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kweza · 10 months

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they will never convince me You or Your Word is against women

#on faith #art

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newvision · 4 months

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your lover as your deity, their company as your heaven

Hozier, Take Me To Church // Lana Del Rey, Video Games // Hozier, Work Song // the Goo Goo Dolls, Iris // Hozier, Francesca

#on religion #web weaving #hozier #Lana del rey #the goo goo dolls #lyrics #on faith #on heaven #literature #poetry #books #litblr #mine

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short-wooloo · 7 months

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Oh my fucking God

Chirrut does not prove that a non force sensitive can be trained as a Jedi

1. He's not a Jedi, he's a guardian of the whills

2. He still cannot use the Force, he doesn't use it in the movie, Chirrut trusts in the Force believes that it will guide him, but he cannot consciously feel or use it

The whole point of Chirrut's character is about faith

He is the believer to Baze's jaded doubter

Chirrut puts his faith in the Force, that it will lead him to his destiny and the forces of good to victory, and in turn his faith inspires Baze to regain his

And we never know with certainty that Chirrut was guided by the Force

But that's the point of faith, we don't know, we can't know, it's a matter of belief

Maybe the Force did help him, maybe he did it all by himself, or maybe because the Force exists in everything, Chirrut's action was the Force intervening

#wooloo-writes #wooloo writes #star wars #sw #anti ahsoka #ahsoka critical #anti dave filoni #dave filoni critical #chirrut imwe #baze malbus #on the force #on faith #rogue one #faith #faith is about believing #not seeing #even if you don't know #the belief that something guides you is powerful

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lena-oleanderson · 5 months

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i talk about god a lot.

#web weaving #god #religious imagery #religious themes #poetry #poem #lena's bad poetry archives #on recovery #on love #on friendship #on god #on faith #on grief #etc #this post isn't nearly complete #queer poets #lena's poetry archives

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fr0gg13b413 · 7 months

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Girlhood is a spectrum: biblicially accurate angel <--> gregor samsa

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assisteddogma · 1 month

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faith 1x12, spn / all hell breaks loose 2x22, spn / cain, josé saramago / ginger snaps (2000), john fawcett / michelle pfieffer, ethel cain / inbred, ethel cain / fishes 2x6, the bear fx / this pig wants to party, maurice sendak / crush, ethel cain / bloody mary 1x5, spn

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liliesbythewater · 8 months

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Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert (translation by Lydia Davis) | Good Omens, 1x03 | "invisible string", Taylor Swift | Soul (script, Pixar, 2020) | "I, Carrion (Icarian)", Hozier

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burninglights · 4 months

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For unto us, a child is born; a Jewish Palestinian, a refugee, the child of a working class family.

With all the bloodshed in Palestine and the deaths of thousands of children who were just like Jesus in the conflict, the tide of anti-immigrant and anti-refugee sentiment and the rising tide of far-right populism and the uncertainty of the economy, geopolitics and the cost of living, celebrating Christmas seems like the wrong thing to do.

Despite this, it is important to remember that the arrival of Jesus turned the world upside down. Jesus was God amongst man, and he befriended the outcast, defended the defenceless, turned against the lenders in the temple who corrupted the faith.

One of the central tenets of the Christian faith is the concept of Imago Dei; each of us is reflection of the Divine. All the children in Gaza are little reflections of God, as are all people who arrive here seeking safety, as are all the persecuted, marginalised, ostracised and forgotten in society.

Over Christmas and through the new year, let’s give everyone the same gift Jesus gave the world; hope and a second chance, in whatever form that takes — petitions, protests, contacting politicians, fundraising etc.

Wishing all of you who celebrate a safe, happy and very merry Christmas.

#em.txt #christmas #on faith #I’m putting my missionary kid and pastor’s kid background to good use

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cannivalisms · 3 months

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when i was a kid i thought that, since jesus & the saints lived in the sky, the halos drawn around them were actually space helmets to provide them with oxygen. and honestly even today i still really like that image, of jesus with his halo screwed on tight, gently orbiting the planet ft his mom and his gaggle of boys

#notnow #on faith

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marthammasters · 7 months

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— Jeff Lindsay, Dearly Devoted Dexter

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rorycxre · 2 years

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r.v // ON FAITH

#we are not a sin #on faith #mlm yearning #mlm poem #mlm poetry #writers #spilled ink #writers on tumblr #poetsandwriters #literature #poetry #tumblr writing community #writeblr #writing #random thoughts #rory rants #religious #poets corner

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kweza · 9 months

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#on faith

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mariposavuela · 3 months

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Satan is trying his best to rattle me and Jesus is like okay not today + also have you seen that beautiful rainbow in the sky this morning? Everything is okay. I love you, mariposavuela. I am with you always.

