#Christian writing

[eyes-on-jesus]

I pray that God give me the strengh to be nice to people who are mean to me. To not match them in anger and to not be controlled by my emotions.

[beloved-of-john]

"Indeed, the safest road to Hell is the gradual one - the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts"

The Screwtape Letters, C.S. Lewis

[tatesalive]

" 4 But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, 5 made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved." Ephesians 2:4-5 🌿🤍✞

I am alive

You knew I wasn't before

You have arose me from my death

I was blind-

You are the bright light

You are the only branch of hope

I was thirsty-

You give me enough water

You fill me with your everlasting peace

You're with me

You are the purposeful vine

Jesus is glorious and everyone will see

A poem I wrote about how Jesus set me free, I'm so grateful to be even writing this, he took all my troubles and pain away that I was putting on myself, Jesus lives forever in our hearts ♡♡♡, hope this can help & encourage you too in the freedom and life in Christ 🥹❤️‍🩹🌿

You can also find this poem in my ongoing poetry book called My Christian Poetry 🗒️✧ by @/tatesfaith on Wattpad! Thanks to the Holy Spirit for helping me 🗒️🕊️✧ (Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/367654936?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=tatesfaith ���🌿♡ )

[the-ellia-west]

I just Watched The Passion of the Christ

And uh...

Gained some inspo

Bits of his flesh and splatters of crimson viscera scattered the pavement beneath him, scoring the lines between the cobblestone with thick sticky pools of muscle and shredded skin

It is a servant's cross, stained in dirt and dust, yet you go to it willingly, and sacrifice yourself to a criminal's death. Why?

You have the power of God at your call yet you let them beat you like a cart horse. The skin of murderers is cleaner than yours.

You shall go to your death looking like a man who has already died many times over

The look in his eyes, dull and pained, but burning with bittersweet love brought tears to her eyes as he scraped himself to his feet and dragged on with staggered steps.

He'd never wanted anything more than just to give in and beg for their mercy or try to run. But he didn't because as much as he desired to keep his selfish, human desires, he loved all of them so much more. He loved the faces around him, scowling, taunting, crying, or smiling. He loved them all. And for that, he could bear the pain. For that, he would not run.

The criminal's eyes widened at the words and he glanced at the man, as if he were the one responsible for the cries. [] was sure no one else saw it, but the man gave the criminal a tiny smile and nodded his head once, a strange joy in his eyes that was not deceptive, but genuine. As if he were glad that this prisoner was allowed free. Even at the expense of himself, joy crept in that another was spared in his place along with a look of reserved grief at the people's taunts and cries, and a small hint of fear.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" The criminal on the cross beside him cried out, gasping breaths rasping as the sun sank below the horizon.

But beaten and bloody, the man simply smiled, eyes heavy. "I love you..." he finally said. "And you are forgiven in the eyes of heaven."

The other's muscles tensed with fear as he shrank in on himself and wept. His breaths came disturbed and shallow, until sucked a breath and a prayer through gritted teeth and they ceased altogether.

Ehdudiieeuehhebrbr

I just...

Uhm...

Oof

[3315-heretobless]

Focus

I went to Church this past Sunday and while we were singing along with the choir I was having trouble focusing on that. Little things kept catching my attention, a man raising his arms to give praise to God, a lady kneeling down to pray. I just couldn’t help but notice. So I closed my eyes and suddenly all I could focus on was singing, because I couldn’t see, only hear, and all I could hear was the music and the voices singing. 

I didn’t need my eyes to focus on singing, only my ears. I only needed to get rid of one thing, temporarily in this case, to focus. 

So maybe it is one thing, or maybe it's a lot of things, but what do you need to get rid of to help you focus properly on the things that matter in life? The Things of God?

[donnadarling]

Glass

(A poem by Donna Darling)

"Be ye holy as I am holy," He said So we know we're doing well. For Heaven knows the Holy One Never descended into Hell! Holiness never sat beside sinners Never healed their aching wounds Never drank wine, held men Never blessed the unwed womb. "Take up your crosses," He said So we wear them round our necks. Large enough for the worlds to see Small enough not to break a back Or if we want to suffer like Him A candy one we might buy. We'll fill it up with broken glass Call it martyrdom when we bleed and cry

[soonsweetheart]

So did Peter

Why did you drink it?

I begged you not to, so did Peter.

But the poison, though enticing to me

Broke your heart into a million pieces

I love you

You said, swallowing every last drop from the cup

as you winced from the

Harsh clang of metal against metal.

It made my ears hurt

Listening to you cry

Blood running down your cheeks

Your forehead

Your palms

Your feet.

I love you,

You said.

[renee-writer]

How Far?

