#Talitha speaks

[mianimasenpoeticus]

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[1introvertedsage]

Choosing Time

Could I say the reasons I want you are anything but selfish. The end goal. The outcome. Must be some sort of self gratification. Else - why? Why would I.. Why would you let me..

By design yet finds the time The silly fantasies recalled to mind.. Or am I blind? The ways in which our magic works is endless. The drip in the ocean. The spark in the volcano. The breeze in the storm And the leaf on the tree.

Am I to cower though I know The power of touch. Hell, the power of an idea Can pique all of your senses, Yet, I'm here. Holding onto this idea all of this makes sense to you, in this way.

Only I know, it can't.

Confusion and fear set in when I remind you of yourself. Hiding your eyes - twisting your mouth or in your disguise. No rules apply. I'm waiting for you. and you know it, don't you?

It slows you down even more To think you've something to live up to. And that you do, but not for me. I know you and You know we. Smog, lace or haze Kept at bay for days. Seven by Seven you're mine and that's how it stays.

Not to possess you you're free as a bird. Hearts get a pardon Whispering words. Maybe stop, hear fear of sounding absurd. Tell tale or fated True Love comes in thirds.

~Talitha~

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[thebeautifulfantastic]

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[myremnantarmy]

𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟑𝟎, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥

Tuesday of the Fourth Week in Ordinary Time

Mk 5:21-43

When Jesus had crossed again in the boat

to the other side,

a large crowd gathered around him, and he stayed close to the sea.

One of the synagogue officials, named Jairus, came forward.

Seeing him he fell at his feet and pleaded earnestly with him, saying,

"My daughter is at the point of death.

Please, come lay your hands on her

that she may get well and live."

He went off with him

and a large crowd followed him.

There was a woman afflicted with hemorrhages for twelve years.

She had suffered greatly at the hands of many doctors

and had spent all that she had.

Yet she was not helped but only grew worse.

She had heard about Jesus and came up behind him in the crowd

and touched his cloak.

She said, "If I but touch his clothes, I shall be cured."

Immediately her flow of blood dried up.

She felt in her body that she was healed of her affliction.

Jesus, aware at once that power had gone out from him,

turned around in the crowd and asked, "Who has touched my clothes?"

But his disciples said to him,

"You see how the crowd is pressing upon you,

and yet you ask, Who touched me?"

And he looked around to see who had done it.

The woman, realizing what had happened to her,

approached in fear and trembling.

She fell down before Jesus and told him the whole truth.

He said to her, "Daughter, your faith has saved you.

Go in peace and be cured of your affliction."

While he was still speaking,

people from the synagogue official's house arrived and said,

"Your daughter has died; why trouble the teacher any longer?"

Disregarding the message that was reported,

Jesus said to the synagogue official,

"Do not be afraid; just have faith."

He did not allow anyone to accompany him inside

except Peter, James, and John, the brother of James.

When they arrived at the house of the synagogue official,

he caught sight of a commotion,

people weeping and wailing loudly.

So he went in and said to them,

"Why this commotion and weeping?

The child is not dead but asleep."

And they ridiculed him.

Then he put them all out.

He took along the child's father and mother

and those who were with him

and entered the room where the child was.

He took the child by the hand and said to her, "Talitha koum,"

which means, "Little girl, I say to you, arise!"

The girl, a child of twelve, arose immediately and walked around.

At that they were utterly astounded.

He gave strict orders that no one should know this

and said that she should be given something to eat.

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[hollers-and-holmes]

The big trouble with obedience is that it requires courage.

But He has said let there be light and He has said talitha, wake up and He has said be silent, come out of him and He has said this far you may come and no further and He has said Lazarus, come out.

If you belong to Him, dear heart, it is because He said your name, and when He did you sat up and started gasping great lungfuls of air through lungs that had been dead a moment before.

When He speaks, it comes to pass.

Now He has said be of good courage.

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Talitha Cumi (3x24)

Teena Mulder enters the family summer house she’s sworn to never set foot in again. The scent of musty pine and decades-old furniture is as familiar as it is unsettling. Quonochautaug contains memories of betrayal she has spent far too long trying to forget.

February, 1961

“We can’t,” she husks into his neck as dinner cooks on the stove behind her. Her husband, none the wiser.

“Oh, my dear, we definitely can.”

Apron tossed to the floor and her button down blouse agape, she sighs. “You know I dislike you calling me that.”

“But you are dear to me, Teena.”

Her breath catches.

“This has to stop, Carl. Bill, he… he wants a family.”

Frowning, his tight hold around her hips loosens and his gray-green eyes stare out the window at the rolling Rhode Island tide. “I suppose it's true what they say,” he mumbles. “Everything changes but the sea.” 

Her eyes fall shut as she bends to his will one final time, sliding her palms up his chest, and giving the collar of his shirt a sharp tug. “Not everything,” she breathes.

Carl grins…

Nine months later, Fox William Mulder had come into the world, and Teena’s husband never looked at her quite the same way again. 

The floor creaks beneath her as she scans the plastic-covered rooms, searching. “We need to speak,” Carl had summoned over the phone. “Meet me at the place where it all started.” At first, she scoffed and said she had no desire to see him. But then… then he told her he’d speak to Fox instead, if she’d prefer. So, as coldly as possible, Teena agreed.

The stale scent of cigarettes assaults her as she walks out back.

“It struck me as I was sitting here,” Carl Spender says, still managing to startle her with his presence.

“What?” He looks the same. Still a cunning chain-smoker with ulterior motives and bad ties. It angers her that she was ever enthralled by the allure of him. 

“Everything changes but the sea.”

She nearly cringes at his reference to their intimacy. “What do you want from me?” 

“I thought we might at least allow ourselves to reminisce.”

Reminiscing is the last thing she plans to do. 

