"The Church is not the assembly of saints, it is the mass of sinners who repent, who, sinners though they are, have turned towards God and are oriented towards Him."
~St. Ephraim the Syrian
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I am once again thinking about how in The Naked Time, Spock has an emotional breakdown after contracting the virus and cries about the regret he feels for not loving his human mother vs his shame he feels for his ongoing friendship with Kirk, but before he contracts the virus, Spock finds LOVE MANKIND written on the wall. And it's been written and discussed to death about what it means, I know this, but it's telling that Spock not only loves in spite of his Vulcan upbringing and continued adherence to their customs but that he holds regret and shame deep down inside because the love is still there, regardless.
Whereas Kirk likewise has his virus-induced breakdown over the opposite: his self-inflicted pressure to not love an individual, either due to fear of distraction from duty, losing his position as captain due to the ethical conundrum of "How can a captain date one of their crew?" (no, I do not know the details of how Starfleet manages crew relationships, but I'm assuming rank is an issue, especially where captains are concerned), or even the unspoken taboo of the show's production era, his sexual orientation, hence his focusing on the ship as the only safe and constant outlet for his love. But after this, Kirk finds SINNER REPENT written on the wall, as if to say his altruism isn't the full truth, as if what he desires is what he denies even with the virus lowering his inhibitions.
And like my god. What foils to each other! How damned telling the literal writing on the wall is for them! I am going to eat my fucking sweater!
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Luke 5:10 (NLT) -
In the same way, there is joy in the presence of God’s angels when even one sinner repents.”
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I have a dumb question, and I really hope this doesn’t sound rude. What’s the logic for some of the characters? Like, if they’re the “hero” in their storyline, but they don’t seem to follow Biblical doctrine… does that even count? I’m sorry if that sounds snotty; I don’t mean to have an attitude.
No, you're fine!!
Short answer: I don't know, I'm not the one sending in the characters 😂
But really I would say there's not necessarily a consistent logic that they have to fit. That's part of the beauty of Christianity, isn't it? Anyone who repents and believes is welcome; it's not limited to any certain type of people. For the characters people are sending in here, I think there are a few categories. There are some that fit what you said, who already hold Christian morals and who one could easily headcanon as being Christian within the story. Sometimes people send in villains who they want to have redemption arcs and become Christian. Sometimes it's characters who are Christian; mostly it's characters people would like to see become Christian.
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"You never said forever, could ever hurt like this."
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Today we celebrate possibly the greatest example of repentance the church has ever seen. Saint Mary of Egypt gave herself over to fornication and debauchery from the age of 12 and lived this depraved life for 17 years. Having followed a group of pilgrims to Jerusalem with the intent of seducing the young men, she tried to enter into the church of the Holy Sepulchre to see the Venerable Cross but was stopped by an invisible force. She then realised her depravity and repented by crossing the Jordan and living in the desert for 47 years. A holy monk, Saint Zosimas, found her while travelling the desert and related her story to us. May we have her blessing and may she intercede always for our souls + #saint #mary #egypt #maryofegypt #sinner #repent #repentance #penitent #convert #cross #lent #greatlent #jordan #venerable #holy #desert #mother #father #zosimas #palestine #jerusalem #sepulchre #holysepulchre #holy #orthodox #saintoftheday (at الاردن Jordan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqeGI3djhOo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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I faltered, have been neglectful of you. Not come to services, to pay my respects. You say it has caused unrest. That others have noticed and are beginning to doubt you are the key to the spiritual salvation they seek. For if your most fervent follower is without presence, then perhaps you are not worth listening to.
Tonight, I came to return to the fold. But walking through those doors was not enough. I must be made an example of. I crawl to you, before those many sets of watchful eyes. To throw myself at your feet, to beg for the mercy of your grace. To be understood and forgiven. I promise, I can do better.
You tell me that you doubt my conviction. That I have fallen from such great heights. How you are unsure of the authenticity of my claims. But, if I show all the depths of my regret, perhaps you will reconsider.
They watch as I peel layers of clothing off, until I am as exposed as the day I was born. I feel alien and alone. I feel the unseen words on my body of their judgment. You point to the kneeler bench, tell me to assume the position. To bow my head and if I dare break my silence, that you will begin from the start.
A thin crop of sorts soon finds your grip. You tell the congregation to count with you. That this is for my own good. This is how they can help save me. So, they do.
One.
A hard strike to the backs of my thighs sends tears to my eyes. Instantly, I cannot see clearly.
Two.
Swift and true, the crop slices through the air across my backside. My flesh sings out. It hurts, oh, God above... It hurts. But I feel an ache too. Between my legs, the pulse of unexpected arousal. Oh, no. Please, not now. Anything but this.
Three.
Another strike and my legs start to buckle. The wet warmth now can be felt at the apex of my thighs. Don't let him see it. Please, don't let him see it.
I feel the tip of the crop glancing over puffy, swollen petals. A lingering press against that bundle of nerves before drawing back downward. When it is removed, I hear a snicker. You turn to the watchers.
You tell them, to start at one.
This is going to be a long night.
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