#christains

[fictiongarden]

[karlyanalora]

Prowl’s Christmas: A Christains on Cybertron Story

Prowl hated Christmas and for very good reason.

There were plastic shreds from the tinsel caught in the fine gears of his ankles. He spent hours each day picking glass and plastic shards from his peds after accidentally stepping on another ornament someone had dropped. And it seemed like only the infernal music of the holiday would play over his radio.

The twins had decided it would be wonderful to accent his personal Christmas lights (sirens) with strings of them. He’d woken up in a panic while in alt mode and transformed. Which had resulted in plastic-coated wires getting caught inside him, pinched in transformation seams, and glass bulbs being shattered in his internals.

Which was why he was lying on a med berth with Ratchet standing over him.

At least he was missing a performance of “Christmas Carols” by their human family. If he heard one more song about talking men of snow or reindeer….

“I don’t think they appreciated our performance.” That was Spike’s voice, and within a few moments, the “carolers” came into view.

Carly looked perturbed. “Optimus had that face of ‘oh, humans. Such a young and naïve species. Humor them.’ on the whole time.”

“I take it the performance did not have the desired effect.” Ratchet commented. He looked down at Sparkplug. “What were your intentions?”

“Well,” Sparkplug began “Carly had the idea of explaining the true meaning of Christmas…”

“A commercial industry.” Prowl interrupted brusquely.

Sparkplug chuckled. “Carly was worried that was the impression of the holiday you were getting. When all you hear about is Santa Claus, the holiday can sound very stupid. That’s why we wanted to share the reason why Earth celebrates Christmas at all.”

“Which is?” Ratchet prompted.

Carly looked up at Prowl. “Would you mind if we sing, Prowl? I know you hate the holiday, but I wanted to do this for you.”

“Is it important to you, Carly?” Prowl asked.

“Yes.”

“Than I shall listen.”

Chip whirled to the front of the group and began conducting.

“God rest ye merry gentlemen

Let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our Savior

Was born on Christmas Day

To save us all from Satan's pow'r

When we were gone astray

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

“In Bethlehem, in Israel

This blessed Babe was born

And laid within a manger

Upon this blessed morn

The which His Mother Mary

Did nothing take in scorn

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy…”

The music stopped. 

“Prowl, are you crying?” Sparkplug asked.

“Is our singing really that bad?” Spike asked, only partly in jest.

Prowl wiped at his optics. “Spike, to me you sound more beautiful than all the choirs of Cybertron. Please, finish your song and I will explain.”

“Fear not then, said the Angel

Let nothing you affright

This day is born a Savior

Of a pure Virgin bright

To free all those who trust in Him

From Satan's pow'r and might

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy!”

Prowl sighed heavily and relaxed into the berth. Ratchet was taken aback at the peace and calm that now radiated from the Praxian’s EM field.

“I had no idea this was the planet Christus.” Prowl murmured. He turned to the humans. “I am one of the very few Christians on Cybertron. I have waited all my life for confirmation of the birth of my Lord, the Son of my God, of Primus’s God. This...this…”

Sparkplug smiled. “I think we understand. We measure our years from the time of His birth. This is why we celebrate Christmas.”

“Please, will you sing some more?” Prowl nearly begged.

“We three kings of orient are…”

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“O come, O come, Emmanuel

And ransom captive Israel

That mourns in lonely exile here

Until the Son of God appear

“Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel

Shall come to thee, O Israel

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel

Shall come to thee, O Israel”

Prowl’s rich voice rolled over the dessert, so full of worship and joy. Christ had lived and died and lived again! Just like they had been promised. Death had lost its sting, his sins were forgiven, and even in this endless war, he had peace at last.

“O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer

Our spirits by Thine advent here

Disperse the gloomy clouds of night

And death's dark shadows put to flight”

Optimus and Jazz watched from the entrance of the Ark.

“Jazz, have you ever heard Prowl sing before?”

“In public, Prime? Never. Maybe in private to soothe the troops when they had nightmares, but not like this. Never with this much joy.”

“O come, O come, Emmanuel

And ransom captive Israel

That mourns in lonely exile here

Until the Son of God appear

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel

Shall come to thee, O Israel

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel

Shall come to thee, O Israel!”

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“Come on, Rodimus, or we’ll be late!”

The young Optimus, a recent reject of the Academy, would not miss this for the world. Prowl of the Ark crew had shared with his fellow Christians that he had been to the planet Christus many millions of years into their future. The schematics of how that worked went over Optimus’s helm, but all that mattered was that Prowl had been able to pinpoint the exact day Christ was born.

And that was tonight.

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Drift rose from his knees. Tonight a new star would grace the heavens and with those who shared his faith, he rejoiced at the birth of his King. He could see Rewind and Ultra Magnus in the crowd. A pencil of a mech stood beside him, Rang he thought the mech’s name was, tears in his optics.

Voices united in singing hymns of joy. Of mangers and mothers, wise men and winter, they sang. The new star was small, but it was the first new star to grace Cybertron’s heavens since time Memorium.

Prowl looked out on the crowd and remembered his first Christmas, roughly two thousand years into the future. He sent a silent prayer to those four humans who had given such hope to him.

“Peace on Earth, goodwill to men.” Prowl whispered. “May God bless you, every one.”

[beachbox]

Why worship god when you can drink mountain dew

[wuzzybear]

Roman christains:

Emperor Nero:

Roman christains:

Emperor Nero:

[averagejoespolitics]

This is what Christianity is about. This is what the Bible teaches.

But the Republican Party has hijacked the faith and turned it into a tool, a puppet. They have perverted something that at its most fundamental level promoted kindness, charity and gentleness. Turn the other cheek, do unto others, and so on.

Please don’t let the radicals warp your view of something that is on its own about peace and love.

Sure, we can point out the passages that condone slaves, the parts where Christians sell their daughters, and plenty of hypocrisies. Nothing’s perfect. Just as there are places where the constitution counters itself, or the Qurron, or most anything.

Pointing out flaws is one thing, but don’t allow your anger at a radical to paint an entire faith system of over a billion people as one thing or another. That is the definition of being biased, and borders on bigotry.

“Let no man pull you low enough to hate them.” MLK

“Do I not destroy my enemy when I make him my friend.” Abraham Lincoln.

“Once you cross the line, there is no comparing. There’s just that side of the line.” Jax Teller.

[hashtagfarrakhan]

You are not alive if you believe but don’t practice what you believe. #Farrakhan

[daaft-prick-69]

It's genocide only if it happens to Muslims.

Same story all over the world.

Gaza muslims - genocide; Nigerian Christians - propaganda.

[voraciously-volatile-vulpini]

Went out for lunch for work and saw a billboard saying "Who is Jesus?"

Buddy, pal, this is southern Ontario. Everyone knows. Your zealots come door to door, you've got Catholic schools everywhere, growing up I was a minority in PUBLIC school for not being raised aS such.

K-4 I was an outcast for not believing.

From grade 7-13 a Christian girl put Bibles in my locker and regularly tried to convert me.

A good chunk of car decals are religious.

Who is the target audience here? Chill.