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Really? We used to have so much to say to each other, so many good times at the Mulder's summer place.” He smiles that familiar sly smirk. Her stomach churns. “I remember water-skiing down there with Bill. He was a good water-skier, your husband. Not as good as I was but then that could be said about so many things… couldn't it?”

He’s prodding her. Egging her on, manipulating the conversation so he has the upper hand. Just like always, the bastard.

“I've repressed it all,” she lies.

“Well, I find that hard to believe, particularly since I came here today to ask you to remember something.” Fear grips her. “Something I'm going to have to ask you to try very hard to recollect. I’m looking for a small, silver cylinder Bill was known to have possession of. An artifact that could fit in the palm of your hand.” 

Teena shakes her head. Instantly, she knows exactly what he wants. 

Bill had warned her when he’d hidden it within the lamp all those years ago. He’d warned about its importance to his work, about its danger. About how one day, someone who knows of its significance would come looking for it. Someone whom she should never trust. If only Bill had known back then that the untrustworthy person he was referring to would sleep with his wife and father his son. 

She’s sickened with herself at the miasmic hole of secrets she’s inadvertently helped dig for decades. Yes, she holds a lifetime of regrets, but it seems her children have been paying the price for every single one of them.

“It’s important you remember, my dear,” Carl pushes. “For the good of the work.”

“The work,” she snaps, eyes ablaze with repressed rage. “I’m so sick of the work! Sick of the secrets and lies and pain it’s caused. And I’m sick of you most of all!”

“Calm down, Teena!” He glances across the wooded backyard for anyone watching. There’s no one there. Like no one was there thirty-six years ago when he’d hiked up her skirt under the low-hanging tree and made her forget all about the ring on her finger. “You will tell me.”

“I will not! You don’t tell me what to do anymore,” she yells as they pace the yard, her adrenaline rushing. She’d cared for him long ago, but that changed the moment her baby girl disappeared and he didn’t do a goddamn thing to stop it. “I don’t know anything!”

“I think you do!” His hand not cradling his precious cigarette reaches out to grab her arm. “It’s imperative you tell me where it is.”

“How dare you,” she sneers, yanking her arm free. “Go to Hell, Carl!”

After years of internally beating herself black and blue for her mistakes, she has finally accepted that not all her maternal failures are all her fault. Nefarious motives shrouded in half-truths and cover-ups by the men in her life have shaped her to fit a convenient, cowardice mold. To stay silent. To forget. 

And this son of a bitch wants her to remember now?  

She re-enters the house and rounds on him, seething. “Get. Out. Now!”

Reluctantly, he does as she says, but the plume of smoke he leaves behind makes her dizzy. 

Her head throbs intensely and vision blurs as the left side of her body suddenly numbs. Teena reaches out desperately toward the lamp that holds at least one secret she can out for the greater good, but she’s too weak. She collapses onto the dusty hardwood floor, her long limbs crumpling under her like tissue.

Lamp, she thinks, but the word that weakly leaves her lips before darkness claims her is “Fox...”

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[randomfoggytiger]

The Mulder Family In-Depth (Part VI): Talitha Cumi and Tena's Lies

This is another one-shot analysis post, since there was too much ground to cover in Talitha Cumi (Tena and CSM's past, Tena's closeness with her son, and Mulder's emotional growth from One Breath.)

Talitha Cumi

The first part of this episode shows Tena's inner core of aggressive resolve, a trait seemingly at odds with her refined persona of a graceful New England woman.

Tena arrives at the old Mulder summer house, clutching the key to herself protectively while apprehensively surveying the area. 

She promptly marches down to the house, her left arm swinging like a pendulum by her side-- wide and militaristic in its arc, not at all like the woman of considered grace and mien that Tena is most often portrayed as in meta. While she is refined, ex-Mrs. Mulder is strait-laced and commanding in her step, willing to literally tromp around if she is on a mission.

Tena unlocks the door quickly, enters, and tensely glances around the room, freezing when she sees the back door open;

however, she quickly summons her courage to stride across the room-- setting her jaw, straightening her back-- and yank the door open.

Tena’s outfit here is interesting: her black coat is wide and unfeminine in its bulk, paired with thick, protective boots. She is shielding herself in considerable armor, dressed to go to war.

This aspect of her personality is hardly ever touched on: Tena seems more at home as a heavily booted warrior than a demure, silent woman of social stature. It makes sense with the series' flashbacks-- an active mother wrangling her Halloween-crazy kids in Dreamland II, a furious wife haranguing her husband for letting in his unwanted colleague for the 4th of July bbq (in a deleted script for Two Fathers), an enraged woman pounding on the chests of her husband and CSM during Mulder's hallucinations in Demons, and an offended mother slapping down her son's impertinent questions. She is unintimidated when faced with pushback, more than ready to physically react when (not if) provoked.

Tena's head snaps to the side when CSM starts speaking, still walking a few steps forward before her brain catches up with her actions. She stills, standing before him in open resistance.

CSM begins the interrogation: “It struck me as I was sitting here.”

Tena's responding "What?" is breathless and on edge.

As CSM engulfs the screen, stepping closer, she straightens her back even further, her face settling into a stony mask of anger. 

“Everything changes but the sea.” 

Tena immediately deflects his games (“What do you want from me?”), refusing to give in to his veiled veneer of reminiscing (“I have nothing to say to you.”)

At his remark-- “We used to have so much to say to each other”-- her eyes hood further, disgust oozing from them; but they widen again when he mentions: “...so many good times at the Mulder’s summer place.”

(Little side note: this was directly referenced in Two Fathers' deleted script that @x-files-scripts compiled here: CSM dropped in while the Mulders were hosting a 4th of July bbq. It's implied that this meeting takes place after Tena and CSM's dalliance has ended, because she hisses at her husband for letting his colleague in against her wishes.)

