#anger at the church

[deservedgrace]

It's really frustrating feeling like I'm not allowed to be angry about this. Feeling like I've been angry for "too long" and I need to get over it. Anger was a sinful emotion when I was in the cult. Only god was allowed that emotion because only he could feel anger "the right way". It feels like I'm right back there when my anger is questioned, when there are rules around it, when the guidelines involve more than not harming others.

My anger keeps me safe. It keeps me from going back. It keeps me from feeling soft towards it, from "well maybe it wasn't that bad", from falling for the decades of indoctrination and brainwashing again because they're ruts in my brain, deep ones I still have to work at not falling into.

I'm not safe because I know better now. My knowledge doesn't keep me safe. My knowledge doesn't undo the indoctrination of my formative years. It doesn't change the fact that it's still there, deep down, a root too deep and complex to fully pull up

My basis for everything was the cult. I need something outside of it to keep me out, keep me safe.

My anger keeps me safe.

#cults are insidious and you are at risk if you think you're too smart to fall for one #'anger isn't constructive' okay first off it's an emotion it's not inherently constructive or deconstructive #secondly why does it have to be constructive? like actually #i was gonna finish this but #whatever #personal #ex cult #anger at the church

[emoreooo]

it means everything yuri edition

#oh and sunnys there too #look i just . kelbrey m/f ship for the gay people. so i make them gay #theyre so yuri ok they duked it down in church #what gets more yuri than hitting the childhood friend you felt anger and betrayal towards with a nailed bat in Church #also that was such a classic hero villain monologue even if its a little cheesy. im simple #omori aubrey #omori kel #kelbrey #omori baseball bat #omori #omori fanart #fanart #aubrey omori #kel omori #my art #yuri au

[momentsbeforemass]

Sin?

(For someone who said I never talk about sin)

What is sin?

When we think about sin, usually the first ideas that come to mind are things like the Ten Commandments, the seven deadly sins (lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, and pride), and other obvious examples.

The thing is, sin isn’t limited to those great scarlet sins of commission.

Because sin isn’t about any specific list of “thou shalt nots.” Sin is really about the effect that something has on us.

I’m talking about what sin does. And what sin does is separate you and me from the One who loves us best. Sin gets between us and God. That is what makes something a sin.

The lists of “thou shalt nots” are part of that.

The Ten Commandments, pride, envy, all those things? Those are just universal problems that plague every single one of us.

The thing to know is that sin doesn’t stop with a list of “thou shalt nots.”

The truth about sin is much more subtle, and much more dangerous.

Because anything that can do the job for us, anything that is capable of getting between us and God? That is a sin, for us.

That’s why anger can be a sin. Because it can get between us and God.

That’s why resentment can be a sin. Because it can get between us and God.

That’s why fear can be a sin. Because it can get between us and God.

That’s why bitterness can be a sin. Because it can get between us and God.

That is how you and I have to look at it.

Because anything that is capable of separating you from God? That, for you, is a sin.

That’s true, no matter how small or harmless it may look.

It’s also true, even if it’s not sin for someone else.

For me? There’s a reason why I don’t gamble.

For most of us, gambling is innocent entertainment. Good for you. Thank you for supporting our bingo night.

But for me? It wouldn’t take long for gambling to get out of hand. It wouldn’t take long for gambling to come between me and God. That’s why gambling is a sin for me. So I avoid it.

That is the truth of sin. 

Because anything that is capable of separating you from God? That, for you, is a sin.

If you’re honest, you know what those things are for you. So does God.

God knows everything about you, including how those things that separate you from Him mess with you. How they leave you feeling stuck or anxious. How they leave you fearful or angry. How they leave you empty.

And that is what Reconciliation – confessing our sins – is about. Not because God wants to beat you and me up about our sins.

But because that’s not how God wants you to live. God did not make you to live feeling stuck or anxious, fearful or angry. God did not make you to live empty.

