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enchantingtrash · 1 year

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Can't stop thinking about her

#i love her #oh my god #the first sentence just hits you like a fright train #bbc #cunk on earth #funny #tik tok #god #chrsitianity

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whereserpentswalk · 1 month

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I'm not lgbt in the sense of "Jesus would have accepted gay people too." I'm queer in the sense of "if God hates faggots then I'm on the side of Satan."

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seraltphotography · 27 days

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A great light dawns in Galilee Some say mad man Some say King Wonder working rebel priest Jesus Christ the Nazarene

He knew well what it would take To free us all from sin and grave A perfect man would have to die And only He could pay that price

Friday's good 'cause Sunday is coming Don't lose hope 'cause Sunday is coming Devil, you're done, you better start running Friday's good 'cause Sunday is coming

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butch-enjoyer · 5 months

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The more I learn about Christianity, the more it sounds like an apocalyptic religion.

Oh you eat your God and drink the it's blood?

You are waiting for the return of your God and it will also start the apocalypse?

#cristianity #chrsitianity #chris chan #christmas #christianity #christian broadcasting network #jesus christ #christian living #jesus #christian faith #faith #faith the unholy trinity

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him-first · 11 months

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a gentle reminder for all the believers out there: don't believe the lie that you are too far gone for God to reach you again. remember where & who you were before God. if he thought you were too much for him, if he thought you had strayed too far, then he wouldn't have reached out and saved you. what makes you believe it is any different this time around? the truth is: if you weren't too far gone without God, you aren't too far gone with God. he still loves you.

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queen-of-weird-girl-nation · 3 months

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@bookrecomendationsplease

What kinda Christian are u? Sorry if this is invasive I just wanna know my Christian mutuals

#chrsitianity

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sophieinwonderland · 6 months

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idk where or how to say this, but i wanna mention it somewhere

I think our system has a jesus fictive/factive in it. and I'm not sure what to feel about him

I mean, that's probably not too uncommon. Especially if you grow up Christian, being taught to commune with Jesus from childhood.

In DID, religious alters are common, and some churches even use methods for speaking to the divine that sound an awful lot like tulpamancy.

I think this is pretty normal, and I would suggest showing your Jesus the same kindness and respect you would show to any other headmate.

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sally-lii · 25 days

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He has Risen!

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latterdaysainttemples · 7 months

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Inside the Moses Lake Washington temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

Read the Church Newsroom article. Learn more about Latter-day Saint temples, their functions, and find an open house near you.

Pt. 2

#Moses lake washington #washington #wa #church of jesus christ of latter day saints #lds #temple #religion #chrsitianity #photography #interior design #architecture #wedding

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exoid-the-locomotive-monarch · 24 days

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Happy Easter Sunday and Transgender day of visibility to all who celebrate. Although not many believe that Christianity and its strict gender roles and traditions is compatible with changing your gender, we must remember Jesus Christ, the first transgender prophet who transitioned from being a cis male to an agender God.

And if you say he always was God, you still prove my point. Now you understand how being transgender works.

#trans #trans day of visibility #easter #easter sunday #chrsitianity #jesus christ #religion #queer #transgender

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gospel-art-project · 2 years

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#god loves you #jesus #chrsitianity #gospel art project

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medievalistsnet · 9 months

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#chrsitianity #peace #peace movement #medieval history #italian history

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whereserpentswalk · 7 months

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Imagine if our best source on what Christianity was like in the far future were adaptations of Dante's Inferno and Paradise Lost. And Christiantiy was dead when these adaptations are made. There are two sets of adaptations, one that tries to convince the audience that every divine or demonic being in Christianity was actually just alien nobility. The other adaptation is more accurate but was made mostly for the perpose of trying to unite the United Kingdom and Ireland.

This is what trying to figure out anything about Norse mythology/paganism is like.

#my thougts #norse paganism #norse pantheon #norse gods #norse mythology #chrsitianity #osp #dantes inferno #paradise lost

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seraltphotography · 3 months

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I've chosen this image for this verse because that how I picture myself finding Jesus,when I finally see his beautiful face. Like an emerging light covering all the darkness and sadness of this world. Welcome to the house of the lord.

