Jesus, Gustave Dore, c. 1877
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Jesus, Gustave Dore, c. 1877
Title: Farm Garden with Sunflowers (Brewery Garden in Litzlberg am Attersee) Artist: Gustav Klimt (Austrian, 1862-1918) Date: 1907 Genre: landscape painting, floral painting Movement: Vienna Secession Style: Art Nouveau Medium: oil on canvas Dimensions: 110 cm (43.3 in) high x 110 cm (43.3 in) wide Location: Österreichische Galerie Belvedere, Vienna, Austria
God, please fill me with reassurance that my friend is resting easy in you.
God, please tell me that we are not lost within or without this world. To go on until the end of our days with your light shining from our eyes.
God, please give me strength and mercy to forgive myself, that I see your forgiveness echo in the darkened chambers of my soul. And please, let me not be restless in my sleep tonight.
Jesus, I wish I could hug you right now. And I can feel you hugging me right now. Give me the courage to acknowledge that you are truly here with me.
the world is ending. cling to God.
alternatively: the world is moving towards the end. cling to God, and also fix and care for all we can, just like the stewards He so graciously made us
I bring a sort of "God is like if a lovecraftian eldritch horror loved and understood humanity" vibe to the church potluck that other Christians don't really seem to like for some reason
if christians were half as concerned with war and poverty as they are with sexual morality, we'd have world peace within the decade and wealth inequality would become a distant memory.
The God of Israel literally just said he wants to make out with me
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God Speaks to the Soul by Mechthild of Magdeburg, trans. Oliver Davies
Why do so many fellow Christians not only find no issue with, but also fully support the concept of a government forcefully locking people up in cells to punish crimes, often long enough to ruin their lives permanently? How can you so earnestly cheer for the imprisonment of an individual, forgetting mercy and forgiveness?
Even through our gravest sins, God never denies Himself to us and never punishes us in any punitive sense; God is contrary to revenge. And the desire for imprisonment is entirely a desire for vengeance. Even when for our safety we are withheld from partaking of the Blood and Body, it is always in service of our healing and repentance and nothing more. When we are prescribed a penance after confessing, it is not a punishment either, but the holy medicine for our souls from the Physician.
If we cannot support the death penalty, what makes some of us so eager to support what is only a step down: imprisonment for life? What room does our faith leave for wishing imprisonment unto someone, when we are told to always wish good for others?
It's wild that at some point in your life you will have done things that you'll one day deem unforgivable, who hurt real people close to you for a long time, for which you have nonetheless been forgiven for.
It's not necessarily true for everyone of course, and it's all the better to not have broken more hearts than was necessary, but still. I have broken the hearts of many people I love and I'm still in touch with most of them, and they're somehow still happy to have me in their lives. I personally don't understand what is it about me that makes it worth reliving those memories.
Thinking from their perspective, if I were in their place, I would never have spoken to me ever again. But maybe that could be attributed to the warped way I see myself, and maybe they've never seen me as a lost cause to begin with. I'm scared to ask them though, in case they actually do say that what I have done is truly unforgivable, yet they have chosen to stand by me despite it.
It reassures me that likely only God is capable of delivering that kind of mercy. And my mom.
“We are called to be the salt of the Earth. Salt melts ice. And it appears we have way too much ice right now.” -Grace Methodist Church
Under the rotting linoleum, she finds old gods.