God made you to live joyfully, overflowing in His love and abundance.

The first step to getting there? Let go of the things that are coming between you and God. Let go of your sins.

Push them away from you. By name, hand them over to the God who loves you.

In the Sacrament of Reconciliation, priests are in persona Christi, holy instruments of God’s grace and mercy waiting to be poured out just for you.

Not to blame or shame, but to absolve you and to rejoice with you.

Because that is the secret of Reconciliation. One of the greatest joys on this side of eternity is the feeling in your heart after a good confession.

This Lent, make time for you, for your spiritual health. Take a moment to let go of all of the things that are coming between you and God. Hand over all of your sins. Hold nothing back.

Because the God who loves you too much to let anything come between you and Him, delights in mercy and is waiting with open arms to forgive you.

Today’s Readings

#Sin #Reconciliation #Getting between you and God #Joy #Empty #Fear #Anxiety #Anger #God's Love #God #Jesus #Catholic #Christian #Church #Catholicism #Confession #Forgiveness #Moments Before Mass

[heartmarierose]

So BYU added the musket fire speech to their curriculum for incoming freshmen

An account that I follow on Instagram, @the.fourth.option, posted a call to contact BYU and ask them to remove the speech. It's included in the mandatory course, BYU Foundations for Student Success. I'm having a lot of feelings about this, despite having never attended BYU, so I wanted to post my message here.

The emails in the to-line are:

[email protected]

[email protected]

[email protected]

[email protected]

Oh and here's a link to the speech in question:

Good morning,

I am writing to ask that Jeffrey R. Holland’s speech “The Second Half of the Twentieth Century” be removed from the curriculum for the new University Foundations class for incoming freshmen.

I am a convert to the church, 10 years ago this year, and a nonbinary lesbian. I am having trouble articulating exactly how much Elder Holland’s speech hurt me, and many in the queer community. I firmly believe that it was never Elder Holland’s intent to cause such pain to the queer community. However, as disciples of Christ it is our responsibility to hear people when they say “this thing you did has caused me pain,” and then apologize for doing that thing and make every effort to never do it again.

To the queer community, this speech says "you do not and never will belong." To the queer community, this speech says "you are a danger to be removed using violence." To queer incoming freshmen at BYU, this speech says "you, your spiritual/emotional/mental well-being, and your physical safety, are less important than ensuring that BYU continues to receive donations from people who hate you."

To straight members of the church who harbor hatred for the queer community, regardless of the commandment to love your neighbor as yourself, this speech says "I would like to hear a little more musket fire from this temple of learning." To those homophobic members, this speech says "your homophobia is justifiable and even Christ-like." To those homophobic members, this speech says "violence against your queer neighbor is okay and even encouraged by church leaders." You may include as many caveats about unequivocal love for queer people as you like, but you must understand that when putting "those who live with this same-sex challenge" and "musket fire" in the same thought, many will choose not to hear your caveats.

I appreciate that Elder Holland and other church leaders "have spent more time and shed more tears on this subject than [they] could ever adequately convey." I appreciate that they have "a little scar tissue of [their] own." Many of your incoming BYU freshmen have shed tears on this subject, and have scar tissue. Everyone is hurting here. But time and time again, Jesus Christ left the ninety and nine, the institution, the powerful - to comfort the one. To comfort the outcast. In a spirit of pleading and sorrow, why, then, would BYU choose to drive away the lost sheep, the outcast, the queer student in so much pain, by requiring that everyone read this speech?