I tried to adopt a cat in December. It was a tiny three month old kitten. She was adorable. She had a gorgeous spotted belly. The first day with her was sweet, but then at night I struggled. She wanted to be with me always, always playing, always climbing on me. I got her nails trimmed, I bought toys that she could play with herself when I needed to work, and when the night time rowdiness got too bad, I put her in her kennel, to start to associate night time with stillness.

She was such a good kitten. She was so sweet and playful and trainable. I got her a scratching board and she was picking it up right away. She knew how to use the litterbox immediately. I knew it would get easier. I knew I would bond with her the longer I had her.

I just couldn't keep waiting. I felt so restless, so on edge whenever I went home. Everything turned into obligation. I played with her because it was good for her, not because I wanted to. I tried to feel a spark of delight in my heart when she jumped on my bed, but all I felt was anxiety, claustrophobia. I didn't blame her for biting me, for scratching me, because that's what kittens do. But I still hated the feeling. I didn't want to be hurt. I didn't want to get scarred up.

I felt like I was trying to prove how tough I was, how responsible I was, with this kitten. I was scared if I rehomed her, then it would be failure. I was scared if I gave her up, then I was being selfish. I was scared if I didn't love playing with her, then I was stingy. I was scared that I needed to keep her to prove I wasn't sinful.

But it was too much. It was too much. I struggled to adjust to the new routine, of cleaning the litterbox and giving her playtime. I struggled to adjust to the new responsibilities, the vet, the spaying, the vaccines, the nail-trimming. I struggled to adjust to the concept that my future would be bound - that I would have to care for this creature for the next 18 years, when I already struggled to care for myself. It was hard for me to cook, to go running, to do the new tasks I'd committed to for myself, while I had another small creature to care for, who demanded my attention always.

My friend helped me rehome her. The kitten's with a happy lesbian couple in a rural town, which I think is honestly the best place a kitten could be. My friend told me it just wasn't the right time, and that's okay.

Still, the night before I relinquished her, I sobbed my eyes out. I couldn't stop crying. I felt like a failure. I felt selfish. I felt evil. I felt stupid. I felt irresponsible. I felt like I wasn't loving.

It was one of those times of prayer where Jesus swooped in physical, where it felt like he was literally sitting on the couch next to me. He held my hand and said my name, and told me to look. I was loving. I took this kitten in and did my best for it, even when it wasn't fun, because I knew it was the right thing to do. I was generous - even when I wasn't sure if I was keeping the kitten, I still bought her a tunnel, a scratching board, new toys, because I wanted her to have fun while I was at school. I was caring, I was kind, I was compassionate - this whole time, even when I was uncomfortable, I knew this baby kitten was dependent on me, and I knew I had to provide for her, because I wanted her to be happy and healthy.

I struggle with a question of love, if it's love if it's in action, if it's out of responsibility, instead of emotion. I think the desire to feel that feeling might be enough, in the widow's two coins - if all you have is a heart that wants to love, that's enough to crack it open.

I hope it's enough. I hope God sees my attempts. I think even if I failed the task, I didn't fail the test.

#on faith #my faith #christianity #religion #christian living

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lena-oleanderson · 2 months

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god - collected writings

from: side wounds | precious wound | stay away | against such things there is no law | shooting star

#web weaving #god #poetry #religious imagery #religious themes #on faith #queer poets #poems #prose #quotes #words words words #lena's poetry archives #also technically #lena's fanfic archives #good omens #somehow this isn't even close to a conclusive list

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fr0gg13b413 · 5 months

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my college essay i wrote about queer religious trauma