#faith in god #faith in jesus #christian faith #faith #christian music #christian living #jesus christ #godfirst #god #chrsitianity #king james version #bible verse #verse of the day #Spotify

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faithfromanewperspective · 7 months

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it's so hard to reclaim the name of christianity. when i'm out in the world interacting with people, interacting and reaching out and saying fuck you to social norms and ideas of appropriateness rooted in discrimination just to validate everyone's humanity. just like my religion taught me to. it's hard when i go out there and realise just how many people have been hurt and i pray for justice and repentance from those in power, just like my religion taught me to. because so many people have been hurt by it. hurt by fear that was instilled and abuse of power by people who are real fucking insecure and think Knowing God And Being Right will mean they can feel better and just not. realising they're hurting people. because their hearts are too hard, and that's something my religion taught me too. that there are people like that. but the people like that. they have impact extending far, far beyond what they could have ever dreamed. impact making people think oh no this god could never want me and i can't live the kind of half life that you do. it always crushed me as a child when i saw people felt like this and--those were the days where it happened to older people around me, and i thought i wasn't grown up enough to ask about it. i grew up. couldn't hold myself back from that empathy anymore, because you learn how to love by doing it. it's quite basic actually, core of what's being human is to love your neighbour as yourself. that's what my religion taught me. and i get out there and i fucking listen and it's everywhere and the people in my religion, they just don't see it unless they've felt it themselves too. most aren't intentionally or even themselves doing the things that are hurting people, but they're so naive to hang around those who do sometimes and in a way, they're just as bad. and yet when you hear their stories, they believe in a god of love. they just think everyone does. no, i say, how are people to see that this is the god we believe in if the only ones making noise are the ones using fear? they go on with their little lives and they care for me, but i am nothing like them. i never could be. so i share my story, just like my religion taught me to. i share how i don't fear punishment (in fact i've been known to chase after it only to realise what i've forgotten again and again, that there's a god who gave everything because of not wanting me to be punished) but i do care about justice. i do want an impact that turns social structures upside down, and why my god became a man this was what was talked about. i do care about almightly all powerful all everything comfort for those who need it just like how my religion taught me and captured me because otherwise i would try and do it all on my own and god knows that would kill me faster than any kind of threat to my existence from outside. and yet, there are all these people who claim to have the same god. i don't understand them, oh wait i do, i see their shame and how uncolourful their lives and hearts are and how they just don't know how to love. themselves. others. think this is what's best for them (something to do with eternity that i won't talk about because. they're got it so simplified it may as well be outright lies) and so. just providing 'facts' is a substitute for warmth.

when did you lose your happiness? when did you lose your heart, your soul, the very thing you sacrificed pleasure to save? i don't relate because my pleasure comes from connection, and before i knew about my neurobiology or my sexuality it was my religion that showed me examples of that. that showed me i wasn't wrong to exist as i do. the same religion, supposedly, that people are all over being hurt by. it makes no sense. it doesn't check out. but wait, it does perfectly. what a better way to harm people than to gatekeep their greatest source of love by dressing it up like hate? telling them by your actions that they would never want it, portraying it as hurtful through your existence, even despite inviting people in. washing out all the richness, because richness makes you uncomfortable: richness makes you not be able to control people. it makes you have to feel, how dare we feel anything, how dare we when we follow a man who cried when his friend died even though he knew bloody well he was about to resurrect the guy 5 seconds later? inviting people in as if you have the authority to do so, but making it so fucking ugly why would anyone in the first place? and genuinely not understanding that and getting discouraged as to why, not realising it was you, you who butchered the entire thing. what is a greater kind of evil? especially as it's one done by accident and through hurt and shame and insecurity and the things all humans carry, warning us by your existence, that you and the evil you've become could happen to any of us. could become of any of us, and no wonder there are people who want to be as little like you as possible, associating you with the religion that is mine. well, not mine, it belongs to the one who created it. but i experience it. do you? because yours is nothing like mine. and yet. it's like darwin's finches, for i could find an evolutionary cousin in the people around me in this building who embodies each step of the transition between my experience and yours. am i any better? do i need to be? all i know is you've hurt me too. you hurt me by telling me to love others and twisting that to say i should serve you. you hurt me by saying emotional intimacy is just as important as physical, and then withholding the emotional intimacy until i find someone to have sex with and sign a piece of paper saying i will with only them. you hurt me by hurting people, other people, who i am one with and connected with just like my religion taught me, long before i heard of the concept of boundaries (the kind that mean you don't feel others' pain as your own). don't you ever think there's a deity who might feel the way you do? you claim to fear him yet you don't realise, do you, that you're breaking the heart of a god. you fear punishment, i don't, so why aren't you scared there might be consequences even if you believe this god doesn't want you to take this path and did everything so you might not have to? or are consequences something you only associate with people who make you uncomfortable?