Again, I believe that the intent with this speech was never to cause pain to queer members of the church. But, as queer members speak out and explain how such talks and speeches cause pain, seeing BYU and the church as a whole double down on these messages calls into question the the sincerity when we are told that these things are done with love. We do not feel love in these actions. 3 Nephi 14:20 says "Wherefore, by their fruits ye shall know them." The fruits of these actions are only pain, and sorrow, and hurt. Please believe us when we say that this thing you are doing is causing us pain, and please make every effort to never do it again. Thank you,

[my name]

she/they

Member of the [ward that I live in]

#i have a lot more anger than i expressed in this letter because they will read anger as contention #and contention can be dismissed out of hand #queerstake #lgbtqia+ in the lds church #the church of jesus christ of latter day saints #things i have feelings about #i am screaming so much

[holysaintscathedral]

Call a priest a dirty sinner, make him pray for forgiveness, accuse him of tempting you and leading you away from god's light, tell him that he needs to redeem himself if he means to make himself worthy of being a servant of god, tell him of the multitude of priests that are in hell and purgatory because they failed their duties as an alter christus. Hold him accountable for his actions and tell him it's for his own good; someone has to do it.

#hierophilia #priest kink #priestkink #religion kink #blasphemy kink #gonna pull that 'you're a false shepherd' spiel #gotta reverse the roles on him you know #is my anger with the catholic church and clergy a little too apparent on this post? oops sorry

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: March 27

"Long Time Gone" by The Chicks

#song of the day #I'm still thinking about the Country Songs About Country Songs #this is actually a cover too though I never hear the original around anywhere #(it's by Darrell Scott who is also the originator for 'You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive' #turns out he's got a bunch of songs that got picked up and made somewhat more popular in the hands of other folks. an interesting legacy) #the best lines of this song to sing are also the bits About Country Music--well the whole song's about chasing the love of it #but this bit is bemoaning the kids these days you know. country music isn't what it used to be. why back in my day etc etc #it's so so so much fun to sing too because you get to exaggerate your 'I think's until they rhyme with 'Hank'. excellent work #'we listen to the radio to hear what's cookin / but the music ain't got no soul #now they sound tired but they don't sound Haggard / they got money but they don't have Cash #they got Junior but they don't have Hank / I think I think I think / the rest is a long time gone' #it's fascinating to me to think about these songs in (saying 'historical' here is giving me psychic damage but) historical context #because the Darrell Scott original for Long Time Gone came out in 2000 and The Chicks released their version in 2002 #so they were talking about the trend towards American jingoism in country music of the time #versus like Waylon Jennings in 1975 'Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way' #(I typed that and /then/ went back and looked up the release date and I'm so proud I got it right) #already bemoaning the state of country music in the 70s versus good old classic country like Hank Williams Senior sang #(Hank Jr covered Waylon's song in 1981. like yes it's a tribute to his father but also Hank Jr was a big push towards outlaw country #and has a few pretty famous songs himself about not singing like his daddy did. it just seems a strange choice to me) #and then Eric Church put out 'Lotta Boot Left to Fill' in 2009 calling out the shallowness of the country music scene of the time #(talking some only-thinly-veiled shit about a few of his peers in the process) #and then he released 'Stick That In Your Country Song' in 2021 and that /definitely/ put some backs up #that one's a less directed but more direct call-out if that makes any sense #no lines that are direct references to other artists' songs but stronger sentiments overall #not just general 'y'all are getting shallow prioritizing good times and high sales over genuine heart and integrity of craft' #but some straight up 'you have forgotten the face of your father' shit towards country artists and fans alike. the whole industry #a very good righteous-anger song

[kaseyskat]

hi hello so the oak family makes me soooo fucking emo and i thought a bit too hard about lark and henry's relationship this week and this is what came out? it's also my first time really trying to tackle lark's pov so be kind to me sdhfkhdsf

~~

The nighttime has always been Lark’s favorite. 

In the Before, this was mostly because he and Sparrow used to sneak out of their rooms and down to the home computer. Sparrow would disable the parental controls, because he’s smart like that, and Lark would pull up the wikipedia pages of movies, and they would sit together, sharing one chair like they share everything else, consuming to their heart’s desire. 

Sleep, or the lack thereof, used to come so easily to them, Before. 

