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Today is Palm Sunday. Today we remember when Jesus rode into Jerusalem on the back of a donkey, as the common people of the land celebrated with chants of “Hosanna, hosanna”. Hosanna, translated literally, means “save us”. The prophecies told of the Messiah, of how he would enter Jerusalem on a donkey, how he would shed blood for the good of all creation, how he would bring God’s kindom to earth and would unite all people as one in God.
Less than a week later he would be publicly executed as a traitor to the Roman power machine.
Because while he was entering the city from the mountainside, on the other side of town, Pilate and Herod were arriving. Vassal kings meant to maintain the oppressive Roman power structure. The people weren’t just asking Jesus to save them from the abstract horrors of “sin”- they were begging to be saved from the tyrants controlling their world.
And because after the story of Christ entering the holy city comes the story of him turning over merchant tables in the temple. Holy rage put into action, because you can’t buy your way into God’s favor- it came free with your being-a-beloved-child-of-God.
They killed him because he threatened the Roman way of life. He threatened the comfortable setups the religious leaders had. He threatened to liberate and love and forgive. So they killed him.
Thank God it didn’t take.
God made the world for us to frolic upon it, literally made it all because he adores us. Creation is literally a love letter.
I love this sentiment and! Also! It’s the opposite! God made this earth with its skies and water and critters and still felt like there was something missing. So God made us in the divine image. This world wasn’t made for us, WE were made for this world, and that’s just so cool
sorting thru donated books @ church today and i am obsessed w this portrayal of child Jesus in the temple. Why did they get the disgruntled preteen look down so good. Why does Mary look like that. I love art
had a dream where the pope recognized and legalized gay marriage in the church and the new pride flag for queer christians looked like this
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and blessings on everyone who mourns and cries and screams because they can still feel the world. they did not let it harden them.
i do truly believe in god because i am trans. not despite it, because of it. experiences among my fellow trans people have made me feel closer to the holy spirit than anything else. we feed each other, we share what we have, we dance and love together then we walk each other home. we cry and mourn, recover and celebrate and hope together. i have seen the face of Christ in people the USamerican church as a whole would discount immediately just because they turned grapes to wine and wheat to bread. i have never seen the idea of being the hands and feet of god on earth better exemplified than through my trans family. god bless us all and keep us, we deserve safety and to be so loved.
One of the best things I've done for my faith is learn about the nuances in the original meaning of "Kyrie, eleison." It's almost always translated as "Lord, have mercy," and while this made sense in the way the word "mercy" was used centuries ago, it doesn't really line up with the contemporary English meaning. Today, "have mercy" feels pretty solely like pleading to a judge to be pardoned for a crime and can make the church feel like a courtroom rather than a hospital for sinners. However, the original English (and Greek) meaning was far broader and quite far from this legalistic meaning. "Eleos" was the Greek translation in the Septuagint for the Hebrew word "חֶסֶד," or Chesed, which refers to a steadfast love grounded in the covenant. Furthermore, while we now know they aren't actually etymologically related, "eleos" sounds a lot like "elaion" (olive oil, used for light and medicine), and the Church Fathers (like St. John Chrysostom) associated the two deeply. When early Christians prayed "Kyrie, eleison," what they meant was something closer to: "Lord, pour out Your healing grace unto me and soothe me." They weren't so much pleading for a mitigation of punishment as they were pleading for God to hold to His Covenant with His people, which entails the treatment of sins and comfort through distress. So mentally, when I hear or say it, I translate it internally to "Lord, heal us," or "Lord, be gracious." This really helps me genuinely mean it and put my heart into it when I say "Kyrie, eleison" during the Divine Liturgy, or another liturgy.
got this crucifix in oxford and the reddit nerds have informed me that the hallmarks reveal that it was made in egypt in either 1941 or 1942 thank you reddit nerds
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~ Love the Lord my God with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength
~ Love my neighbor as myself <3