When CSM alludes to her husband being a “good water skier” but “not as good as I was; but then that could be said about so many things"-- a bold allusion to their affair-- Tena’s face changes to fear as she immediately assumes he's come to tally up her past and exploit her for a favor (for himself or against her son.)

At CSM’s bitter “Couldn’t it?”, Tena realizes she has the emotional upper hand at least in this; and regains ground, smugly tucking her panic away and informing him that “I’ve repressed it all.”

CSM refuses to be dissuaded-- "I find that hard to believe, particularly because I've come here today to ask you to remember something."

Tena again reacts with panic, her suspicions having been confirmed;

and the scene cuts to one of my favorites of all time:

Old People Throwin' Hands.

Tena refuses to answer his questions, and SHE advances on HIM, arms crossed and face angled up, daring him to challenge her further.

She then chases him to pursue the conversation,

escalating to yelling and throwing her hands up to emphasize her points.

She gets CSM so furious he yells and flails back, his hair losing shape and violently flopping in the air.

She flustered the man that never speaks above a purposed calm, getting him to chafe and whine like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.

After she's said her peace, she stomps off--

shoulders stiff and hunched, fists clenched at her side, striding away at the speed of light-- not willing to even hear the other man's response (not that I blame her.)

She gets CSM so wound up he points and wags his finger at her.

Despite CSM losing his cool and never getting his answers, he leaves without harming Tena. It's only after he's gone that she collapses from a stress-induced stroke.

A pause to evaluate this crucial piece of the Tena Mulder puzzle:

#1. Tena is not a wallflower. She is bold; she is combative; she will push others' buttons and lash out, refusing to answer anything she doesn't want to.

#2. I've mentioned before how similar she and Mulder are to each other (see here); and this interaction is no different. The confrontation with her old fling (and now hated enemy) is fierce-- she reacts angrily, she gets in CSM's space, she yells, she becomes aggressively combative, and she doesn't back down; in short, she reacts exactly as her son.

What is different is that she knows when to walk away. Mulder has a streak that won't allow him to let a matter rest whereas Tena has learned that some answers won't be given no matter how hard she begs and pleads. Her modus operandi is to make others seek her out when they need something. Mulder operates differently, bloodying his knuckles by banging on wall after wall, door after door unsuccessfully. (Scully will swoop in and use reason to get him to stop, then metaphorically bandage him back together.)

Next time we see Tena is in the hospital.

An important note: Mulder physically draws back when he sees his mother incapacitated, cringing away from this horrendous reality (her impending death);

before sweeping in, touching her forehead, covering her with a blanket-- "She's cold"-- and going through the motions of his childhood: gentle, parental care of his mother in the wake of his sister's abduction (again, see here.) A reminder: Mulder's caretaking nature was a direct result of his closeness to his mother and their shared trauma, with Tena leaning on him and him solely shouldering her distress (something he extends to Scully since the Pilot; but also more broadly to the victims he tries to help on various cases.)

Another important note: Mulder has only ever seen this side of his mother-- submissive to his care, gentle, reliant on his actions, willingly directed by his comfort. And when their relationship is torn apart in Demons, it's not the slap that surprises him (leading one to assume that was a normal punishment for "mouthing off"); it's the outburst of anger at HIM: that she'd rather leave him to his unanswered, tormenting questions than heal his festering wounds with the truth-- because it would expose her. That selfishness hasn't yet been realized by Mulder; but he will later this year.

At Mulder's second, desperate "Mom", Tena pries her eyes open,

and turns, distressed, trying to communicate without words.

Scully understands her gestures and hands a notepad for Tena to feebly write on. Mulder helps steady the notepad, his eyes lighting up that he can help her in any way possible.

A third important and CRUCIAL note: Throughout this entire exchange, Mulder has kept his distress carefully shielded from his mother so as not to distress her further. He's upbeat, cheerful, cooing at her reassuringly-- "Everything's going to be okay"-- and overall not letting her see a single crack in his facade. His emotionless expression, while to an extent natural to his character, had developed more fully because of his mother's weakness. In early childhood, Mulder is bombastic, charging around enthusiastically on Halloween and bossing his little sister around with animated expressions. Most of that dimmed after she was gone, having to keep his pain under wraps to help his mother heal and cope. There were some ghosts left of those emotions in early S1 and S2-- when he cries in the church alone in Conduit and tears up slightly relating to Roland in Roland-- but it wasn't until his growth during Scully's coma in One Breath when he begins to healthily process and give in to his emotional bursts again. Since then, Mulder's unearthed his innate emotional vulnerability (shown in End Game and Anasazi perfectly) that he'd buried to protect himself and, more importantly to him, his mother; because, having lost one child, Tena couldn't (or didn't want to) cope with the emotional bereavement of the other and her own. One Breath was incredibly impactful because it tore most of those layers away. Without it, Mulder would not be the openly weepy man he is with Scully now (later this ep. but especially in Herrenvolk.)

Tena scribbles out "PALM" instead of "LAMP", tying her experience to Jeremiah Smith and, by extension, the mytharc. This point alone requires a deeper dive:

#1. Tena specifically wrote "PALM." Scully guesses it's because of her stroke; but we know it's not that because: 1. She is aware of and responsive to her surroundings without any confusion though unable to speak; and 2. When CSM approached her at Quonochontaug, he was insistent on getting the neck-needle recovered; so she at least suspected it had a purpose beyond that of a normal weapon. She then hid it in the lamp before collapsing with a stroke, coding the hiding place in a two-fold message to her Oxford educated, VCU Golden Boy son. We can further conclude-- since she was cognizant and purposed in her actions before and after her stroke-- that she specifically wrote "PALM" to communicate this to her son. WHICH MEANS--

#2. Tena knows about the Alien Bounty Hunter(s) and his ability to heal with the palm of this hand. This is HUGE. It means she has more than peripheral knowledge of the broader conspiracy to some meritable extent: she knows firsthand (pun intended) knowledge that not only are there aliens but that they can heal people with their palms and can only be killed with a specially designed weapon; which also means she would understand the urgency of the Conspiracy and why her family had to give up a child to the Project. And while she hated (or still hates) Bill Mulder for choosing between their children, Tena is just as guilty as her husband in the exact same way-- withholding the truth from her son, willing to let him suffer with his unresolved trauma than to expose her own sins. Further, she slaps Mulder and distances herself from him when he dares to ask her about her past with CSM.