Lark only frowns in the memory of his own immaturity, now. 

Now, the night is a quiet peace, a moment of respite– and besides, when his dreams are drenched in black miasma and static, he much prefers when his brother is sleeping in bed and his parents are locked in their bedroom and Lark can be alone. 

Except for tonight, as he creeps into the kitchen only to find the light on, the sound of familiar humming brightening the space. 

There was a time when that humming was a comfort to Lark, in the Before. He remembers being small – smaller, anyways – and wanting to stay awake, stay awake! but being trapped in the arms of his parents, swaddled in blankets. He remembers a day where he had been sick with the flu, and his father had held him and sang to him while he cried and squirmed, the same song that he is humming now in the kitchen as he works. 

This Henry, Lark notes, is nothing like the apologetic but firm father that he’s been angry with for what has felt like his entire life. His father’s hair is tousled, his glasses hanging crooked, and he’s kneading dough as he hums to himself. 

Awkward. Lark swallows, and he steps into the light, teeth gritted. The fury that writhes under his skin starts to boil over once more, because the night was his time, of course his father would steal this from him too, he always ruins everything– 

“-oh hello, Lark,” said father interrupts Lark’s thoughts, and when Lark focuses back on him, he has a tired smile on his face, one that looks just a bit less strained than the fake plastered smiles he usually holds on their missions. “Did you need something? Don’t let me stop you.” 

I do need something, Lark wants to say, I need you to Leave. But he doesn’t say this out loud; he and Sparrow have been talking, and he has seen the wear of the fight between himself and their father on his brother, and enough time has passed since he was the afraid little kid who released the Doodler of his own volition that the anger that sits there in his head has simmered down to a slowly cooking roast instead of the boiled over mess of a person he had been. 

So he swallows his anger and forces it into his stomach and he steps into the light of the kitchen, his nose wrinkling. “What… are you doing?” 

It should sicken him, the way Henry’s eyes light up at the question– this, too, is familiar, the enthusiasm that his father holds for even the smallest joy of describing his hobbies to his sons. But it doesn’t, and the lack of the emotion has Lark’s stomach curling, his head pounding in tune. 

“Sometimes, when I can’t sleep, I like to bake,” his father explains, and he gestures at the dough. “My mom taught me; she thought it would help me to have an outlet, a way to feel my emotions. It’s very soothing, and yet you have to be so precise with the measurements that it requires–” 

“-forget I said a word,” Lark interrupts, rubbing his fingers against his temple with a groan. “I had forgotten your conversation skills are sorely lacking. Just… I just need some water.” 

His father’s smile does not waver, and he inclines his head at the fridge as he continues to knead. 

The smell of baking bread wafts through the kitchen as he treks across it, and his stomach, unwittingly, growls– and his father is still humming that song, the one from his childhood, and it melds with the bread, and the anger that simmers in his stomach feels a little less abrasive, and maybe it’s the vulnerability of the night or the pain radiating from his head but for once, Lark doesn’t want to fight. 

He’s tired. 

“Is the bread recipe one given to you by Grandmother as well?” he voices, tentatively. “It smells more appealing than anything you or Mother have ever deigned to serve to us in the past.” 

“My cooking is usually pretty bad, isn’t it?” his father admits, and he laughs. “Do… would you like to learn?” 

No. 

“If you are suggesting, Father, that I would like to spend my perfectly fine night with you in the kitchen learning how to bake bread, which I will never use…” Lark trails off as he turns back around, water bottle in hand. 

Henry is looking at him with something that Lark almost recognizes – is it pride? – as he holds up a piece of dough. With dried fruit and nuts, it has turned into a crude replica of his own face, right down to the sad little smile and the droopy eyes. “You can punch it,” he says, waving the little dough-face around childishly. 

For all that his father knows nothing about him and never will, he does know how to entice him to a task he previously had no intentions on completing. Lark groans, and he marches right over to where his father is standing, snatching the doughy face out of his hands. 

