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big day for the jesus was trans crowd

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I'm dedicating today to everyone for whom Holy Saturday is all too familiar. Maybe you've lived there for years. Between death and life, grieving, betrayed by loved ones, abandoned by God. There is explicit space for you today. I spent years reliving Holy Saturday, and reaching Easter did not come easily. We must remember that Jesus too went through today, with us, for us. Our waiting, our abandonment, our death, is not alone, and it is not the end. You may not be able to feel life right now, but the dawn will come. If you can, see if you can feel the hope. Creation holds its breath.

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yeah actually every trans person is blessed by god, protected under the virgin mary's mantle, prayed for by the saints and fought for by the heavenly host hope this helps

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that feel when you walk into an old church and you know hundreds of years of prayer have sunk into these walls

#yeahhhhh

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🦢 our lady of sorrows 🕯

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i'm really sorry but you're gonna find god in the Other Stuff, too. religious trappings are nice. so is tradition. it's good to have buildings to go to and things to wear and holy texts to read and prescripted songs to sing. it's comforting to have lineage and instructions. bless the treasure map.

but god's Elsewhere, too: out on the tips of skinny branches and wading in the weeds, left of center, left field.

so if you decide to test this theory and go rambling around calling out innumerable, unpronounceable names, know that you won't have to look too hard. divinity does a terrible job concealing itself. god willing you will take a shine to the idea that god happens everywhere, in everything, all the time.

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— Not So. Not So., Anne Sexton. From The Awful Rowing Toward God.

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do you guys think jesus, the son of a carpenter, smelt the wood of the cross & temporarily thought of home

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Jesus was not too late to heal when He raised the dead back to life, so I am not too late to be healed no matter when it begins.

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Some days I feel like all I can do is hold onto the hem of His robe

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Queer people of faith are ripped apart in all directions. But it is in the delicate art of re-seaming these wounds that transcendence abounds.

— The Queer Prophet, Amrou Al-Kadhi. The Book of Queer Prophets, edited by Ruth Hunt.

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“The Psalms are, in a sense, God’s way of holding space for us. They invite us to rejoice, wrestle, cry, complain, offer thanks, and shout obscenities before our Maker without self-consciousness and without fear.”

— Rachel Held Evans, Inspired: Slaying Giants, Walking on Water, and Loving the Bible Again

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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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“A church by the sea is constantly in conversation with it. When bells were first introduced to churches in the first 1,000 years of Christianity in Britain, in seaside parishes they were rung during storms, to ask God to calm the waters. Perhaps, they thought, people’s cries were hard to hear over howling winds, and bells are louder than prayers.”

— Charlotte Runcie, “Salt on Your Tongue” (via graveyarddirt)

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A quick moodboard I can (and will) always turn to. Image credits - (1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9)