Tena's health takes a nosedive; and she is transferred to another hospital in the hopes that she'll have a better chance of survival. Her weakening health further devastates her son; but he hasn't yet lost hope for her recovery.

After Mulder investigates a few leads, he checks in with his mom. He hadn't followed up after she'd been transferred to the new hospital (presumably because he thought the medical team needed to do extensive tests or procedures); but he is horrified at how suddenly and thoroughly her heath has deteriorated. There is no hope she will recover, let alone wake from her coma one last time.

Last important note: This entire scene mirrors Mulder's distress in One Breath. Mulder shuts the door and leans heavily on it exactly as he had his apartment door when Melissa came to tell him that Scully was dying;

then sits beside his mother like he had his partner. Here, however, he lets his emotions bubble to the surface and overflow, openly weeping--

a symptom of being in a healthier place than he had been in during One Breath (and of not having forgotten the lesson he learned then.)

And thus ends Tena Mulder's appearances in Talitha Cumi.

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

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[frmartinshomiliesandreflections]

30th January >> Fr. Martin's Reflections / Homilies for Today's Mass Readings (Inc. Mark 5:21-43) for Tuesday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time: ‘They were overcome with astonishment’.

Tuesday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time

Gospel (Except USA) Mark 5:21-43 Little girl, I tell you to get up.

When Jesus had crossed in the boat to the other side, a large crowd gathered round him and he stayed by the lakeside. Then one of the synagogue officials came up, Jairus by name, and seeing him, fell at his feet and pleaded with him earnestly, saying, ‘My little daughter is desperately sick. Do come and lay your hands on her to make her better and save her life.’ Jesus went with him and a large crowd followed him; they were pressing all round him.

Now there was a woman who had suffered from a haemorrhage for twelve years; after long and painful treatment under various doctors, she spent all she had without being any the better for it, in fact, she was getting worse. She had heard about Jesus, and she came up behind him through the crowd and touched his cloak. ‘If I can touch even his clothes,’ she had told herself ‘I shall be well again.’ And the source of the bleeding dried up instantly, and she felt in herself that she was cured of her complaint. Immediately aware that power had gone out from him, Jesus turned round in the crowd and said, ‘Who touched my clothes?’ His disciples said to him, ‘You see how the crowd is pressing round you and yet you say, “Who touched me?”’ But he continued to look all round to see who had done it. Then the woman came forward, frightened and trembling because she knew what had happened to her, and she fell at his feet and told him the whole truth. ‘My daughter,’ he said ‘your faith has restored you to health; go in peace and be free from your complaint.’

While he was still speaking some people arrived from the house of the synagogue official to say, ‘Your daughter is dead: why put the Master to any further trouble?’ But Jesus had overheard this remark of theirs and he said to the official, ‘Do not be afraid; only have faith.’ And he allowed no one to go with him except Peter and James and John the brother of James. So they came to the official’s house and Jesus noticed all the commotion, with people weeping and wailing unrestrainedly. He went in and said to them, ‘Why all this commotion and crying? The child is not dead, but asleep.’ But they laughed at him. So he turned them all out and, taking with him the child’s father and mother and his own companions, he went into the place where the child lay. And taking the child by the hand he said to her, ‘Talitha, kum!’ which means, ‘Little girl, I tell you to get up.’ The little girl got up at once and began to walk about, for she was twelve years old. At this they were overcome with astonishment, and he ordered them strictly not to let anyone know about it, and told them to give her something to eat.

Gospel (USA) Mark 5:21-43 Little girl, I say to you, arise!

When Jesus had crossed again in the boat to the other side, a large crowd gathered around him, and he stayed close to the sea. One of the synagogue officials, named Jairus, came forward. Seeing him he fell at his feet and pleaded earnestly with him, saying, “My daughter is at the point of death. Please, come lay your hands on her that she may get well and live.” He went off with him and a large crowd followed him.

There was a woman afflicted with hemorrhages for twelve years. She had suffered greatly at the hands of many doctors and had spent all that she had. Yet she was not helped but only grew worse. She had heard about Jesus and came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak. She said, “If I but touch his clothes, I shall be cured.” Immediately her flow of blood dried up. She felt in her body that she was healed of her affliction. Jesus, aware at once that power had gone out from him, turned around in the crowd and asked, “Who has touched my clothes?” But his disciples said to him, “You see how the crowd is pressing upon you, and yet you ask, Who touched me?” And he looked around to see who had done it. The woman, realizing what had happened to her, approached in fear and trembling. She fell down before Jesus and told him the whole truth. He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has saved you. Go in peace and be cured of your affliction.”

While he was still speaking, people from the synagogue official’s house arrived and said, “Your daughter has died; why trouble the teacher any longer?” Disregarding the message that was reported, Jesus said to the synagogue official, “Do not be afraid; just have faith.” He did not allow anyone to accompany him inside except Peter, James, and John, the brother of James. When they arrived at the house of the synagogue official, he caught sight of a commotion, people weeping and wailing loudly. So he went in and said to them, “Why this commotion and weeping? The child is not dead but asleep.” And they ridiculed him. Then he put them all out. He took along the child’s father and mother and those who were with him and entered the room where the child was. He took the child by the hand and said to her, “Talitha koum,” which means, “Little girl, I say to you, arise!” The girl, a child of twelve, arose immediately and walked around. At that they were utterly astounded. He gave strict orders that no one should know this and said that she should be given something to eat.