“I do not understand how you plan on teaching me when the dough is already made,” he snorts with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t think you thought this through very well, per the usual.” 

“I really just needed the help kneading,” Henry confesses, though Lark suspects his father is, once again, telling him a partial truth. “My hands are not as strong as they used to be, but yours are only getting stronger.” 

Lark remembers the last time he had thrown a punch at his father in anger, and the way he had been bruised for weeks, the marks dark and irritated. It had satisfied the chaos inside of him in a way he hadn’t been able to voice, the physical proof of his emotions, his rage. And still, Henry had not scolded him, had not raised his voice; he had taken it, like he had given up on trying. 

Lark does not want his father to keep trying, but somehow the idea of his father giving up on him feels worse. 

“I will take over then,” he says, evenly, and he steps to the pan Henry had been working with, cracking his knuckles. The dough is littered with nuts and fruits, and with some already in the oven, truly he does not quite understand why his father insists on making more… but he’s already here, isn’t he? 

He curls his hands into the dough, and he kneads. 

It… is soothing, in a way he hadn’t been expecting. Kneading dough is just punching it and punching it and watching the way the flour and yeast mixture yields to him has Lark feeling like he is younger, punching trees and stripping off the bark just to feel powerful. 

And Henry watches him, that smile still curling at his lips, fondness in his eyes. 

“I have the recipe written down,” he finally says, breaking the silence just as Lark steps back from the dough. It’s smooth, not sticky anymore, and even Lark in his inexperience can tell that it is finished. “If… you are willing, I really can teach you sometime.” 

“I have no use for bread,” Lark immediately bites, but as he washes his hands and watches the way Henry folds the dough and preps it for baking, he thinks he understands the appeal. His grandmother had called it an outlet for a reason, and while Lark is hesitant to admit it… 

…maybe, just maybe, he does need this. 

“Besides, who knows where we will be next week,” he continues, gesturing to the windows that show a darkened sky– not from the moon, but from the Doodler, which Lark has sworn he’d kill. “But… I will allow you to show me the recipe. Perhaps Sparrow would like to learn in my stead.” 

It is, he thinks, about as good as he can offer. 

“Perhaps he would,” Henry agrees, and he yawns. “Well, thank you– for thinking of Sparrow. I hope you sleep well.” 

I won’t, Lark thinks, but he bites the comment back and scatters quickly, before he can be drawn into anything else against his will. This… was stupid, it’s all so stupid, and he wants to bash his head into a wall, or scream into his pillow, or… or learn his father’s stupid bread recipe because he, too, is just tired. 

And it isn’t much, but it’s a start, isn’t it? 

#kasey writes stuff #dndads #dungeons and daddies #henry oak #lark oak garcia #this is like. in my head a few months/years after the church of the doodler #and also going off a post i saw about the rogue card only predicting anger and not fueling it? #anyways. they make me physically ill when i think too hard

[lrdvyke]

in going with the hivemind idea for the frenzied flame, that would mean vyke's thoughts, feelings, and dreams are all shared with those who have the frenzy flame in them and vice versa. anger will come to him when he's not angry, only to make him think it's now his anger, etc ( example from kale ). dreaming / possibility of having a difficult time sleeping. will say, joining that with my idea of the evergaol's cutting off people from outer god influences ( reason why vyke uses dragon incants in there and not frenzied flame ) then he may have felt at least some kind of small peace in there because, if cut off from the outer god of chaos, he would then be cut off from everyone else afflicted with the frenzied flame. so escaped vyke, upon leaving, all that would be slammed back into him the moment he leaves the evergaol. however, if going with a specific ending that is more neutral ( like ranni's ending ) then there is a chance that effect would dwindle as the afflicted die off.