and that is why i have to reclaim the label of christianity. i have to exist in a way that makes you uncomfortable, armed with quotations from the god you claim to follow driving me to do everything i said, everything that makes you uncomfortable. pass on the truth of those millions that you've hurt, pass it on like it's my truth (because it is now) to the next finch in the line, normalise talking about it until they too, see that there is more to life than the perspective you thought you could make us believe, the one that stunts love. you have your power through control, we have ours through connection and truth, just like our religion told us to. so we don't shut up, keep it going along the chain of finches, every experience widening its own horizons only by a step, hoping that maybe, maybe those who have been excluded might be free to exist with us, should they choose to. so that the power you have over us is gone and you are just a broken human once again, maybe then it might thaw you as the light comes in and you'll be harmless once again. you'll open up to love received when you have no ability to give and nothing to hide behind. really, i'm reclaiming this label for your own good, just as you say you are hurting me for mine. but i shouldn't fight fire with fire. or ice with ice. not when i know how to capture hearts with a truth that is bigger than me, i learned that from my religion. not when there are people, hurting people, whose experience of you i can't undo but i can share it with them, be someone who maybe, just maybe, might offer some semblance of a corrective experience. showing the world how insignificant you really are, by simply being too stubborn to let you and your twisted interpretations of love become a category, a label of a faction of personhood that i happen to relate with too. people like me exist, and our existence doesn't require stolen power that could be gone, it is going, at the drop of a hat. our label isn't something convenient--you took that away from us--but rather something we're ashamed of, because it has been used for great hurt. but if it really is infused with the power of a god, a god who loves justice for the oppressed, then it is something i don't feel worthy of. but i know that never for one second will i let anyone get away with portraying it so absolutely, destructively wrong without fighting to destabilise this worldview. and take back the label of christianity.

inspired by a couple of (admittedly distressing, but validating and true) posts i've seen floating around and the lovely @tleeaves' curiosity.

#if you read this to the end i love you forever #faithfromanewperspective #chrsitianity #progressive christianity #punk christianity #silver bridges #sorry for lack of paragraphs #a fair bit of psychoanalysing various religious people

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shywhispersunknown · 2 months

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Casual Sex, The New Thief of joy.

I've recently been super intrigued by the story of Samson and Delilah. I couldn't for the life of me understand what was it about Delilah that drove Samson so crazy. Why did he love her and what made him stay with her after she repeatedly hurt him? I tore through that story at least 3 times searching for anything that would give me the answer I was looking for but came up with nothing. The Bible doesn't provide much backstory to their relationship. It doesn't specify if they were married or not but it does highlight her lack of love and respect for him which ultimately lead to his demise.

Throughout their love affair there are several instances where Delilah unabashedly set out to destroy Samson. Now I wont get into the entire story , but Samson was a Nazarite and his power source was his hair. He was a chosen man by God and his mission was to defeat the Philistines. Delilah, unbeknownst to Samson was hired by the Philistines to discover his secret with the hopes of capturing him. My girl would openly ask Samson what was the secret to his strength, and then would turn around and set him up! She did this at least 3 times and the wild thing is, Samson kept coming back for more! She'd even gaslight him, accusing him of lying to her and not really loving her. Sprung off the na'mean, he eventually gave in and told her his secret. And the rest is history. As I reflect on my last few years of dating, there are aspects of this story I can totally relate to. Follow me.

