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illustratus · 2 days
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Jesus Praying in the Garden by Gustave Doré
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wolfythewitch · 2 months
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Commission
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hycinthrt · 4 months
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the beloved | the betrayer
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-@ghostsmp3
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imnotkosmic · 3 months
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Moments from "The Chosen" that live rent free in my head:
• Season two: John the Baptist excitingly screaming "yeah!" when Jesus cast a demon from Caleb.
• Season two: "The Son of Man- that's Me, btw."
• Season two: Simon P and Andrew's argument ("My little brother whom I love very much?")
• Season two: Phillip's introduction was the best.
• Season three: BIG AND LITTLE JAMES HUGGED ON THEIR 2 BY 2 MISSION AND BIG JAMES HAD TO PICK LIL' JAMES UP BECAUSE HE'S SO SMALL.
• Season three: Angry Phillip.
• Season three: When the man broke into Andrew's flat. ("Knock next time!")
• Season three: When Simon P told Nathaniel and Z to be quite.
• Season three: The Sons of Thunder being jealous of each other because of Thomas.
• Season two/three: Thomas asked Ramah to marry him???
• Season one: "I'm not exactly jumping of out my sandals because Creepy John pointed at someone!"
• Season one: When Andrew got that huge coat for Jesus ("I think I could fit all of you in here with Me.")
• Season two/three: Jesus telling John (and Little James I'm pretty sure?) that He loved them.
• Seasons two and three: Jesus calling His disciples by their nicknames.
• Season two: Simon P introducing the others to Simon Z ("That's Nathaniel, he says what first comes to his mind, so don't be offended.")
• Season two: The Son's of Thunder and the Son's of Jonah competing to see who goes fishing. (Sore loser Andrew lol)
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ghostsmp3 · 5 months
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there's just something about john vs judas. the beloved vs the betrayer. the witness vs the instigator. the insider vs the outsider. the hug vs the kiss. being the last to die vs the first. graced by god vs praised be god.
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John the Apostle + Text Posts part 1/?
I heard we’re doing memes for The Chosen now? @nobrain-onlysteven you’ve inspired me
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nobrain-onlysteven · 1 year
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John: At first, I thought following the Messiah was going to be easy peasy lemon squeezy.
John: I now realize that it’s actually difficult difficult lemon difficult.
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rambleonwithrosie · 13 days
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I'm gonna tell my kids this was Brutus and Cassius headed to the Senate today
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the-chosen-fanfiction · 4 months
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John the Apostle | Thunder Blues | Platonic
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Dialogue prompt: “Are you serious right now?"
Requested: Yes
When the younger Son of Thunder is upset that he has to stay behind in Capernaum to wait for Simon, you comfort him, reassuring that Jesus knows best.
The Apostles have gathered at Jesus’ behest. Sitting next to John, you watch both Andrew and Philip as they reveal that their ministry has brought more harm than good in the Decapolis. 
Jesus, across from the two, nods in understanding as they conclude their rather distressing story.
“Aha… And… What was your strategy to clarify it?”
Philip takes a sharp breath. “Well, we uh… We told, uhm…” 
“We-We-We tried to… Uh, to tell one of Your parables.” Andrew stutters. It is clear that both of them feel embarrassed. 
“Parables! Good!” Jesus praises, “That’s what I would have done.”
“Which parable?”
Philip clears his throat. “The… The Banquet.”
“You know, the one where guests give excuses not to come and so, everyone else gets invited.”
Next to you, John huffs in disbelief. “You chose the Banquet?” You put a hand on his arm, trying to push him back into his seat, trying to not escalate the situation. You know that the two feel humiliated enough as is by coming clean about their troubled mission.
“People get upset by that one.” Nathanael adds.
“Of course they do.” Jesus hums, but there is no hint of accusation in His voice. 
Andrew lets out an anxious noise: “Well, if it makes you feel any better, we first considered the Wheat and the Tares but… We thought better of it.”
“I already told you,” Jesus patiently explains, “Some people wouldn’t understand that parable.”
“I’m not even sure I understand the Wheat and the Tares.” Thomas adds. You give him an understanding look.
Jesus lets out a soft chuckle and winks. “Give it time.”
Philip sighs. “The problem is that they did understand the parable and it caused fights in the street–”
“Rioting.” Andrew emphasises. “Between Jews and Gentiles.”
Jesus lets out a soft hum as Philip carries on. “Leander has told us it’s getting worse every day. The prominent Hellenistic priest has changed his ways, which is good, but… When he abdicated his duties as priest and leader, others tried to fill the void, and so projects are going undone and people are just angry, and blaming each other for everything.”
Next to you, John has a concerned look over his features. You put a hand on his arm and gently squeeze, at which he smiles a bit wistfully at you. 
“It led to stealing,” Andrew says, “Fights in the streets… Many people are actually leaving their homes to escape the violence.” The final part of his sentence is a whisper. You can sense the shame he feels. 
Big James stands with his arms crossed. “That’s the violence You suggest sending us into?” 
Brief silence fills the room as all eyes turn to Jesus. “What part of the parable caused this fight to break out?”
“The people outside the city.” Philip answers. “The ones on the highways and the hedges, the last to be invited and the last to accept the invitation.”
Jesus draws a sharp breath. “That’s what I suspected.”
John leans forward. “Speaking of which - the highways and the hedges - does that actually refer to Gentiles?” 
A deep sigh leaves the Messiah. “He who has ears to hear, let him hear. We leave in the morning. Everyone go home and gather your things. We take to the highways and hedges before dawn.” 
The Disciples go to stand, and next to you, John still looks worried. As Jesus speaks to comfort Philip and Andrew, you whisper in John’s direction. 
“Hey, you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m just… Thinking.” he mutters. “How this might affect our ministry. What it might mean for us. If we must fight, then so be it. We’ve got strong men on our side who would be strong and capable in battle. I’m certain we’ll be able to snuff out this riot before it escalates even further.” 
Before you can reply that you don’t feel like the Messiah is aiming at such an approach, Jesus gets up from His seat, grabbing a few empty cups. “John, may I have a word?”
John picks up his head and looks up at his Teacher. “Yes, Rabbi.” He gives you a small smile as he gets up, and you nod at him. 
“Good luck, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.” 
“Of course. Shalom, (Y/n), have a good night.”
“Sleep well, John. Shalom shalom.”
As you watch him head after Jesus, Who is currently rinsing out the cups, you let out a sigh. Being John’s childhood friend, you know better than anyone of his oftentimes brash nature out of sheer passion and dedication. 
The soft look in Jesus’ eyes, however, ensures you that He will take care of things. You smile at Him and stand to leave the house and find your own instead, giving Him a nod in greeting.
He mirrors it and turns to John, giving the former fisherman a special task.
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The next morning, you’re sitting at Matthew’s old place, spending some time with Mary and Tamar as they work on their small business.
“Perhaps you should stay behind with us.” Tamar muses, “Help us out here.”
You shift and shake your head, smiling. “And miss out on all the tension? Hm, I’ve got a feeling that this is going to be a pivotal moment. The last thing I want is to be left out.”
As other followers of Jesus come trickling in, you check your belongings one final time - an extra tunic, a full waterskin, and another pair of sandals. On the bottom of your bag sits a stale piece of bread, so you toss it out. 
“Jesus is here,” Nathanael loudly announces, “Time to go!” 
Everyone moves to the door, momentarily gathering outside the building, where Jesus is patiently waiting for everyone. You follow the group as one of the final people to leave, putting the strap of your bag over your shoulder, getting ready to leave.
Before exiting the building, however, you halt on the threshold, turning to look inside the house one last time. Upon noticing John pouting as he is leaned against the wall, you frown slightly.
“Hey, John. What is going on? Come on, we have to go.”
He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest even tighter. “I’m fine, (Y/n). You wouldn’t get it.”
Planting a hand on your hip, you approach him. “What are you on about? By the way, where is your bag?”
John clicks his tongue, barely looking at you, muttering something under his breath that you cannot quite understand. 
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.” 
He sighs. “Jesus wants me to stay here in Capernaum so I could wait for Simon.”
“He still hasn’t showed up, then?”
John lets out an exasperated sound. “No, he obviously hasn’t! Which is what frustrates me so much!”
“Why?”
“Because I want to come, too!” He looks at you with an expression that is nothing short of frustrated. “Everyone is getting to go out there with Jesus and witness perhaps a massive turning point in this ministry, and I get waiting duty! I want to go, too! I am also part of this group! He calls me beloved, so I must be important enough to see it too, right? I can’t stand it.”
You watch him for a long moment, slightly narrowing your eyes in thought. “Are you serious right now?" you question, although there is no reproach in your tone.
John grows restless under your scrutiny, exhaling sharply. 
“What, are you going to judge me for that?”
Pursing your lips, you hum. “John, son of Zebedee. This is not about you.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” he snaps. 
In spite of his anger, you remain calm. “I’ve known you forever, John. You’re always so keen on staying in the loop of things, which is a great trait to have. You are inquisitive, passionate, eager to learn. I admire that about you, my friend.”
His expression softens. “Huh, thank you for your kind words. But what does that have to do with anything?”
You step closer, putting a hand on his arm to comfort him. “Jesus loves you. He loves all of us. This entire ministry, however, does not revolve around us. About what we see, or about what we do, or about what He does for us. It is about what He does for them.” You nod at the door behind you, “For the world out there. For those who are weary, and wounded, and in need of healing.”
You pause, sighing.
“I know that it is difficult to possibly not be there when something pivotal happens, but it is not a given that we get to witness every single thing that will happen for the glory of Adonai. Besides, a lot has to happen behind the scenes. If Jesus did not need you to be here to wait for Simon, He wouldn’t have asked you to.”
“Jesus said that the success of this mission depends on Simon.”
You smile. “See, there you have it. Jesus can use you in many ways, even if you are not directly at His side.”
John lets out a sigh and lowers his gaze. Regretful about his outburst, he folds his hands in front of him. “I know.”
“Our plans do not always match up with His plans, but you trust Him regardless, hm?”
“I do. More than anything.”
Nodding, you pat his shoulder in a friendly manner. “Then we should not always rely on our own understanding of a situation. You might not be satisfied that you have to wait now, but in the long run, that feeling will make sense, and you will be glad that you indeed waited for Simon.”
The wry smile on John’s face makes place for a brighter one. He tilts his face back up, smiling.
“I hadn’t thought of it this way yet, (Y/n). Thank you for your perspective, that was very meaningful, and I can now see the value a bit better of Jesus asking me to stay behind.” He sighs, his smile slightly shrinking. “Although I am still a bit upset, how can I not be? You guys are going to get to the Decapolis! I wish I could be there right with you!”
“But Simon is necessary for the success of this trip, according to Jesus. Trust Him in this, too. Completely, okay?”
John sighs and nods. “Okay.” he says, exhaling. “Okay.”
You smile, stepping away from him. “Good.” you say, “I will see you soon, okay?”
He hums in acknowledgement and gives you a small wave, appearing way more positive now. “Thank you for your words. Safe travels, (Y/n). We will see each other before we know it.”
Nodding kindly, you agree to what he said and head after the others, finding them just outside the house. Big James puffs out his cheeks as he sees you and lets air escape slowly, knowing that you had to deal with a pouting John. However, you give him a small smile in turn. 
“Things will be alright with John,” you reassure his older brother, “He just needed another perspective on things to see that the task Jesus gave him is valuable in and of itself.”
“That is good to hear, (Y/n),” Big James states as you walk together into the outskirts of the village, following the group of Disciples. “Plus,” he adds, “It means we won’t have to deal with his nagging for a few hours at least.”
Chuckling, you shake your head, knowing that John feels useless regardless of the importance of his task, and bump a fist against James’ shoulder. 
“Tch, as if you nag less than he does. That you two haven’t physically chatted my ears off at this point is a miracle to say the least.”
James rolls his eyes, but cannot fight the grin that spreads over his face. 
“Fine, it means you won’t have to deal with half of the nagging.”
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littlemissbigears · 11 months
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HAPPY THUNDER THURSDAY!!!
Fun History fact about John: He was born in 11 AD and died in 99 AD (making him 88 years old), meaning John lived through THIRTEEN ROMAN EMPERORS! Augustus died when John would’ve been just three years old (Jesus would’ve been nineteen) and John died shortly after Trajan became emperor!
So basically John’s life can be summed up like this:
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heartnell · 1 year
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Wikipedia page on John the Apostle & The Terror & Crying Angels (Giotto, 1305-1313) & John Irving's Letters & St. Francis Preaches to the Animals (17th c.) & John 19:26-27 (NRSV) & The Archangel Michael (1299) & Hadewijch van Antwerpen (c. 1250)
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circusbythesea · 7 months
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THE KISS
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John: Well we've come this far. There's no turning back.
Andrew: Oh, did you have to? "No turning back" that's almost as bad as "Nothing could possibly go wrong" or "This is going to be the best Hanukkah Capernaum's ever had".
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imnotkosmic · 2 months
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"The Chosen," season one, episode four:
• "I'm not exactly jumping out of my sandals become Creepy John pointed at someone!!"
• Andrew's fanboying when he sees Jesus.
• John, James and Zeb??? How did they run that fast in water?? Hello???
• Simon after the miracle: "can u do that again?"
• Poor Matthew spent the night on the beach :(
• + his dog staying by his side
• Simon talking with Matthew before he fishes on Shabatt (first time we see him being "nice" to Matthew??)
• Simon saying to Andrew "go help Eden's brothers, they must be cooking. I can smell it burning"
• Eden's brothers IMMEDIATELY going after Simon when he said they're Eema couldn't stay with them.
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ghostsmp3 · 5 months
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The Chosen, 3.02 "Two by Two"
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John The Apostle + Text Posts part 2/?
(Hey @nobrain-onlysteven thank you, I’ve found my new hyper fixation. 🫶Shall I do Big James next? Lol)
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