#also kale talks about his brothers and sisters but names them as becoming in the thousands #so in hivemind fashion its not just the other merchants he's talking about its all the rest who joined in receiving the flame #there is also the wonder if they feel anger and despair etc from each other #if they die do they feel that too or is it anger 24/7 bc of that and that's why the frenzied are often easily provoked into violence #when a stranger comes by?? #granted game mechanics and all that i'll take into account #but those walking around in the frenzied church aren't like those outside so i hmm over it #it feeds off the grief and anger and fuels it into a brighter flame of chaos within #would it get stronger or would it simply consume the person as you see at times? #like a difference between just being frenzied vs getting the flame like our character does #despite melting all that divides away there is still that divide that comes about when it comes to kale's quest #SO I JUST HAVE MANY QUESTIONS #GKHJDHGKJD #— ooc. #anyway frenzied vyke? bad time

[deus-ex-mona]

rage is a ✨way of life✨

#found out that i successfully angered someone by not showing up to work on saturday lmaoooooo #and im just like… gOOOOOOD. BE MAD!!!!!!!!!!!! #mans has no room to be mad anyway. it’s his fault i had to ot for 7 hours to cover his work for him in the first place soooooooo #a nd he’s getting demoted next year and im ahauxucjsjjsjsjsjxjdhss #in other news im kinda annoyed by my mother’s (unfortunate) pressuring of me to go to the upcoming family christmas gathering :( #like no way manssssss i haven’t seen the extended fam since my grandma’s funeral and i’d like to keep it that way thanks~~~~~~~~ #and a c h r i s t m a s gathering of all places… m a n. im half expecting them to drag everyone to church to end off the gathering… #i wouldn’t put it past the hosting aunt to do that ngl. she had tricked me into attending a church service in the past and all… #like. man. there’s this local mall that has a similar name to said church service… #so ofc it’s normal to assume that said mall is what she was referring to when she said ‘let’s go to [insert name]!’ with no context right??? #and uggshdhdjjsjsjdjs i don’t wanna be introduced to my cousins’ kids as ‘auntie [insert nickname i hate]’ bc that’s lame #and m a n. i definitely don’t wanna interact with my cousins’ kids. i either don’t know or can’t pronounce (or both) their names #i only remember the oldest one’s name (bc he has a stereotypical frat boy name) and the one who’s named after a ninja turtle #but none of the rest. i think some of them have names from my cousins’ spouses’ home countries? dk about the others though #i’m 80% sure one of the girls was named something like ‘triceratops’ but that doesn’t seem right… #being named after a dinosaur sounds cool though… or any prehistoric creature really #if i could choose my own name i’d like it to be ‘coelacanth’ #just so i can say ‘i coelacan’t do it!!!!!’ if someone asked me to do something i don’t wanna do. the pun potentials are endless mans #huh. wow… i started this off with a mad coworker and ended it by turning into a coelacanth… how did we get here anyway…? #oh wells no one reads the tags anyway uehxudjdjdjsjsjss my secrets are ✨safe✨

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

u know it’s bad when ur doctor literally goes “hey you need to take a break from Lent/going to Mass this year until we work through some stuff”.

#blue chatter #this is because I am at the point where I cannot walk into a church without shaking #I had two really bad experiences at Mass in a row and it was. honestly rly damaging. #neither of the churches in my area are really viable places for me to go right now #so either I try and find an Orthodox Church or smth #or I go to online mass #but yeah my therapist is specifically known for helping ppl work thru religious trauma n scrupulosity n such #and she was like ‘hey. building up your relationship with God is really important. if you go to those churches again it is going to be bad’ #the goal is getting to a point where I can live my faith and be close to God in a safe and healthy environment #bc the panic and guilt spirals and anger is not it girliepop #point being. I will be observing Ash Wednesday at home this year. #and be talking with my therapist about a good Lenten devotion that won’t cause more harm than it helps

[christ-our-glory]

To judge or not to judge?

