🚨👎👎🔥💣💣💥💥💥]

[butch-marauders]

[id: tumblr comment: 🤡(clown emoji) God hates faggots end id]

[maybenotcowboycore]

Before they took Eve out of him, Adam was something both. He was Adam but he was also Eve. “Male and female He created them.” He was both then. Even if it was only one rib of Adam that was Eve, how could Adam have ignored such a part of himself? How could all of womanhood have been stored in one man’s rib and he not notice? He had no concept that she would one day be somebody else. That womanhood was his. His originally. His at the formation of man. A grain of womanhood, inside his chest. A man seeded with a feminine side so powerful it would grow the vast diversity of women. There’s no way he didn’t notice. There’s no way he didn’t see that seed, that rib, as part of who he was. After all, he was made in God’s image then.

When God said “Let us make man in our image,” He made Adam in all his bothness. Adam’s rib was like God’s rib. Adam’s womanhood was like God’s womanhood. Adam’s rib was taken out of him. Did he miss it? Did he feel an emptiness there? Or was seeing it grown into a unique creature of glory all its own so divinely delightful he had no time to mourn his little rib. Did the first man ever miss his bothness? God never took out His own rib. That womanness is still in there. God’s bothness is intact. Where is God’s rib now?

[queerprayers]

christians trying to get queer people staying closeted or celibate, and especially those invested in queer people entering/maintaining cisgender heterosexual relationships, often use language of sacrifice: god asks us to give up our desires. doing god's will isn't always easy or what we would choose for ourselves. it doesn't matter what the world tells us is acceptable. we can't give in to cultural norms. we can't always trust ourselves. sacrifice your desires and longings and needs and lay them at god's feet.

and the thing is, I don't disagree. lately I've been thinking a lot about what god has asked me to sacrifice by making me queer: familial approval/acceptance. confidence in legal protection and medical care. safety in every public space. an easily accessible history of christians like me. implicit trust in fellow christians. an understood and not sexualized relationship. a wedding that could be held in any church, presided over by any pastor, and attended by everyone I invite. the ability to have biological children with my partner.

I have had, at different times, great desires and longings and needs for these things. and I lay them at the feet of a god who is bigger than them. I sacrifice what the world asks of me for what love asks of me. I ask for the grace to live out my own life, not for skilled enough repression to force myself into a different one. I ask for forgiveness for conscious and unconscious sin, and god shows me what bears good fruit.

coming out was (and is, every time) a repentance, a turning. an amendment of life--or rather, an amendment of everything that prevented me from life. sometimes I like to use the worn-out phrases that make me sound like a testimonial. I was born again, yes. god showed me the light. I was so lost. I was so focused on comfort and success but I had to give up everything. I had to trust the lord instead of my instincts to conform to the world's sin. love the sinner, though, of course. invite them to the wedding. I'm just sharing what's on my heart in this season.

[coriesu]

The Forerunner

Eugène Trigoulet–1894

[wizardmp3]

ID: painting of a man kneeling in prayer in some cell-like room, with his body and head glowing brightly. his head is dismembered and bleeding in a cross sigil, while the person who holds a bloody knife cowers in a corner.

subsequent images are close ups of the beheaded's body, and head. End ID

[magdaleneanthony]

«  she should be in the club » everyone knows your late twenties are for becoming increasingly offputtingly religious

[nyaa]

[papalspillage]

[ID: two anime girls leaving a church. They are dressed in black and red, with stylized crosses on their skirts. Both are grinning and one has a hand raised in celebration. Captions read “We did it! we ate his body and drank his bloooood >.<“ end ID].

[jewish-sideblog]

Hebrew names latinized into English will never not be funny to me like. How the fuck did you get Sam from שמואל? The whole first letter changed. “Sam” in Modern Hebrew means narcotic drug. That’d be like if your name was Matthew but you went by Meth for short

[lycaniums-room]

Hush

[27bobs]

[ID: a lamb tromping playfully over a wolf. The wolf is laying on its back, paws up in the air as if playing helicopter. The drawings is black and white with a shock of red over the wolf’s muzzle and the lamb’s mouth and neck. Text reads “If we play very quiet, the Shepard never has to know.” End ID].

[iustuspeccator]

Where Does Your Taste Live? | American Christianity Quiz — theodramatist

What you watch, read, eat, and listen to—mapped to your nearest neighborhood on the map of American Christian traditions. Thirty‑four questi

okay okay one more quiz, this is your American Christian denomination based on your taste in secular things and get ready because I got dead on bullseye Episcopalian LMAO

[aevum-meditations]

"Again, the devil took him to a very high mountain, and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and the glory of them; and he said to him, 'All these I will give you, if you will fall down and worship me.'" (Matthew 4:8-9)

"My kingdom is not of this world," Jesus told Pilate, a representative of the largest empire of the western world at the time. "World" being the Greek kosmos, order. Jesus isn't making an otherworldly statement, but underscoring that the Kingdom of God does not operate how worldly kingdoms do, with coercion, force, and violence — this is mere counterfeit "power." The Christian language of kingship is a language of analogy and paradox, pointing toward something that, in some respects, bears a certain resemblance to a kingdom, but cannot be taken literally — otherwise we would only superimpose all worldly examples onto Christ.