Reflections (10)

(i) Tuesday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time

The grief of David in the first reading is very moving. Even though his son Absalom had led a rebellion against his father, he was still David’s son and on hearing the news of Absalom’s death David grieved bitter tears, as any father would for a son, even a rebellious son. In the gospel reading, we hear of the death of a daughter, not a rebellious daughter but a young girl of twelve years of age. Her death causes people to grieve, to weep and wail unreservedly, in the words of the gospel reading. The death of children is especially heart-breaking, especially for the child’s parents. In the gospel reading, Jesus takes the child by the hand and restores her to life and instructs that she be given something to eat. The evangelist is showing us that the power of Jesus is stronger than the power of death. This became very evident to the early church in the light of the resurrection of Jesus. As believers in a risen Lord, we continue to grieve when a loved one dies. Yet, there is hope in our grief because we are convinced that the Lord is stronger than death. If we open ourselves in faith to the Lord, like Jairus and the woman with the flow of blood in the gospel reading, we will experience his life-giving power just as they did. Jesus remains the life-giver for all who turn to him in faith, both in the course of this earthly life and, especially, at the hour of our death.

And/Or

(ii) Tuesday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time

There are two stories in this morning’s gospel reading. There is the story of Jesus healing the daughter of Jairus and the story of the healing of the woman with a flow of blood. The woman’s condition not only cost her a lot of money on physicians but would have left her on the margins of the community. In virtue of her condition she would have been considered ritually unclean and would not have been able to attend the synagogue. On his way to the house of Jairus, Jesus is interrupted by this nameless woman who furtively touches the cloak of Jesus and, as a result, experiences healing of her condition. Although he is interrupted while on an important mission to heal Jairus’ daughter, Jesus looks to engage this woman in a very personal way. She simply wanted the most secretive and impersonal of contacts, the touching of Jesus’ cloak. Jesus wanted more. He sensed a woman of faith had touched him and had opened herself to the life-giving power of God’s kingdom at work within him. Jesus wanted to acknowledge this woman’s faith publicly; he wanted her to witness publicly to her own faith in him. When she comes forward to do so, Jesus assures this woman who had been excluded from the community that she belongs; he addresses her as ‘daughter’. She is as much a daughter of Abraham as anyone else. Jesus also acknowledges that while many people were touching him, her touching him was an act of faith that was life-giving for her. The story suggests that when we are heading somewhere and we are delayed or interrupted, the interruption can be just as important as the destination towards which we are journeying.  Jesus shows us that the interruption can often be an opportunity to reach out to someone in a way that leaves them with a greater sense of belonging.

And/Or

(iii) Tuesday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time

In this morning’s gospel reading, two people approach Jesus for help. One was a synagogue official named Jairus, a person of some standing in the community, who approached Jesus very publicly on behalf of his dying daughter. The other was a nameless woman who would have been excluded from the synagogue because of her condition and who approached Jesus very privately on her own behalf, discreetly touching the hem of his garment. For all their differences, these two people had something in common. Their need was great, and they approached Jesus in their need. They also shared a great trust in the power of Jesus to bring life where there was death. Faith in the Lord can bring together people who otherwise might have very little else in common. The church, the community of believers, is very diverse. All of humanity is there. The gospel reading also suggests that the Lord wants to engage with each one of us in our uniqueness. He wants a personal relationship with each of us. That is why he wanted to meet the woman who touched the hem of his cloak. He needed to look into her eyes, to talk to her, to confirm her faith that led her to him. The woman who wanted to be anonymous found herself addressed by Jesus as ‘my daughter’. The Lord calls each of us by name; he relates to us as the unique individual that we are.

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(iv) Tuesday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time

This morning’s gospel reading gives us two stories that are interconnected. At the centre of the two stories are two adults who differ greatly from each one. We are given the name of one, Jairus; he was a synagogue official and, therefore, a person of reasonably high social status and probably well to do. The other person is a woman, whose name we are not given; she had a condition which excluded her from the synagogue and had become impoverished because of her illness. Here we have two people from opposite ends of the social and religious spectrum. Yet, they have something in common and that is their trusting faith in Jesus as the Lord and giver of life. Jairus fell at Jesus’ feet in a very public way; the woman came up behind Jesus and secretly touched his cloak. One didn’t mind being noticed; the other didn’t want to be noticed. They approach Jesus in very different ways but their faith is equally strong. Yet, it was the woman that Jesus challenged to be more public about her faith, with the question, ‘Who touched me?’ The Lord looks to us to publicly witness to our trusting faith in him. Our public witness is a support to the faith of others.

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(v) Tuesday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time

The two readings this morning stand in sharp contrast to each other, the killing of Absalom and the profound grief of his father David in the first reading, and the healing of the woman with the haemorrhage and the raising of Jairus’ daughter to life in the gospel reading. Of all the many characters that appear in these two readings, the one that stands out for me is the woman with the flow of blood. We are told that she came up behind Jesus through the crowd and touched his cloak. She reached out in faith to touch the Lord who was passing by, not allowing the crowd to come between her and him. Faith in the Lord is like that; it reaches out to make contact with him, refusing to be put off by obstacles, such as, in the woman’s case, the large crowd around him. It was out of her desperation that she reached towards the Lord. We are all like that to some degree. The difficult situation in which we find ourselves can move us powerfully to make contact with the Lord. Our calling is to reach out towards the Lord in good times as well as in bad times, in the words of today’s psalm, to cry out to the Lord all the day long.

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(vi) Tuesday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time

Jesus asks many questions on the pages of the four gospels. It can sometimes be worthwhile to notice the questions he asks and to sit with them. In this morning’s gospel reading we have one of those questions, ‘Who touched me?’ The disciples found this a very strange question, ‘You see the crowd is pressing round you and yet you say, “Who touched me?”’ The disciples were saying, ‘how can you ask that question; there are dozens of people touching you’. Yet, Jesus knew that one person touched him in a way that was different. Many people were brushing up against him; one person took the initiative to make personal contact with him. When Jesus discovered who it was, he said to her, ‘your faith has restored you to health’. The woman was seeking him out in a way that was not true of others who were around him. The Lord is always passing by; he is always among us. Sometimes we can brush up against him without paying him much attention. The woman shows us the value of a very personal and very deliberate reaching out towards the Lord. The gospel reading suggests that this is how we will experience his life-giving presence in our lives.

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(vii) Tuesday, fourth week in Ordinary Time

In this morning’s gospel reading, two people approach Jesus in their need, one a well-to-do synagogue official and the other an impoverished woman. There is quite a difference in the way that each of them approaches Jesus. The synagogue official approaches him in a very public way, falling at Jesus’ feet and pleading with him earnestly before the crowd that was gathered around him. In contrast, the woman approached Jesus in a very private way, coming up behind him through the crowd and touching his cloak. She didn’t have the self-confidence of the synagogue official. Perhaps she felt unworthy to be approaching Jesus. After all, she was a woman; she was penniless; she had a physical condition that, under the Jewish Law, rendered her ritually unclean and prevented her from entering the synagogue. Yet, Jesus wanted a personal encounter with this woman; he wanted to engage publicly with her, just as he had engaged publicly with the synagogue official. That is why he asked aloud, ‘Who touched me?’ When the woman eventually came forward, Jesus addressed her as ‘My daughter’ and commended her for her faith. The gospel reading reminds us that the Lord does not make distinctions between people. He wants each one of us to approach him in trust as beloved sons and daughters regardless of where we find ourselves in life. There is nothing that need block us from confidently coming before the Lord in our need and opening ourselves to his personal presence to us.

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(viii) Tuesday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time

This morning’s gospel reading presents us with two interlocking stories. Two desperate people approach Jesus in their need, a man and a woman, a prominent person within the synagogue community and someone excluded from that community because of her physical condition. Both stories make reference to touching. Jairus pleads with Jesus to come and touch, lay his hands, on his seriously ill daughter, and Jesus goes on to take Jairus’ daughter by the hand and lift her up. The woman reaches out and touches the hem of Jesus’ cloak. In both stories, the act of touching brings life where there was death, healing where there was sickness. Both stories can speak to our own faith lives. The Lord wants to touch our lives in a healing and life-giving way, as he touched the life of Jairus’ daughter. The Lord does not relate to us at a distance. As he entered the home of Jairus and took his daughter by the hand, so he enters our homes, our lives, and takes us by the hand. He has entered fully into our human condition and meets each one of us where we are. The Lord who comes to us also desires us to come to him, like the woman in the gospel reading. As he touches our lives with his presence, he looks to us to touch his presence with our faith, like the woman. Michelangelo’s masterly painting of God creating Adam on the ceiling of the Sistine chapel comes to mind. The Lord reaches out to touch our lives and, in doing so, moves us to reach out in faith and touch his presence to us.

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(ix) Tuesday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time

The experience of grieving is present in both of today’s readings. When David receives news that his Absalom has been killed, he weeps bitterly, even though Absalom had led a revolt against him. The depth of David’s grief is strikingly captured in his powerful lament, ‘My son Absalom! My son! My son Absalom! Would I had died in your place! Absalom, my son, my son!’ A son remains a son, even when rebellious. In the gospel reading, people grieve over the death of a twelve-year-old girl, the daughter of the synagogue leader, Jairus. The gospel reading makes reference to ‘people weeping and wailing unrestrainedly’. However, in this instance, the weeping associated with death does not have the last word. Because of Jairus’ faith in Jesus, Jesus comes to the recently deceased child and restores her to life. Our faith in the Lord allows him to work in a life-giving way even in the face of death. Our trusting faith in the Lord in the face of sickness and death will not ultimately be in vain. Our loved ones may die, as we all will, but Jesus, now risen Lord, will bring new life out of the experience of death. If our faith creates an opening for the Lord to work, as the faith of Jairus did, then the Lord will not allow death to have the last word. Jairus is a model of faith in the face of death. The woman with the flow of death is another model of faith in the face of death. Because of her condition, she was suffering a kind of social death; she was considered an outsider to the community. Her faith, like Jairus, created a space for Jesus to work in a life-giving way in the face of her dying. Both of these people, a prominent, wealthy man in the community, and a penniless woman who had been ostracized from the community, have much to teach us about a faith that endures in the face of the worst life can send us.

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(x) Tuesday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time

When Jesus set out walking to the house of Jairus in response to Jairus’ urgent plea for this daughter, his urgent journey was interrupted by a woman who approached Jesus furtively for healing. Yet, Jesus gave himself fully to this interruption. He could have kept walking when the woman touched his clothing, but he attended to her in a very personal way. That was the call of the present moment for Jesus, even though he was on an urgent mission. In answering that call, he was doing God’s work, and the task he initially set out to accomplish did not suffer. Jairus had his daughter restored to him. The gospel reading encourages us to pay attention to the interruptions in life. What can seem like distractions can be where the Lord is calling us to be. When matters don’t turn out as we wanted because of some unexpected turn of events, it may not be the disaster that we think it is at the time. When what we had planned doesn’t quite come to pass, it can create the space for something else to happen that we did not plan but which can have great value for ourselves and for others. Sometimes we need to embrace the interruptions, rather than just driving on with our head down towards the goal we have set for ourselves. We can misjudge where the real work lies. Sometimes the interruptions are our work, especially when they involve responding with compassion to the needs of others. When we set out on a journey, what happens on the way can be just as important as what happens at our destination.

Fr. Martin Hogan.

[carmelitesaet]

When Jesus had crossed in the boat to the other side, a large crowd gathered round him and he stayed by the lakeside. Then one of the synagogue officials came up, Jairus by name, and seeing him, fell at his feet and pleaded with him earnestly, saying, ‘My little daughter is desperately sick. Do come and lay your hands on her to make her better and save her life.’ Jesus went with him and a large crowd followed him; they were pressing all round him... ...While he was still speaking some people arrived from the house of the synagogue official to say, ‘Your daughter is dead: why put the Master to any further trouble?’ But Jesus had overheard this remark of theirs and he said to the official, ‘Do not be afraid; only have faith.’ And he allowed no one to go with him except Peter and James and John the brother of James. So they came to the official’s house and Jesus noticed all the commotion, with people weeping and wailing unrestrainedly. He went in and said to them, ‘Why all this commotion and crying? The child is not dead, but asleep.’ But they laughed at him. So he turned them all out and, taking with him the child’s father and mother and his own companions, he went into the place where the child lay. And taking the child by the hand he said to her, ‘Talitha, kum!’ which means, ‘Little girl, I tell you to get up.’ The little girl got up at once and began to walk about, for she was twelve years old. At this they were overcome with astonishment, and he ordered them strictly not to let anyone know about it, and told them to give her something to eat. [Mark 5:21-43] #lectiodivina #prayer #faith #spirituality #jesus #christ #catholic #christianity #carmelite #carmelites #kingdomofgod #inspirationalquotes #scripture #gospel #wordofgod #mission #healing #miracle #sonofman #disciples #ourladyofmountcarmel #holyspirit #community #repentance #forgiveness #peace #hope #love #courage https://www.instagram.com/p/CoBmaPkOvRT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[thekrows-nest]

Tali angst lesgooo *evil laugh*

Tw: scars light gore(?)

She approached Krow with a stiff spine and shyly playing with her blonde bangs that covered the right side of her face, clearing her throat with a voice low and full of anxiety she spoke "I-I have some things I want to show you...I hope you don't get upset over it or anything" she carefully lifts her light blue sweater high enough to show her soft tummy, the oddity in there was four separate stab scars. Before he could even reacted Talitha also shoved her bangs out of her face to show that the right eye has been completely removed, now leaving only an empty void. Backing away full of insecurity and pulling at her own sleeves, she looked at the shorter one with a hopeful gaze "I hope you're not disgusted by me now..."

Tali angst let's goooo

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Tali's place was a familiar sight to Krow by now. It had been for some time, but his Dove had gotten comfortable in bringing him over. Every time there was an apology from her over something; the mess, the small size, that it's cold. Krow always responded much the same way, for her not to worry, he doesn't judge.

Today Tali had approached him with a rather serious countenance, and it was something mildly concerning to him. But she told him that she would explain, or show him rather, back at her place. His anxiety grew as they had headed on over, worry clenching his spirit, strangling it like a serpent would its prey. When they had arrived and settled, there was a certain uneasiness in the air, but Krow didn't speak up about it. He simply waited for Tali to collect herself.

When she spoke, again mentioning how she had things to show him, but what bothered him was her saying that she hoped he 'wouldn't get upset.' What did that mean? Krow couldn't help but bite the inside of his lip, to try and steady himself and to resist the urge to bite one of his hands. He watched as Tali had lifted up her sweater some, exposing her belly, and what Krow saw made his heart sink, blood run cold.

Scars. Four of them. And he knew what kind of violence made such scars, because it was something he had seen, something he had done, many times. Stabbing. The question was, who did this?

But Talitha wasn't done. She let the sweater drop, covering the scars once more and shifted her bangs to show the side of her face always hidden, and Krow's eyes went wide. Where her right eye should have been, was instead a hole. Disgust towards Tali was far from Krow's mind, instead there was a slowly bubbling anger, fury to whoever did either or both of these atrocities, and wanting payback.

"D-disgusted? N-no, no! I... I-I could never. I'm just... T-Tali." Krow stepped towards Tali, and gently took her hands in his own, lightly rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles. "I-I'm just worried. A-are you... s-safe from whoever... did this t-to you? I-if you need help, p-please don't hesitate to c-call me. I-I'll protect you, I-I promise."

#about krow #krow asked and answered #krow in character #the krow's nest #dove aviary #krow stories #krow angst

[imgloriaa]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CmEh9boOtm4/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

She responded to a fan about the whole drama or whatever

the person who posted it deleted it, but i was able to see it before they could delete. anyway talitha speak up we are so nosy continue the drama

#ask #anon #zabdiel de jesús

[mianimasenpoeticus]

#Ghost #poetry #poetic #new poem #lha #intsa original #Talitha speaks #i.s.a. #Talitha poetry #spilled ink #1introvertedsage #original poetry #new poetry #poems daily #poem #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #creative writing #introvert #mind's eye #tulpamancy #tulpa poetry

[1introvertedsage]

Impressionado 2

(Evolved)

As smooth as aged whiskey. Debonair to the core.

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Grade A specimen. All that you've worked for.

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Intellect at it's peak. Integrity when you speak.

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A mind like that considered antique.

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Gentle with the meek. A heart that's unique.

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A Soul at it's peak. Ascended, so to speak.

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The intrigue that you pique. Only giving compassionate critque.

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Non existent arrogance. Heart and mind cohered sentience.

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A clear Divine inheritance. In all of your benevolence.

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Admirers stand in reverence. At awe with your intelligence.

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Impressing with your eloquence. Guiding all to peaceful resonance.

