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Mutual Aid initiatives to donate to:
Ghazzah:
Revive Gaza Farmlands (top priority)
Dahnoun Aid
Sameer Project
Mona's mutual aid project (X)
MECA
Sudan:
Sudan Solidarity Collective
Khartoum Aid Kitchen
Period Care in Sudan
Al Abbasiya community kitchen (Al-Abbasiya / Umdurman based)
Basmat Wasl (Khartoum-based)
Our own bodies, broken by and through love, united to the broken bodies of the poor, become one in the broken body of Christ.
Daniel Izuzquiza, Rooted in Jesus Christ: Toward a Radical Ecclesiology
Our own bodies, broken by and through love, united to the broken bodies of the poor, become one in the broken body of Christ.
Daniel Izuzquiza, Rooted in Jesus Christ: Toward a Radical Ecclesiology
There is a legend that, when Adam and Eve were turned out of Eden or earthy paradise, an angel smashed the gates, and the fragments flying all over the earth are the precious stones. We can carry the legend further. The precious stones were picked up by the various religions and philosophers of the world. Each claimed and claims that its own fragment alone reflects the light of heaven, forgetting the setting and incrustations which time has added. Patience my brother. In God’s own time we shall, all of us, fit our fragments together and reconstruct the gates of paradise. There will be an era of reconciliation of all living faiths and systems, the era of all being in at-one-ment, or atonement, with God. Through the gates shall all people pass to the foot of God’s throne.
— Henry Pereira Mendes
One of those bastard months
it's so easy to find God everywhere tbh like i touch my hamster's little nose and it's a miracle, and there is God. i brew tea with milk and honey and there is sweetness, and there is God. i ask my security guard if her sickness is improving and she smiles, forgetting to cover her chipped front teeth like she usually does, and there is God. i take a walk and i see pots of flowers alongside the roads, and people laughing in the sun, and hear the motorcycles rumble, and hear the firecrackers pop, and smell the food of the market, and smell the perfume of a stranger, and God sees and hears and smells all these things too, and there He is within them all.
New Seeds of Contemplation by Thomas Merton
Conservative Calvinists like to argue against the notion of choosing God—they say that grace is irresistible, and that the conclusion of this is that we do not choose or accept God, he breaks into us and forcibly transforms us. I think of this and the sex abuse scandals of the SBC, the patriarchal domination, the marital rape, the lack of care for consent—their God reflects a worldview that does not value consent. God rushes in as he pleases and cares not for our response. They argue this is the pious belief—that anything else suggests we are capable of stopping God, and this diminishes his power, but they’re missing something.
What if God wants our permission?
What if God, the lover, wants us to choose him?
Choice and free will aren’t about power, though of course conservative Reformed Baptists and the like would reduce them to that because to them, everything is about power. But really, choice and free will are about love freely given. About saying yes to God. Our Lady consented before the Incarnation. The prophets consent to delivering God’s message. Jesus consents to the Cross. The Holy Spirit is invited in. It doesn’t diminish God’s power for him to want us to consent. It adds to his grace and his love. And he is a patient lover—one who waits for us when we reject him. Who does not move until we say be it done to me according to thy word. The bridegroom who waits for the bride to come to him.
We choose God—we seek out and choose his embrace, which is always available for us but does not force itself upon us.
It’s not about our ability to stop God—it’s about a God who waits for us to choose and consent to him. To ask for him. God is a good lover, who values these things, who treasures them.
I am my beloved’s and he is mine. And I have chosen this life, just as he has chosen me.
I’m not Christian, I don’t go to church anymore, and my pastor died, but when he was alive I’d sometimes go to his sermons and I remember one time he said “it feels good to hate, but we know that it isn’t allowed, so when we’re told that we’re allowed to hate someone we get so excited that we forget we’re supposed to love”, and if my humble atheist ass might borrow some church talk I’d like to perhaps submit that
Anyhow sometimes on the day to day I feel disgust or revulsion and I have to ask myself “is this a danger to anyone at all or am I just looking for something I’m allowed to hate” and a solid 98/100 times it’s the latter so once again thank you pastor D
stop spreading despair and nihilism
stop buying into the idea that nonviolent activism is useless, rather than (by far) the most effective form of protest
stop falsely claiming that BLM accomplished nothing and that most citizens “don’t care” when people are murdered by the state
start understanding that most of your neighbors care about your rights, and their own
start noticing that most people are moved by injustice, including against people who look nothing like them
The pushback against ICE exposed a series of mistaken assumptions.