Jesus use of worldly images such as "kingdom" point, perhaps not without some subversive irony, to an community in which what the world calls "power" is inverted, or rather it is reverted and restored to its proper place. It turns out that worldly "power" is entirely impotent. To outsiders such as Pilate, none of this makes sense. The Kingdom of God was not a mere counterforce at war with the Roman Empire or any other worldly power. Instead, the Kingdom of God operates in a completely different way ("not of this world"), in which the meanings of words were transposed into a new, sacramental dimension of life, through which genuine love, compassion and justice could become a living reality.

Christendom, however, conflates these two different kingdoms, and subsequently co-ops the analogous language of the Kingdom of God in order to literalize it, and, in doing so, undermining its kenotic foundation in Christ. A "Christian nation" is an oxymoron. "The US is a Christian nation" is just an evasive way of saying "We have no king but Caesar," truly spoken in the spirit of antichrist.

[bostonpoetryslam]

“In Exodus, the first set of ten commandments (broken by Moses) are not buried but placed in the Aaron Hakodesh (the holy ark) beside the new unbroken tablets which the Jews carry through the wilderness for forty years. I imagine the broken tablets leaning against the unbroken ones telling them secrets only broken things know. I imagine the weight of the broken tablets, and the heat, and the thirst, and the frustration. Why don’t we just leave the broken tablets behind? What good is all this carrying? To know your history is to carry all your pieces, whole and shattered, through the wilderness. And feel their weight.”

— Sabrina Orah Mark, “U Break It We Fix It,” published in the Paris Review

[weepyemperor]

You've seen Self Diagnosis Is Bad, now let me introduce you to Diagnosis Is Bad. You've seen Diagnosis Is Bad, now let me introduce you to Classification Is Bad. You've seen Classification Is Bad, now let me introduce you to Language Is Bad. You've seen Language Is Bad, now let me introduce you to the Gong of Eternal Peace

OMMMMMM

[iscariotapologist]

Barbara Crooker

[papalspillage]

[ID: a poem titled “Sanctus.” It reads: “

A goldfinch, bright as a grace note, has landed on a branch across the creek that mutters and murmurs to itself as it rushes on, always in a hurry. The ee oh lay of a wood thrush echoes from deep in the forest, someplace green. In paintings, the Holy Ghost usually takes the form of a stylized dove, its whiteness a blaze of purity. But what if it's really a mourning dove, ordinary as daylight in its old coat, nothing you'd ever notice. When he rises from the creek and the light flares behind, his tail is edged in white scallops, shining. And when he opens his beak. isn't he calling your name, sweet and low, You, you, you?” End ID].

[sacredheart-stigmata]

*gently takes my friends and siblings in Christ by the hand* when people call you schizophrenic or psychotic for believing in miracles or mystic experiences, or even just the existence of God, ableism is explicitly and actively at play. They are using the belief that schizophrenic people are untrustworthy, or even dangerous, to insult you. You might be the one being called names, but we are the butt of the joke. Being called ‘schizophrenic’ is not bad. We are not inherently bad. And plenty of us (like me!) are religious. It is far more important to push back against the mere idea that being schizophrenic is insulting than it is to say that being called schizophrenic is anti-religion.

When people use us to insult you, it says more about how they see us than how they view your religion. And if you don’t think poorly of us, what they call you is not longer an insult.

[eesirachs]

the lyrics of the loved: yhwh grazes me, there's nothing i lack. / in comely grass he lies me, in rivers resting he gives. my vapourish life he returns, guiding me to right courses in his name. / though i come through the valley of gloomest gloom, i've no terror. you're with me. your rods and rods clamour, console. / you lay for me a table for those that violence me. you chrism me in olive oil; my cup's runny-over. / only goodness, good goodness, runs to me, for the years of my life. i remain in the house of yhwh for long years

—my translation of ps 23

[1666deadonthescene]

render yourself incompatible with this world. then stay

[night-windows]

[officiallanxichen]

[Image description: a screenshot of two tweets. @_natastrophe_ says, "Birders (in my experience) are generally either boomer retirees or young queer people. Are there any other hobbies that have these generational dynamics." @atlanticesque replies, "Are you familiar with the Episcopal Church." End image description.]