Matthew 7:1-6;13-20 “Judge not, that you be not judged. For with what judgment you judge, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you. And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me remove the speck from your eye’; and look, a plank is in your own eye? Hypocrite! First remove the plank from your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.

“Do not give what is holy to the dogs; nor cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you in pieces.

“Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it. Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.

“Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves. You will know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes from thornbushes or figs from thistles? Even so, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit. Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. Therefore by their fruits you will know them.

Many Christians remain forever stuck on those first two words, unable to see that they are indeed meant to judge others. We are commanded to judge the walk of others. For instance, if we see others sinning and we don’t warn them, we will be guilty of their sin (Ezekiel 3:18-21).

Throughout Scripture, we are called to judge. Jesus talked about how we are to judge one’s fruit (verses above). The apostle Paul commanded us not to even eat with false Christians (1 Corinthians 5:11), as well as commanding us to judge inside the church (1 Corinthians 5:12). We are to avoid associating with those whose morals are corrupt (1 Corinthians 15:33) and how can we do that if we’re not judging their walk? And the list goes on and on.

It’s important we must remember our hatred must be directed at sin, not the sinner. As noted by Martyn Lloyd-Jones, “Our anger must only be against sin; we must never feel angry with the sinner, but only full of sorrow and compassion for him.”

The main problem when it comes to judging sin is with those who try to judge indiscriminately. They will easily see the sins of others while often ignoring their own sin. This is true for all of us. We want to see the best in ourselves and the people we like, while easily seeing the error in everyone else.

We must be fair to all, friend and foe alike. The truth is the truth; it cares not if it upsets your friends or foes. We must be willing to stand with God, even if we have to stand alone.

Not to judge someone’s fruit is to invite disaster. We will either let them continue in their sin or allow a wolf among the sheep.

The only way to properly help the lost, and those being led astray by wolves, is to indeed judge people’s fruits. Knowing when, and how, to judge is crucial for a Christian.

#judgment #judgmental #Christians #church #association #friendship #believers #moral #anger #compassion #fairness #stand with God #Bible verses #Bible quotes #Bible study #theology #faith #religion #evangelism #Martyn Lloyd-Jones

[cultofpoppy-tm]

What’s your favorite #ChurchOutfit lyric? ⚰️

Church Outfit

#anger is something i worked to manifest #poppy #cult of poppy #queen #poppy's world #i'm poppy #youtube #video #music video #church outfit #lyrics #link #poppy updates #twitter #poppyupdate #poppy fandom #poppy seeds

[dutybcrne]

As far as the people of Mondstadt are concerned, what happened that night of Diluc's eighteenth birthday in terms of the results of The Confrontation between Diluc and Kaeya, is instead a fabrication that a grief-stricken Kaeya had recklessly tried to clear a domain on his own only to be attacked and hurt by a Pyro Abyss Mage. The only reason he survived was being blessed with his Cryo Vision.

Each and every time the lie is brought up, especially in the Angel's Share, Kaeya feels the urge to find that 'Domain' and lock himself in it.

