Christ and Mary Magdalene, a Finnish Legend, 1890 - oil on canvas
— Albert Edelfelt (Finland-Sweden, 1854–1905)

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Christ and Mary Magdalene, a Finnish Legend, 1890 - oil on canvas
— Albert Edelfelt (Finland-Sweden, 1854–1905)
Albert Edelfelt, Jesus Washing the Feet of his Disciples, 1898
“God exists, God is infinitely good, there is evil. What we do with that third piece is critical, and not to over-analyze it, but to simply say, we know one thing: that God has not exempted Himself from the implications of that evil. He has entered into that evil, and descended into it, and suffered through it. So ours is not an absentee landlord god. The tenement in which we live might have rats and roaches, but God is living there, too.”
—Larry Chapp, Living in a Sacramental Cosmos, The Benedictine Dialogues
“Subverting” Catholic art? Oh, okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You log onto the internet and you post about how “Wound of Christ” from Psalter and Prayer Book of Bonne de Luxembourg, attributed to Jean le Noir, c.1349, for instance, looks like a vulva because you're trying to tell the world that you enjoy Catholic art and imagery in an alternative, queer, risqué way that challenges Christian beliefs. But what you don't know is that that stigma isn’t just a vulva. It's not just a mandorla. It's not just yonic. It's actually intentionally erotic. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that around 1297, Saint Angela of Foligno experienced a vision of Christ himself, who called her to put her mouth to the wound in his side and lick the freshly flowing blood. And then I think it was Saint Catherine of Siena who drank blood and a clear liquid from the wound before receiving a ring made from Christ’s foreskin? And then graphically erotic encounters with the side wound of Christ quickly showed up in the writings of eight different mystics. And then the yonic interpretation of the stigmata filtered down through the illuminated manuscripts and then trickled on down into some pseudo-intellectual corner of the internet…where you, no doubt, fished it out of some Pinterest board. However, that interpretation represents hundreds of years and countless visions of religious ecstasy. And it's sort of comical how you think that you've come up with an idea that exempts you from Christian theology when, in fact…you're posting an image that was sexualized for you by the very Medieval saints you think you’re so different than…from “subverted” Catholic art.
“Subverting” Catholic art? Oh, okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You log onto the internet and you post about how “Wound of Christ” from Psalter and Prayer Book of Bonne de Luxembourg, attributed to Jean le Noir, c.1349, for instance, looks like a vulva because you're trying to tell the world that you enjoy Catholic art and imagery in an alternative, queer, risqué way that challenges Christian beliefs. But what you don't know is that that stigma isn’t just a vulva. It's not just a mandorla. It's not just yonic. It's actually intentionally erotic. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that around 1297, Saint Angela of Foligno experienced a vision of Christ himself, who called her to put her mouth to the wound in his side and lick the freshly flowing blood. And then I think it was Saint Catherine of Siena who drank blood and a clear liquid from the wound before receiving a ring made from Christ’s foreskin? And then graphically erotic encounters with the side wound of Christ quickly showed up in the writings of eight different mystics. And then the yonic interpretation of the stigmata filtered down through the illuminated manuscripts and then trickled on down into some pseudo-intellectual corner of the internet…where you, no doubt, fished it out of some Pinterest board. However, that interpretation represents hundreds of years and countless visions of religious ecstasy. And it's sort of comical how you think that you've come up with an idea that exempts you from Christian theology when, in fact…you're posting an image that was sexualized for you by the very Medieval saints you think you’re so different than…from “subverted” Catholic art.
no, you are not "running from God". He's in front of you
you're running laps on a track and He is sitting in the inner field waiting for you to tire yourself out and come sit with Him
he's in the grass braiding dandelions together and once you're ready to rest he'll put the flower crown on you
Rainer Maria Rilke, from Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
If Jesus came down in the flesh today
Would you let Him wash your feet?
Or stand insisting it’s okay;
Your sorrows can’t be beat?
Would you let Him take off outer clothes
To love you in the night,
Or think He’s you and think He loathes
The you you hold in fright?
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To the glistening eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant. To the great western wood, King Edmund the Just. To the radiant southern sun, Queen Susan the Gentle. And to the clear northern sky, I give you King Peter the Magnificent.
Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. May your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens.
An amazing art by CrazyTom.
P.S. Art is published with permission of the author. Please, do not repost!
ive noticed lately that daylight has begun overtaking the night by great strides...a sign that righteousness prevails in the world ?
He has risen yayy
“If the misery of the poor be caused not by the laws of nature, but by our institutions, great is our sin.”
— The Voyage of the Beagle, Charles Darwin
Emil Cioran, from The Book of Delusions
With thousands of US soldiers dying in Vietnam, a righteous group of young New Yorkers embarked on a secret mission to bring the war machine to its knees.
It’s the start of another month, which means a new @atavist issue is here!
With thousands of soldiers dying in Vietnam, a group of friends in Buffalo, New York, devised a plan to save lives. Here’s a sneak peek into Stephen Wood’s story:
He and other peace activists came to view the contents of draft boards’ filing cabinets as no different from bombs or bullets: They were just tools that helped the government kill. Crucially, destroying files could be accomplished without any violence, unless you counted the destruction of property, which raiders did not. They believed that some property simply didn’t have a right to exist.
Visit Longreads to read our excerpt, “The Good Catholics of Buffalo."
it gets points for being so jarring in its surroundings i love that
And the Spirit of God Moved on the Face of the Waters by Ivan Aivazovsky