In my experience casual sex has caused me more harm then good. As I'd told myself time and time again, "this is your single season, you don't need a boyfriend". As much as that may have been true, it still didn't negate the fact that I wanted something or someone in some sort of capacity. 2019 I met my Delilah (we'll call him Dillon). On my quest of healing and being liberated from a tumultuous relationship, I somehow found myself entangled with a particular gentleman. Ill save you the details of how we met but the attraction was instant, and much like Samson, I was totally smitten. He didn't woo me in a traditional sense, but there was just something about him that really drew me in. I was admittedly lonely and love starved and truthfully it just felt good to have some male energy in my life. I didn't let on about my lack of love, but I feel like he knew. Our 1st date told me everything I needed to know about him. We were at a bar having a great time, and in walked someone he knew. The 2 locked eyes and the associate was visibly uneasy. Dillon excused himself and directed the guy outside. A few minutes later he returned and smiled then said "now we drink all night for free" I fell in love right there...*facepalm. We spent months galavanting through the city, every encounter was so random. I found him exciting, intriguing and incredibly sexy. We had a crazy connection and I wanted more of him. He'd told me he loved me several times, and I echoed the same sentiment, but every time Id mentioned us getting together...there was a pause. He'd give me excuses on why we shouldn't be together...begrudgingly I accepted it and tried to move on. But somehow or another, he always managed to draw me back in. He was sweet to me...(or so I imagined)he'd do the simple things I loved. Flowers just because, a playlist expressing his "true" feelings sent in the middle of the night...and random pop ups whether I was home or not. Sigh...these miniscule acts sown in manipulation would get me every time. I tried to be strong and step away, but I was caught up and couldn't leave him alone. Id pray about this, because although physically I was having a blast, emotionally I was messed up. Id discovered through my superb stalking skills..(kidding!), that he was seeing someone. But not just anyone, an amateur porn chick. With my own eyes Id seen the two in the act on twitter...I was mortified, disgusted and heartbroken. Here I was in the interim begging God to heal my heart , but the 1st pair of muscles and a smile comes my way and I'm ready to break out on the Lord? Some good and faithful servant I was SMH. All those tears man, those sleepless nights...crying out to God to help me get over the pain of the past...and here I was willingly walking back into the same thing.

I never confronted him about what I saw. I just tried to move on with my life. Id go long stretches without talking to him, and he'd oblige and not press the issue if he reached out and I didn't respond. But like clockwork, he'd figure out a way to lure me back in. We'd have these passionate moments and completely and emotionally naked.. Id tell him how much Id missed him and wanted to be his. We'd be great for a week...maybe even a month, but nothing changed. He was still sleeping with her...and me. Somehow or another I mustered up the strength to step away from him once again. I deactivated my socials and was determined to live life off the grid..at least until I got over him. But how was that supposed to happen if I was stalking him from my finsta? The delusion of it all! But I digress lmao..there didn’t seem to be much happening with him anyway. Before I knew it 6 months had passed.... and although parts of me still longed for him I was on my way to forgetting his face. One faithful day in June he reached out. He said he missed me, needed to see me and begged me not to deny him. Our last encounter was different. Although excited to see him, something was off. He didn’t look the same to me anymore…but he was still very much himself. The rizz was on a thousand and I fell for it once again. Completely aware that I had been had, I worked super hard not to get in my fantasy bag. There would never be an "Us" and I needed to let it go. As I steadied myself to take one last peak at his page( because I was shutting my operation down)…I saw that he was very much engaged. Fantasy officially over.

Before I met Dillon, I was on the road to the new me. The Lord was piecing my heart back together. My passion for Him was reignited, and although I had some tough days the love was palpable and real. Dillon seemed to be a beautiful distraction, no doubt. But was the few trysts I had with him worth the pain, shame and embarrassment I felt then? Absolutely not! The condemnation, the depression THE ANXIETY! for obvious reasons, heck no! Samson lost his anointing fooling with Delilah, and I derailed my healing path messing around with Dillon. But God, who is completely faithful gave ya girl another chance.

*The spirit of Delilah is a seducing spirit whose mission is to stop believers from fulfilling their destiny by enticing its target and lulling them to sleep. Believers who fall subject to this spirit forget their true purpose, giving Satan an advantage over God's people.

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