Your bio says you're not a specific domination, it's denomination. Just letting you know
LMAO THANK YOU idk how I let a whole year get me by without noticing that, autocorrect must have smacked me when I wrote my bio out and I just didn't notice 🥀🥀🥀
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Janaina Medeiros
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

if i look back, i am lost
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we're not kids anymore.
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@queerlittlelamb
Your bio says you're not a specific domination, it's denomination. Just letting you know
LMAO THANK YOU idk how I let a whole year get me by without noticing that, autocorrect must have smacked me when I wrote my bio out and I just didn't notice 🥀🥀🥀
something something you won't find God in pamphlets demanding that you change who you are to fit some sort of twisted ideology that are forced into your hands by people who won't even take the time to learn your name but you probably will find Him in those who don't even mention faith but stay on the front lines protesting oppression, feeding the poor, and standing with those who are deemed unworthy of the care that they deserve
technically a minor annoyance but finding a cool Christian artist online is fun until you have to like. go through the "...are you homophobic/transphobic/'of course you have a cross in ur bio" doomscroll to make sure that you're actually safe to follow them. like the tonal whiplash between "omg I love your fursona!" to "what do you mean you're drawing fanart of ICE" is actually like getting smacked across the face. how are you drawing yourself as a cute fox going :3 one post and then turning around and calling immigrants a plague on this country the next. like girl hello did we read the same holy book. go to therapy
CALL YOUR SENATORS!!!
I don't usually make political posts on here but please call your senator if you're in the USA.
doves and pigeons being basically identical scientifically speaking is so important to me.
the dove, the symbol of the Holy Spirit, of God's immeasurable love and mercy come to intercede for us. is the same bird as the common "flying rat" of the cities, the slums, the poor, dilapidated areas that most folk would never willingly go.
even there. there is God. and He comes scruffy and dirty
These days I find myself more and more staring at the news in horror, with no words to describe the feelings of anger and outrage and grief.
Sometimes, the only prayer I can utter is the kýrie. Lord have mercy.
Sometimes, I find myself adrift for hours, whether I’m plugged into doomscrolling through journalism or not. I think about the genocides, old and new, which plague this world. I think of the long line of martyrs to the regime, which grows longer and longer every day, many of whose names and lives we will never hear of (did you know in America cops kill an average of 3 people a day? Do you know how many people die in prisons? In poverty? In state-sanctioned violence? From suicide driven by inequality and hatred baked into the marrow of this place?)
Kýrie eléison. Lord have mercy.
I look outside and all I can see is an endless sea of advertisements, corporate greed, poverty, pollution, environmental degradation and colonialism
I feel the ache of it in my bones. I feel the grief of my ancestors. I feel my own grief rising like incense to join theirs.
I hear the blood of the martyrs calling for justice, clamoring so loudly in my mind that I cannot sleep or think, let alone work.
Christe eléison. Christ have mercy.
Sometimes, it breaks me. For a moment. I look at it all and wonder what’s the point. Wonder if there is any value in believing something better will come, given how many losses and setbacks we have endured.
Still, my cynicism never lasts long. It comes and goes like the series of mental illnesses which plague my mind. High tides of sorrow and despair and the ever-present temptation to just give up. Low tides of peace, or at least determination to push through.
I hold out hope. That we will win. That we will see the end of the leviathan and its poison, whether it be during our mortal lifespan, during our time in heaven, or after the second coming. That every second spent fighting is worth it, because the only way we stand a chance at overcoming this is if we keep going. I think of Diane di Prima, who wrote in her revolutionary letters “it will take all of us pushing at the thing from all sides to bring it down.” I think of the generations of Black, Indigenous and other POC who fought against worse, who continue to fight against the beast prowling about the world. I think of the legacy of freedom fighters, peacemakers, advocates, and decent fucking people who have given their lives to the struggle. I think of the survivors who trek on day after day despite the devastation brought to their peoples and their lands. Who am I to say their work was in vain? Who am I to deny that theirs is a live well lived?
