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sorekbekarmi · 2 months ago
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Missionaries are inherently xenophobic.
Missionaries to Jews are inherently antisemitic.
There is no debate here - the above statements are inescapable true. Intentions do not matter. It LITERALLY DOES NOT MATTER that Christian missionaries BELIEVE they are doing something good by saving other people from hell. IT. DOES. NOT. MATTER.
Because the people you're missionizing ALSO have beliefs, that are part of their own religions and cultures and histories and ethnicities. And your assumption that only YOUR beliefs are correct and must be spread is the LITERAL definition of xenophobia.
Missionaries and bigotry are not seperable.
If you proselytize in your personal life (congratulations, you are also a model of xenophobia and bigotry), or if you support missionaries or missionary activity (ideologically or financially), you are now being instructed to unfollow me, because I don't like you as a person, and I can't respect you while you willfully disrespect others. In either case, you are also now being instructed to cut that shit the fuck out. No one wants to hear about the love of Jesus from you, and if they do, they will ask you DIRECTLY and EXPLICITLY. Literally no one else gives a fuck.
I will be accepting apologies in writing and reparations via venmo.
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milkandheavysugar · a year ago
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“Without Sister Rosetta Tharpe, we wouldn't have rock and roll as we know it now. Her pioneering guitar virtuosity was fueled by the gospel swinging, shouting, holy-spirit energy of the evangelical church and the blues she heard on Chicago's Maxwell Street, which crossed each other like crackling live wires in her hands – and boom, we're at the beginning of the revolution that would later be widely and wrongly attributed, almost entirely, to the white teens and young men who emulated her. “ - Cheryl Pawelski
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twixnmix · a year ago
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Aretha Franklin photographed by Barry Feinstein in Los Angeles, 1972.
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worshipgifs · a year ago
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Words by Charles Spurgeon
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worshipgifs · 2 years ago
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uii-worena · 2 years ago
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O filho pródigo perdeu tudo, menos o Pai.
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worshipgifs · 2 years ago
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worshipgifs · 2 years ago
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Words by D.T. Niles
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ssmarian · 5 months ago
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i swam in the ocean the other day, and a small isopod made a feast of my tongue.
it didn't hurt as much as i feared it would.
she was gentle and kind, belaying herself in my jaws with all the lissomeness of a loose tooth.
fearing the harm i would do to excommunicate her, i allowed her to stay.
she fed only lightly when i did, so we both found comfort in nutrition.
we were not friends, but neither enemies.
passably symbiotic, commensalism at its most genuine,
adelphopoiesis most holy.
i was her legs, i was her jaws, i was her chitin and her board
and she was variety, a new voice to interpret my thoughts to.
she never preached- it was only my voice which rang out
when i parted my lips to speak.
one day, however, my limbs weighed upon me as brine collects at the bottom of the sea,
as an anchor drags a ship to a stop,
as the maw of a shark finds purchase in prey.
that day, she walked for me, not invigorating me, but keeping my head afloat.
i became able to move in the strongest of currents as she guided me along.
when someone asked how i felt, her voice overcame mine for the first time
and the gospel with which i replied was copied from the words of the apostate.
assuming she knew best, i settled for her testimony.
but she found solace in her newfound words.
she sat in the pulpit, speaking as she willed it, answering the questions
i found hardest to describe.
more and more often this false prophet gave my loved ones judas' kiss
until i found it hard to believe my own words.
to speak my own truth.
once, i was asked how i felt about someone
and she dug her talons into my teeth, pressing them shut with all the force of a closing tomb.
and our silence spoke volumes.
she grew willful, my whore of babylon,
and she still does.
i do fear the day she will close my jaws forever
and revel in my silence as we starve to death together.
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respectfulofwomen · a year ago
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Johnny Cash - The Man Comes Around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still Listen to the words long written down When the man comes around
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worshipgifs · 2 years ago
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Matthew 13:44
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