- @/finchmoment on tiktok

Growing up religious, the realization of your own queerness is also the realization of a betrayal. It will be argued two ways- either you are betraying God, or He is betraying you. Either way, you lose. When you are both the Betrayer of God and the Betrayed by God, you will, inevitably, become the Exiled too. Is it my fault? When Judas only played the cards he was dealt, is he really to blame? Is there something we could have done, something to change the course of time, to write ourselves out of condemnation? And would we have done it, if there was? I was young when I was eviscerated. Foolish, too. To this day, I still don't know why I expected things to be any different. I was raised this way, after all. I was raised knowing queer was a synonym for wrong, knowing gay was a synonym for sin. And still, when I realized that I was a synonym for all those things too, my entire world fell away from me. Daughter turned disappointment. Classmate turned outcast. Friend turned disgrace. Human turned abomination. I found myself alone, not for the first time, but for the longest time. Nothing would ever be the same, and I have spent my life since reeling with it. The church will argue that I betrayed God and I won't disagree with them. It's true- that I was His once. That I made promises to Him I couldn't keep. That I swore my life to someone I would later abandon. But it is also true that I am human, and I am small, and by saying I betrayed God you are either handing me supernatural power or shrinking God down and admitting to His weakness, admitting to His fallibility. Maybe those are the same thing. If at the end of my life I am wrong about my beliefs, I hope He is as merciful and forgiving as they say. Because I tried. Because I spent my childhood trying. Because I need those years to matter. God, I am sorry for growing weary and giving up. I am sorry for pulling away and choosing myself, my little life. Call that betrayal if you will. In The Last Days of Judas Iscariot, Judas asks, "Why... didn't you make me good enough... so that you could've loved me?" I see myself in him, then. I've never understood how it was fair. Being born this way, having no say in the matter, doomed from the start. If God truly is omniscient, if He truly cares about his creation, then why were my pleas for redemption met with a deafening silence? Why did God make me so unrighteous that He could not bear to be in my presence? Isn't that betrayal? Promising everything, ripping it away? Why did He choose Judas for the role of the traitor? Why did he choose me for the role of the pariah? Why weren’t we good enough? I have been reborn since. Not in the way of a baptism, but in the way of a phoenix. Deconstructing your religion will turn your anger biblical. It will send everyone running and leave you standing alone, spark turned flame, burning yourself and everything familiar to the ground. You will be alone, smoking, until your body returns to the dust from which humanity was made. It will be up to you to recreate yourself, then. To craft your bones from the wreckage. To make a clay to smooth on like skin. In the church, a burning is a death. But wasn't hellfire always my fate? Here's the Truth— the fiery furnace is the ultimate act of faith. Faith not in Him, but in me. I am reborn in these flames. Belonging to no one, owing Him nothing. Yes, I was His once. But I am Mine now.

#made me ugly cry in the best way #i love people healing themselves by announcing themselves as their own. there is such a human beauty in it.#christianity #on christianity #on religion #on queerness #religious trauma #essay #on faith #on identity #<3 #anywho; here's to building my faith in Him again <3

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beemintty · 3 months

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today was an interesting day. I have this friend who I actually love so much. we have had very similar experiences and grew up in similar environments. both of us are incredibly blessed when it comes to the life we have been given. I thank God for her every day because I get to have these incredible discussions with her about the world and our faith and Christianity without judgement and regards of whether we agree or not. and it's just so refreshing to be able to just talk with her.

she's also incredibly strong in her faith and honestly it's so admirable! and admittedly I have walked away from my faith a little bit... most of that is because I'm never going to be accepted into a church for what I think or how I think or who I love or who I am. and part of that is because I spent my life going in and out of churches that didn't want my family. and part of it was just because I had no one that consistently pushed me in my faith. and ik my faith is my responsibility but when you become so far removed from the church, the only community you have in faith is your Christian friends.... and I live so far from them that it's hard to keep in touch all of the time. and most of that's my fault. I let my faith become my last priority. but I'm realising how much of who I am I miss being built on Christ. I will admit, there is stuff in the bible and in the church I can't sit behind, but the church is only human and god is not the church and the bible is read so out of context most of the time that if I sat down to understand the context I think I would have a better time connecting to my faith.

remember: god is not the cause of my suffering, he is the solution. it's not all churches and it's not all Christians --those that truly follow Christ will love you and accept you just as you are and allow you the space to grow. love completely and live through Christ-- afterall, he gave his life so I could live a life in step with him.

so this is where this starts again. today I give my life back to Jesus and seek to understand and live by his wold.

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