Forgiveness is Divine

Jude ♰ they/them ♰ Episcopalian ♰ 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

[stjudasiscariot]

Welcome! I go by several names, but I mostly use Jude here. My pronouns are they/them and I'm in my late 20s.

This blog is mostly me rambling about my faith, theology, and mysticism. I'm a high-church Episcopalian, Ignatian spirituality enjoyer, and an aspiring Christian mystic. I'm also fully queer affirming and a universalist.

Those of any faith (or no faith at all) are welcome to follow and engage with me. As long as you treat others with kindness and respect, you are welcome here.

My reblogs/posts are mostly queued!

Image credits

Blog header: Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood in St. Petersburg, Russia taken by Rod Long

Icon: Christ Almighty by Viktor Vasnetsov

Post images (top to bottom, left to right): - High altar in the chapel of the Hermandad del Calvario in The Church of San Lorenzo in Seville, Spain. Photo taken by Jaime Rodriguez - 1904 Altar Frontal by the Sisters of Bethany in St. Mark's church, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania - Ninth Station of the Cross, Holy Name of Jesus Cathedral, Raleigh, North Carolina - The Joy of the Righteous in the Lord by Viktor Vasnetsov - Seraphim by Viktor Vasnetsov - Rorate Mass at the St. Nicholas Catholic Church, Lisbon, Portugal. Photo taken by Roberto Gil

[eesirachs]

prime coping mindset for being mentally ill: god trusts me enough to handle this brain and not succumb to it

god knows you’ve got it. and if not he’s got you

[apenitentialprayer]

Guys, a Christian religious group isn't Protestant simply because it is not in union with the Catholic or Orthodox Churches. The SSPX isn't Protestant. The sole characteristic that all Protestant communities have in common is the denial that there is a specific worldly institution that can be identified as the Church that Christ established. The SSPX doesn't believe that; it does believe that the Catholic Church was established by Christ, but that there is a grave dereliction of duty by the current hierarchy. The SSPX isn't Protestant. The Jehovah's Witnesses are not Protestant. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints are not Protestant. They all believe that there is an institution that is to be rightfully identified as Christ's visible Church on earth.

[entanglingbriars]

I agree that SSPX isn't Protestant (although I did find the joke funny), but I disagree with your reasoning. The defining trait of Protestant denominations is that they either are or are descended from the schismatic denoms that formed in the Protestant Reformation. I would argue that, e.g., the Waldensians probably aren't Protestant even though they accepted the label once the Reformation started. Mormons and JWs are Protestant and traces of their heritage remain in, e.g., their rejection of the Apocrypha.

SSPX isn't Protestant because their schismatic origin is not the Reformation.

[lupusbaby]

Say it with me! Wheelchairs aren’t sad! Mobility aids aren’t sad! Mobility aids are instruments of freedom!

[goth-princess-gwennie]

Forgive me if this is inappropriate but

So are

colostomy bags

Diapers

insulin pumps

Oxygen systems

Braces

[cuntpunkop-ed]

catheters

rollators

hearing aids

compression garments

prosthetics

FREEDOM AIDS

[seraph1c-mo0n]

- canes

- service animals

- noise cancelling headphones/ear defenders

- wheelchair attachments

- fidgets

IT’S DISABILITY PRIDE MONTH YALL

BE UNAPOLOGETICALLY DISABLED AND TAKE UP ALL THE SPACE AND TIME YOU NEED!!!!!

[heliophaestus]

ID: The Disability Pride flag. /End ID

[queerprayers]

Waiting for God is like... You're expecting a guest. You haven't seen them in ages. You know they're coming, although you forget the exact time. And you don't need to impress them—they'd probably sleep on the floor, but why wouldn't you give up your bed? And it's not clean enough and you don't have matching curtains and they're not gonna care because they love you but you'll still probably do your best. Scrub the counter, at least. So you try to stay up to greet them but they're late or you were wrong about the day and you keep dozing off. All you really have to do is be at home when they knock and you'll wake up and figure everything out when they get here—but who wants to answer the door half-asleep? And you can probably get a few more things done while you're waiting. You can light a candle—that's welcoming, right?

So maybe you stay up doing dishes or maybe you give up and go to bed, but the knock makes you jump either way. It's light outside when you let them in, and that's not right, it can't be morning already. The windows are dark. Anyway, you're pouring them tea and apologizing for the mess and you realize they're not a guest at all—they live here, actually. Have your whole life. They probably make your lunch every day. Your house isn't yours at all, now that they're here, now that they've arrived and always been here. It's been yours, plural, yours together, and isn't it lovely that you don't have to worry about the curtains matching anymore? They've already seen them and chosen to stay every time.