Theirs is the work of picking up their cross and following Christ’s way—the way against the oppressor, against injustice, against death as a weapon and the subjugation of humanity. How could I, who call myself a follower of Christ, refuse to do the same?
In the Jewish text Pirkei Avot, we find the oft-quoted “you are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to desist from it.” We cannot hide ourselves from the ravages and pretend they will simply pass us by. We cannot pretend we have no obligation to join the fight, however we can, wherever we are. To do so would be to become the salt that has lost its taste, the light hidden in darkness. To be silent in the face of immorality and atrocity.
Kýrie eléison. Lord have mercy.
May God grant us eyes that may bear witness to the horrors and envision a better future
May God grant us ears that may hear the calls for justice and listen to those in need, and those who advocate for communities that are not our own
More importantly, may God give us hands capable of doing the work. Whatever that may be for us in this moment, and in the future.
And may God have mercy on us all.
"Love and Protect your Neighbors Don't Trust the Feds"
Seen in South Minneapolis, January 2026
whenever someone tells me that I can't be a queer christian, whether it's a maga evangelical who only has hate in their heart or a fellow queer who can't stand the idea of a theist, I simply become even more annoying about being a queer christian. I love God. I love my queerness, my quirks, my faith, and how all of it ties in together to make me exactly who I'm supposed to be. I love talking to Jesus about how much I love my girlfriend. I love praying for my trans siblings, and standing in solidarity with those who are oppressed just as Jesus wants me to. every single time someone lashes out at me for who I am, for whatever that reason may be, I take that and use it as fuel to be even more authentic to myself and my faith.
It is our duty as Christians to protect the marginalized. Standing with ICE is standing against Christ.
Protect your neighbors. Learn how to protest and how to de-escalate. Learn first aid and CPR. Be prepared to step in as a witness and protector.
We should embody the same self-sacrificial love of Our Lord Jesus Christ.
Loving your neighbors is and always has been a political act.
i can't stand people who take The Lord's name in vain.
not in the sense of saying things like God damnit or Jesus Christ or whatever.
im talking using God's name to justify agendas he would uttery despise.
saying God Hates F*gs is taking The Lord's name in vain. using the bible to justify hateful and discriminatory policy is taking The Lord's name in vain.
if you use God to justify your hate of any marginalized group of people then
[🚨EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER💥]
When people say things like "how can you believe in God in times like these?" Or "God is letting this happen." I don't get offended.
I don't see God in the genocide nor in the school shootings. I see God in the protests, those transporting aid to Gaza, people calling out ICE agents on the street, the homeless person looking for food and the person giving them cash, and those that stand up against shooters for their neighbors.
Jesus didn't die rich or popular. Jesus died as a poor protesting outcast. Those that killed him thought that they won until he rose again. It may not seem like God is present but that is because you aren't looking where his spirit resides. Where there is humility, there is God. Righteousness is in the fight.
It might just be me, but the sight of God's name next to the word hate makes my skin crawl. It's so...wrong.
You mean my God? The God of love and light? The God that puts His arms around me when I'm upset and heals my heart every moment it splinters? That God?
Yeah, sure. That's just fine, I guess.
Jesus loves you. Punch a nazi.
Jesus loves you. Punch an ICE officer.
For Those Who Need It
Hey friends! So a couple of days ago I made a post mentioning that the church I went to was handing out zines with information about what to do if you see ICE agents in the neighborhood and it came with a small whistle. I thought I would share what was in the zine along with what the whistle looks like! I also want to note that is is for my friends who live in Washington State, specifically in the Seattle area, but I'm sure if you wanted to implement something like this in your community you definitely can!
God doesn't need you to fight for Him btw. He needs you to fight for the marginalised and oppressed.
Stop using ai art to depict Jesus.
Jesus was a carpenter, he had to use his own creativity to make stuff.
Maybe you should too.
checking the notifications on this account after a month is either extremely pleasant and fills my heart up with joy beyond belief
or, alternatively: