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The worst thing with the whole John Mcarthur thing is that some people are going to believe him and double down on it because he's basically the pinnacle of what Christianity is to them and they can't conceptualize that he might be deeply incorrect

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What I hate about people reducing Jesus’s message to “be kind to each other,” besides the obvious, is that it’s a serious downgrade from Jesus telling us to love each other radically. Your neighbor is the person on the street in front of you. Your brother has to be forgiven more times than you can count. Wash each other’s feet, if they steal your coat give them your robes, die for each other. Jesus didn’t call us to be ‘nice,’ because nice just doesn’t cut it. He calls us to be lovers, not of some amorphous humanity, but of every single person we encounter.

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#Only multiple times in most weeks

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So many HermitCraft episodes dropped today and I've got an assignment to concentrate on. Time for self control.

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"you are enough" no. no we are not. none of us are enough. we are only enough by God's grace. Christ died for us, and considered us worth it, though. while we were yet sinners he died for us! he didn't wait until we were perfect to die for us. he made us perfect by dying for us. we're not enough, he makes us enough.

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#Smile cTboimi be

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Okay, here it is.

There's an idea I hear a lot in Christian circles, and while there are different catchy phrases for it, the basic idea boils down to this: You shouldn't make time for God; you should center your time around God.

It's a nice idea. A nice concept. But I find that it doesn't actually help me in a practical way. It makes me feel anxious and guilty about setting a certain amount of time aside for prayer or Bible reading. When things are important enough to me, I do make time for them.

For several years now, my resolutions have involved reading more and cleaning more. But this year, I've actually set specific time goals, both daily and for the year, and guess what? I'm actually reading and cleaning regularly.

I've seen many people treat the concept of "Making time for God" like you're sitting there with a full planner, squinting and going "Maybe I can pencil in prayer on Tuesday between class and soccer." Which obviously isn't ideal.

But you know what it is? A start. If the alternative is not praying, making a goal of praying on the 15 minute drive between class and soccer is a start. If the alternative is not reading your Bible, making a goal of reading a chapter-or even a verse-each day is a start. Adding "quiet time" to your to-do list isn't minimizing God to another box to check; it's prioritizing Him.

And the other thing with that is, the more I've been making a point of making time for reading and cleaning, the more I've wanted to do it. Recently I read a book in two days, spending well over the 20 minutes a day I made time for. But if I'd made a goal of reading a book in 2 days, I would have inevitably gotten overwhelmed and given up.

Christianity is a religion built on a relationship, and like with any relationship, we have to make time for that relationship and invest in it for it to grow. And we don't get there by beating ourselves up for not doing more.

"If you balk at praying an hour a day, check yourself! God deserves more than 15 minutes on your planner."

He absolutely does. And you're not going to be able to give that to Him by guilting yourself for not doing more. If 15 minutes is what you have to give right now, give 15 minutes. See what He does with it.

I'm not saying to settle, or be lukewarm. I'm just saying, don't be afraid to take small, practical steps to grow that relationship with God. The person you know who's literally always praying, who reads the Bible for hours a day? Maybe they started out their faith that way; good for them.

But for most of us, it's a process that takes a lifetime to complete. So make time for God, and don't be afraid to take small steps.

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I mean, it probably goes without saying, but the Found Family trope is so popular because so very many people are so terribly, terribly lonely

#I have my family but I have yearned for close friends

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Children are precious. Respect them, and protect them.

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I love it when Elrond is portrayed as someone who is a little bit incomprehensible to most of the elves at first. Not even just because he's a half-elf, but because he reminds them all of so many other people, and that layering can be kind of jarring.

He sings beautifully, with a voice that sounds like no elf or man, and it reminds many of the Sindar of Luthien. It reminds some of the Noldor of someone else, another singer with raven-dark hair and starry gray eyes.

The braids he does his hair in– and he always keeps it braided at first, because letting it run loose is another thing that makes people whisper of Luthien– are in the traditional Noldor style. The survivors of Gondolin love that; Turgon always wore his hair in classical styles too. The other part of the House of Finwe that clung to traditional braids goes unmentioned. But everyone knows.

And he was clearly taught about court manners; taught to be gracious and charming, and a very good listener. The elf who could have taught Elrond those things is usually skipped over entirely, in favor of those reminiscing about Idril's graceful poise or Melian's endless patience.

He looks very much like Luthien, but there is a particular Finwean sharpness in his facial structure; something that makes him look a lot like Fingolfin, as well. Fingolfin looked very much like his father. And his older brother.

His smile is just like Earendil's (whose smile is just like Tuor's), and his strange, birdlike laugh is from Elwing. He fights and writes with his left hand– but then, so did Earendil, because while all elves are right-handed, not all humans or half-elves are. He eats no meat– just like Beren, they say, but the way Elrond tells it the choice had nothing to do with that history. There is ainuric power in him and something very human in the set of his shoulders. The flowers grow around any place he stays long enough. He gets sick in a way no elf, and certainly no maia, ever would. His accent is odd, and archaic, and changes noticeably when he's too tired to obscure it. His mannerisms are a mixture of about twelve people, almost all of whom are dead, and several of whom are not spoken of by the time he shows up in Gil-Galad's camp.

And the reflections of Elrond unsettle a lot of people; because one moment they see a fallen hero or loved one, and the next they see the person that took them. Or perhaps someone else, that they never knew at all. There is reverence and fear and uncertainty. It's messy.

Elrond himself is coming to peace with this by the War of Wrath. There is love in carrying the parts of your ancestors with you, even when they aren't around any more. And he knows better than anyone that he is always himself, first and foremost. Still, it takes everyone else a while to stop seeing a ghost and start seeing Elrond.

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#I'm slightly above average and I find it ridiculous that guys around my height get called short #Maybe they're below average male height but they still ain't short and why should that matter? #Though there are a few guys I know who are noticeably shorter and that could be a little weird. I don't want to tower over a guy #One of the best dancers in my dance class is quite short though and we've learnt how to manage. I can duck when he spins me.

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my dude, subspecies is the very concept of race that racism is based on. Like the one that says, evolution has produced these four subspecies and one of them will emerge as superior and overtake the others. i could maybe get behind "phenotype", but there are not four distinct human phenotypes, there are much more than four and all manner of combinations thereof. the four races theory emerged in the 19th century when "race" first shifted its meaning from "nationality" to "subspecies " at the behest of racists.

There are four morphological, phenotypic geographic groupings, this is the foundation of Forensic Anthropology, and it's only seen as racist by those who don't understand the science and confuse it with phrenology.

And no, subspecies isn't racist, you only believe it is because for some reason humans are seen as untouchable when it comes to biological groupings like subspecies.

Subspecies is a category in biological classification that ranks immediately below a species and designates a population of a particular geographic region genetically distinguishable from other such populations of the same species and capable of interbreeding successfully with them where its range overlaps theirs.

Do you think I'm making this shit up?

#I recently heard it debunked by dr Robert Carter and he's so not woke #Like there's no woke 7 day creationists that I'm aware of #Biblical Genetics my beloved podcast

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unsung benefit i think a lot of ppl are sleeping on with using the public library is that i think its a great replacement for the dopamine hit some ppl get from online shopping. it kind of fills that niche of reserving something that you then get to anticipate the arrival of and enjoy when it arrives, but without like, the waste and the money.

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nobody wants to work anymore

#Reblogging for the coffee cup

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but what if I rewrote Arthur in space. what if Arthur and Lancelot retained memories of a hauntingly different life. what if Lancelot is basically like, if you die again, imma destroy the universe about it. what then.

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If the men with power were not predators, it would be impossible for a woman to sleep her way to the top.

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