There's another knock at the door. They arrive and you pour them tea. You get some sleep. You stop being surprised when your lunch is ready to go. You're expecting a guest. They make themselves at home; they are at home; they've been making themselves a home.

Your days are spent opening the door. They've been gone for so long; how could they have left you; why are they always forgetting to use a coaster and leaving icy circles on the wooden table; why can't you have any privacy in this house; you can't find them anywhere; this is only home when they're here; they keep arriving and you keep making tea do you think they'll ever get tired of tea do you they'll get tired of you opening the door half asleep do you think they're secretly annoyed by the mismatched curtains

Someone knocks on the door. You are interrupted. You keep forgetting you're expecting a guest. You were hoping they'd come and interrupt you. Someone knocks on the door. You're awake. You always make enough tea for two.

Eventually someone doesn't knock on your door. You find them on your doorstep waiting. You've been expecting a guest. The windows of your house are open all the time now, even though it's dark and cold, and you make your home some tea. It's never cold inside, as if opening the door let in warm air instead of cool. The candle you lit has been burning without getting smaller. You can't remember why you used to be surprised, why waiting was frantic. You wash the dishes because that's the next thing to do; because you wash the teacup of your not-guest like it's the chalice of a king.

One day you don't have a door anymore. You can see through the walls of your house and the whole galaxy spreads out before you. They're expecting a guest. You walk outside. The universe makes you tea.

[many-sparrows]

They hate me for my punk sensibilities and Christ-centered devotion

[many-sparrows]

[inprnt]

“Colorful flock of pigeons” by Naurelia on INPRNT

[only-tiktoks]

[kawree]

Y'all for real please do these. Even if you're certain your posture doesn't suck. One day you will wake up with impinged shoulder pain like I did and let me tell you it fucking HURTS. Do these exercises even just once a week and it will make such a difference. Especially my fellow creatives out there, stop shrimping over your work and go do these right now. RIGHT NOW.

[cryoverkiltmilk]

Reblog to shrimp check your mutuals

[asincereoffering]

Crown Of Thorns

[blood-red-roses]

Jean-François Millet, The Flight into Egypt, c. 1864, conté crayon, pen and black ink and black pastel, over gray washes, on paper

[lucyphair]

Light & Smoke

[archive-12-deactivated20200409]

[eesirachs]

the apostle that fits you—

—if you're bold, if you're uncertain though. if you're needy. peter

—if you're overlooked, if you're fishing for things. if you're in the garden in the night. andrew

—if you're zealous. if you're committed, committing. james greater

—if you're only a kid. if you're lost to love. if your cheeks run with tears. john the beloved

—if you're in carthage. if you're collecting things, collecting others. if you're only into the meaningful. philip

—if you're flirting below fig trees. if you like to not be right. nathanael

—if you're counting, counting, counting. matthew

—if your questions feel bigger, girthier, leakier, than the rest of you. if you never touch, through touch only. thomas

—if you're curious. if you're lost in things. lost to others. thadd

—if you're nationalistic, revolutionist. brash. lost to others, too. simon the zealout

—if you're in love. if there's conflict in the love. if you know the color of your loneliness. judas

—if you're neglecting the fishing. if you're rich in heart. if your big, moony eyes leak on lilac flushed cheeks. miriam of magdala

—if you're neglecting yourself, but you remain in the cross's cross nonetheless. miriam of clopas

—if there's myrhh on your fingers. if you like it like that. joanna

—if you're mothering, rearing, nursing, loving. if you're known through your relations. salome

—you're not her. no one is her. miriam of nazareth

—if you're not on the list but you feel it's right to be. paul of tarsus

[ohholydyke]

When I did RCIA/OCIA my program director told us “if you haven’t pictured God as a Black woman yet you should fix that” and I’ve carried that with me ever since and today I found another aspect of that: if you haven’t yet pictured God as a little girl, maybe fix that too. See Him in everyone especially the most marginalized.

[kosmogrl]

[ogsdcoke-deactivated20161231]

[lifeinpoetry]

Jesus has a tattoo of La Virgen De Guadalupe covering his back. turns out he’s your cousin Jesus from the block. turns out he gets reincarnated every day & no one on Earth cares all that much.

— José Olivarez, from “A Mexican Dreams of Heaven” published in The Adroit Journal