#hc; kaeya #//Those of the church are aware it was NOT in fact a domain excursion; but he Refused to tell them what it actually was #//Many had/have their suspicions; but with how highly Kae held Diluc; many of them dismissed such concerns #//Lisa; Varka; Jean; and Seamus are the only people outside of the Dawn Winery folks at the time who know the Truth behind his injuries #//And ONLY Varka and Adelinde are aware him being Khaenri'ahn had any part to play in it (Kae's not aware Lisa knows too) #//But Kae adamantly Refused to let Diluc be faulted for any of it. Did everything he could to ensure it #//Definitely made it clear that anybody who acted on it in his name would be someone he'd detest and retaliate against #//Made it clear again when Diluc came back; though Jean had no intentions to #//Was she upset; yes. But with how Kae framed himself and the ordeal; she's torn on how to feel about their fight in general #//She doesn't Know exactly why they fought; Kae keeps saying it was Personal and to 'ask Diluc' if she really wants to know #//But she does know both were definitely hurting that night; and she was only able to really help ONE of them #//Ack; veered off course #//But yeah #//Kaeya will NOT ever willingly tell anyone that Diluc hurt him otherwise; and never ONCE resented him for it; either #//If Diluc himself were to try and take blame; Kaeya would Lose His Fucken Marbles and refute him most avidly #//One of the fastest and Only ways Diluc can actually bring Kaeya to genuine Anger #//Luc can insult and push him away all he wants; can even hurt him again if he wanted to #//But that? No; Kaeya would NOT stand for Diluc taking any blame; even from himself #//HE was the one who pushed Luc; HE was the one who approached him while grieving. Thus HE deserves all the blame for what happened #//That's what he thinks. And no one can hope to convince him otherwise. Except maybe Diluc himself #//But that'd take communication skills and emotional vulnerability that neither are equipped nor ready for as they are #//Whoops; veered again lol #//If Kae out of nowhere brings That up and blames Luc/acts in anger of him for it; just KNOW that smth is up

[momentsbeforemass]

Angry

Have you ever known someone who was angry with everyone and everything, including God?

That anger can come from a lot of different places.

Sometimes it comes from loss.

Sometimes it comes from failure.

Sometimes it comes from fear.

Wherever it comes from, that anger is a sign.

It’s the sign of someone who has been hurt by people or by life. Maybe even by themselves.

That anger is also a response.

They’re trying to deal with something that wounded them at the deepest level.

They’re trying to protect themselves from ever being hurt that way again.

They’re lashing out. Often at those who had nothing to do with hurting them. Including God.

So how do we deal with those people?

The same way that God does. It’s what Jesus is showing us in today’s Gospel.

We deal with those people who are lost in their anger by not rejecting them.

This is not a passive thing. It’s more than sitting there, not doing…whatever to them.

This is an intentional, deliberate, aggressive refusal to reject them. An active, in-your-face love. A holy love.

It’s the love that God pours out without measure into our hearts. And theirs.

It’s the only thing that will ever work.

Only God’s love can deal with that kind of anger.

Only God’s love can heal that kind of hurt.

Today’s Readings

#Anger #Angry #Hurt #Angry with God #Heal #God's Love #God #Jesus #Catholic #Christian #Church #Catholicism #Moments Before Mass

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2 different flavors of mommy issues

i haven't been posting much bc i've been too busy WRITING abt these mfs!!!! also i was really depressed

anyway here's a little sampling of their dynamic. or something. idk i don't usually draw stuff like this so i hope it gets the point across lol

#my art #digital art #comics #artists on tumblr #eyestrain #my character #character: dorian #character: raven #anyway. if an explanation is needed: #they're having a convo + dorian (blue) casually mentions smth wrt his mom #that he doesn't realize is “unusual” until raven's like “🤨 concerning” #so he's trying to convince her that actually it's super normal!! *everyone* has an awful relationship w their mother! :) #except she actually has No relationship bc she was abandoned by her parents lol #(they couldn't afford another child + thought it'd be better for her as well if they gave her to a church) #(it was not.) #but. #while she ofc had a lot sadness + anger + confusion when she was younger #nowadays she just doesn't think abt it all that much #she's got other shit to worry abt 👍 #and tbh she's only saying it to make him uncomfortable lol #anyway this (prolly) won't be an actual scene in the narrative #it's just a conversation that could 100% happen btwn them #don't ask why none of my characters have a good relationship w their parents :)

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Does Gale ever say he'd drown the world in blood to keep us safe.

#I've seen a funny amount of Gale-Anders comparisons #yet every post about Gale seems to have a distinct lack of any traits in common with Anders #other than liking cats? Maybe? #and I have to wonder what is going on in these people's brains and what THEY get out of the Anders romance #does Gale blow up a church to start a war #Does Gale have anger issues