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~Talitha~

#Impressionado 1 #Impressionado 2 #Evolved #part 2 #poetry #original #poetic #Talitha speaks #Talitha poetry #goals #aspirations #smooth #intellect #integrity #what we should all strive for #benevolence #awe #compassion #Divine #ascended #Soul #Soul at it's peak #LHA #1introvertedsage #Intsa original

[virgatowhipped]

Hi! I'm a CNCOWNER who doesn't speak spanish and I don't know if you have seen the video that Zab just posted on Instagram but from the comments and the story from Talitha I tried to translate I think they are talking about that after a dna test it seems that LUZ IS NOT ZABDIEL'S?!? (I'm not sure. Please a translation of the full video would be awesome)

Hi! You're right, that was the gist of what his video was about. I honestly have a hard time understanding Zabdiel's Spanish cause of his accent, but @kristen24 says she's gonna be translating the video tomorrow, so keep an eye out on her blog!

[myremnantarmy]

𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟑𝟏, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

Memorial of Saint John Bosco, Priest

Gospel Mk 5:21-43

When Jesus had crossed again in the boat

to the other side,

a large crowd gathered around him, and he stayed close to the sea.

One of the synagogue officials, named Jairus, came forward.

Seeing him he fell at his feet and pleaded earnestly with him, saying,

“My daughter is at the point of death.

Please, come lay your hands on her

that she may get well and live.”

He went off with him

and a large crowd followed him.

There was a woman afflicted with hemorrhages for twelve years.

She had suffered greatly at the hands of many doctors

and had spent all that she had.

Yet she was not helped but only grew worse.

She had heard about Jesus and came up behind him in the crowd

and touched his cloak.

She said, “If I but touch his clothes, I shall be cured.”

Immediately her flow of blood dried up.

She felt in her body that she was healed of her affliction.

Jesus, aware at once that power had gone out from him,

turned around in the crowd and asked, “Who has touched my clothes?”

But his disciples said to him,

“You see how the crowd is pressing upon you,

and yet you ask, Who touched me?”

And he looked around to see who had done it.

The woman, realizing what had happened to her,

approached in fear and trembling.

She fell down before Jesus and told him the whole truth.

He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has saved you.

Go in peace and be cured of your affliction.”

While he was still speaking,

people from the synagogue official’s house arrived and said,

“Your daughter has died; why trouble the teacher any longer?”

Disregarding the message that was reported,

Jesus said to the synagogue official,

“Do not be afraid; just have faith.”

He did not allow anyone to accompany him inside

except Peter, James, and John, the brother of James.

When they arrived at the house of the synagogue official,

he caught sight of a commotion,

people weeping and wailing loudly.

So he went in and said to them,

“Why this commotion and weeping?

The child is not dead but asleep.”

And they ridiculed him.

Then he put them all out.

He took along the child’s father and mother

and those who were with him

and entered the room where the child was.

He took the child by the hand and said to her, “Talitha koum,”

which means, “Little girl, I say to you, arise!”

The girl, a child of twelve, arose immediately and walked around.

At that they were utterly astounded.

He gave strict orders that no one should know this

and said that she should be given something to eat.

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[officialyourdailyinspiration]

The Healing Touch of Jesus

(Matthew 9:18-26; Luke 8:40-56)

21 When Jesus had re-crossed in the boat to the other side, a vast multitude came crowding to Him; and He was on the shore of the Lake, 22 when there came one of the Wardens of the Synagogue—he was called Jair—who, on beholding Him, threw himself at His feet, 23 and besought Him with many entreaties. "My little daughter," he said, "is at the point of death: I pray you come and lay your hands upon her, that she may recover and live." 24 And Jesus went with him. And a dense crowd followed Him, and thronged Him on all sides.

25 Now a woman who for twelve years had suffered from hemorrhage, 26 and had undergone many different treatments under a number of doctors and had spent all she had without receiving benefit but on the contrary growing worse, 27 heard of Jesus. And she came in the crowd behind Him and touched His cloak; 28 for she said, "If I but touch His clothes, I shall be cured." 29 In a moment the flow of her blood ceased, and she felt in herself that her complaint was cured. 30 Immediately Jesus, well knowing that healing power had gone from within Him, turned round in the crowd and asked, "Who touched my clothes?" 31 "You see the multitude pressing you on all sides," His disciples exclaimed, "and yet you ask, 'Who touched me?'" 32 But He continued looking about to see the person who had done this, 33 until the woman, frightened and trembling, knowing what had happened to her, came and threw herself at His feet, and told Him all the truth. 34 "Daughter," He said, "your faith has cured you: go in peace, and be free from your complaint."

35 While He is yet speaking, men come from the house to the Warden, and say, "Your daughter is dead: why trouble the Rabbi further?" 36 But Jesus, overhearing the words, said to the Warden, "Do not be afraid; only have faith." 37 And He allowed no one to accompany Him except Peter and the brothers James and John. 38 So they come to the Warden's house. Here He gazes on a scene of uproar, with people weeping aloud and wailing. 39 He goes in. "Why all this outcry and loud weeping?" He asks; "the child is asleep, not dead." 40 To this their reply is a scornful laugh. He, however, puts them all out, takes the child's father and mother and those He has brought with Him, and enters the room where the child lies. 41 Then, taking her by the hand, He says to her, "Talitha, koum;" that is to say, "Little girl, I command you to wake!" 42 Instantly the little girl rises to her feet and begins to walk (for she was twelve years old) 43 but He gave strict injunctions that the matter should not be made known, and directed them to give her something to eat. — Mark 5:21-43 | Weymouth New Testament (WNT) The Weymouth New Testament is in the public domain. Cross References: Matthew 9:1; Matthew 9:18; Matthew 9:20; Matthew 9:24; Matthew 17:1; Matthew 26:10; Mark 3:10; Mark 8:23; Mark 9:9; Luke 4:40; Luke 5:17; Luke 8:42-43; Luke 8:50; Leviticus 15:25; 1 Samuel 1:17; 2 Kings 5:19; John 11:11; Acts 9:40; Acts 20:10

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