Wed. Jan 28, 2026
Masked, armored, and armed to the teeth, and they're afraid of people blowing whistles at them. link to post
Cemeteries are not wastes of space. Historical cemeteries ESPECIALLY are not wastes of space. The fact developers are continuously foaming at the mouth to destroy them and put a strip mall up in their place should make you even more determined to help maintain them. In urban areas, they are a haven for wildlife. They are a green space. If you are too afraid of death to utilize them for that purpose, that is on you.
the church is really like: gender is fake. God is a woman. jesus christ is our mother. you can experience sexual, sensual pleasure with God. the first apostle was a woman. female sexuality is a cornerstone of the history of ecstatic mysticism. you are a chivalrous knight to the Lord’s maiden. you can nurse from God’s breast and be nourished on his milk. and somehow almost none of this made it into actual christian practice.
all of this is foundational to christianity, it is interwoven into the basis of all christian practice, and yet somehow we wound up with one of the most bigoted, violent, sexist, misogynistic downright dangerous religious practices in history.
so frustrating to be a skeptic with a sense of whimsy because like. I want there to be cryptids. I want there to be magic. I want there to be evidence of something we don't fully understand and can't explain. but then 99% of the "proof" out there for that stuff is like. the most obvious scam you've ever seen in your life.
This is worse. Looking at these you can tell they have no significant monetary value. They were confiscated as a fear tactic. Nothing more.
This picture breaks my heart everytime it appears in my dash. It’s a fear tactic, alright but—
The first one in the left corner: It’s a first communion rosary, and it’s not cheap.
The black one in the first line: That’s a widow rosary and it’s old.
The white one in the second line: is a commemoration rosary. It has a miniature picture in the round part. I haven’t seen that since the 70′s.
In the third line, multicolor one: It’s an Anima mundi, I have only seen those in the hands of Rosary ministery’s old ladies. The oldest ones are from the 80′s after Juan Pablo II came to Mexico for the first time. It’s one of the old ones, I know because the crucifixes are different. The third one on the fourth line: Red and gold. The style is old, the metal is dark, that’s a 50′s rosary, probably a quinceañera one (or it’s maybe older, from the 40′s when the brides carried red roses with their offerings).
The fifth one on the fourth line: It’s a quinceañera rosary with Ignatius’s tear. The style is old and in my part of Mexico is orphan girls who used it. At least it was when I was young. The third one of the fifth line: the blue one with the anchor. That one I have only seen in Veracruz and it doesn’t look new. The fifth one on the fifth line: That’s a 90′s wedding rosary. Black and white patterns were popular on that date. The fourth one on the last line: That’s a first communion rosary from the 30′s. It’s delicate and most probably silver. The rest wrench my heart too, the humble everyday rosaries with wooden beads and knots. Those are cheap and bear the wear and tear of their user handling. But those I described are much more.
Those are mother’s rosaries.
Those are not just rosaries. Those are mementos, that’s the proof of their families stories. They are taking from them the only portable things they can carry to feel the connection to their families. It’s not a fear tactic. Call it like by its name. It’s dehumanization.
Rosaries are among personal belongings confiscated from immigrants when they are arrested at the southern border of the United States.
In 2016, David Hill, a volunteer for No More Deaths who is tasked with helping reunite deported migrants with property taken by authorities described to the publication Vice a wide range of confiscated items: “weddings rings, rosaries, and children’s artwork” along with identification cards, money, cell phones and medication:
Due to the 30-day rule and the potential for belongings to be lost between agencies involved, immigrants are regularly deported with only the clothes on their back. No cellphones, no ID, no cash.
tl;dr: yes
Tips for Catholic Cunning Folk
Pray for the souls in purgatory. You’ll need their prayers in return, and much sooner than you think.
Say each archangel’s prayer on their days of the week, and especially on their feast days. They enjoy the appreciation.
Research the lives and deeds of the saints, and get in the habit of praying novenas now and again. You never know when you’ll need a friend.
Don’t be shy — ask your priest to bless your rosary, your crucifix, your saintly icons, etc. They’ll become your most powerful talismans in time.
Never underestimate holy water. Use that stuff in your floor washes, to cross your doors, to bless your pets, to dress candles and statues and altars, etc.
Whatever water you put holy water in then becomes more holy water — keep the ratio 51% holy and 49% regular and you’ll be fine. It’ll do in a pinch, but get fresh stuff weekly if you can instead of just endlessly mixing more at home.
Go to mass and receive the Eucharist worthily. You’ll need your strength.
Go to confession and receive full absolution. You’ll need a clear conscience.
Read your bible and pray your rosary. You’ll need a firm mind and brave heart.
Good luck.
