eccles. 8:15

25 | she | polish polytheist and queer

[sedesapostolica]

[theodorafrompluto]

Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane (1901)

by Arkhip Kuindzhi

[spiralingquestions]

La Virgen de Guadalupe

[cemeterey]

old church in mexico 

[eesirachs]

Does Jesus love me even though I'm trans

the lord transitions from cloud to flesh, from old to new, from this life to the next. of course he loves you, he knows how you feel like no one else can

[wheatfish-in-a-basket]

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son and and to the Holy Spirit,

As it was in the beginning is now, and ever shall be a world without end.

Amen.

[miiilowo]

whys combat and military gear always got to look so fucking cool when the people wearing them just objectively arent. thats unfair

[miiilowo]

this goes for like, all of time. knights are serving the KING? the fucking KING?

[miiilowo]

you cant serve cunt and the government at the same time come on now pick the right side i know you have it in you

[vivian-the-barbarian]

Jesus said this. Matthew 6:24

[miiilowo]

jesus said this

[donpacino]

i depend on you

[aqua-regia009]

Giovanni Gasparro

[thesoftfaithclub]

People i promise Jesus would FW.

Queer people

Stoners

Sex workers

Immigrants

Single parents

Activists and freedom fighters

The disabled and chronically ill

Addicts

Folk in prison

Anyone god is ‘supposed to hate'

YOU

[queerleigh]

and me

[wieczerze]

saint barbara

[luxangelae]

the subject is Jesus and His silly sheep

[eesirachs]

what gives you the right to say jesus loves trans people?

literacy

[wieczerze]

[michaeldoesreligion]

I truly believe that doubt is how faith grows. Sitting down with ourself and really questioning "why do I believe this?". It's helped me many times grow closer to God.

So hey, you. If you've doubted your faith, your belief, even yourself recently, I hope and pray that you get the answers you need.

[lisamarie-vee]

[eesirachs]

"you’re dust," he tells you. his voice is low, feels like caramel, like nectar. cool, too, like the cucumbers and leeks of egypt. "dust?" you reply. you know he’s right, though. his eyes, dark, lift to yours. "to dust you’ll return," he continues. you like the feel of being his dust. you’ll be less for him if he likes it, too. you’re not listening to him, then. only feeling very grateful he’s looking through you, now, into your inner ventricles, your nephesh, into the throat. he knows your thoughts. to return to his dust, you’re thinking, feels like lovers reuniting