Written for the @flashfictionfridayofficial incredible 200th prompt! How far we've come, indeed! Congratulations to us all.😁

Hey you? Yes you, the one reading this. Your awesome. Don’t think so? Think all your mistakes disqualify you from being awesome? They don’t.

 

Don’t believe me. Oh, I have such incredible news  for you then! God says you are. Really! He created you and then, wait for it… He said it was very good! Not just good. Oh, He called the stars good, the seas good, the animals, well, they’re good too.

 

But you, oh you are very good. Yes, I know, you have messed up, time and time again. You have really tried to live up to the standard He expects and you simply can’t. I know. More good news. You can’t and don’t have to do it alone.

 

He knew, even before He started speaking creation into existence, He knew you couldn’t . He created you anyway! Before the snake in the grass, before the forbidden fruit, He knew. He knew just how He would fix it.

 

A baby’s cry pierces the silence of the night. Sleepy teenage shepherds are greeted with Good News. Astronomers see a brand new star. The world is introduced to it’s Creator.

 

He came to set you free. Free from sin, doubts, fear. All the negative stuff. You prayed for forgiveness, was baptized. Yet, each day you have to ask forgiveness again. It is frustrating.

 

Don’t worry. He knows. Even those sealed with the Holy Spirit will mess up. We still live in a fallen world. But my sister, my brother, look how far you have come!

 

You strive to live a life honoring Him. You pray, read His word, meet with His people. He sees it all. It is very good.

 

Just think how far you will have come by the time He takes you home?

[squirrelsession]

Whom my soul loves

I caught a glimpse of you and I’m in complete reverence of you. You're perfect but who am I? I was too broken, too lost, too sad In my defeat and shame I built up a wall, isolating myself from the one thing that can bring me happiness. But you beckoned me from the other side. You peaked through the cracks, pursued me, and called to me, "Arise, my love, my beautiful one." You call me out of my darkness into dancing, rejoicing, and intimacy. When you look at me you don't see my flaws. You see a lily among shrubs, a jewel among rocks, a dove among crows. My heart will burn for you forever. I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me. I am a seal upon his heart and a seal upon his arm. My beloved is mine, and I am his.

[shellyscribbles]

Pharaoh

Reminiscing about my days writing songs and playing open mics. This was one of my favorites.

Pharaoh with your head so high,

You’ve usurped a throne that’s not your own.

What makes you believe you could command

That which you have not created?

Pharaoh with your head so high,

Amidst a reeking land now stained by blood.

Your barren fields and starving victims

Testify to your great fall.

Pharaoh, How long till you concede?

Egypt lies in ruin at your hands.

Pharaoh, do you still think you are king?

Your pride destroyed your kingdom.

Pharaoh can you hear their cries?

They stay locked inside on this long night.

This is your last warning,

Before you lose your son.

I walk with my head held high,

As if I knew how to rule this kingdom

I’m starting to see the cracks,

Lining the pavement.

Father, now I see,

This mess that my life lies in,

It is a mess,

Of my own creation.

Father! I now concede,

My life lies ruined at my hands.

Father, I am no king!

My pride has destroyed this kingdom.

Jesus, with Your head bowed low,

Gave up a throne that was all Your own,

You came to redeem that,

Which You had created.

Jesus, with your head bowed low,

You wept in a land stained with blood.

Laid down Your life,

To cleanse it with Your own.

Father, how long till we concede?

Our world lies ruined at our hands.

Jesus, You are the king!

Your love will restore this kingdom.

Father, You heard our cries,

As we wept through this long night.

But to save us, You lost Your Son.

[sadgirlmadgirlbadgirll]

Je ne crois pas en Dieu,

La foi chrétienne ne m’a jamais habité;

Et mes parents elle les a vite désertés;

Je ne crois pas aux prièrent aux Cieux,

Des paroles en l’aire,

Indignes de cette nouvelle ère,

Notre Père ne répondra pas;

Ce ne sont que dans les comptes qu’il existera;

Puis qand tu es perdu,

Est-ce que ton dénommé Jesus,

Homme bon et charmant,

Viens te bercer tendrement?

Assèche-t-il tes pleurs?

T’écoute-t-il quand tu te meurs?

Arrache-moi ce chapelet,

Il t’enchaîne a un patrimoine désuet;

Tu sera mieux sans lui,

Il ne t’aide point, il te nuit;

Réalise-tu que tu es prisonnier,

Que toutes tes idées, on te les a implantés?

Tes convictions, effacées?

C’est le temps de s’affranchir,

De nous même réfléchir,

De décider où mourir,

De cesser d’obéir et de subir.

[enthusiasticallydawn]

The Heart of a Christian Writer

Above: Watercolor Artwork by Rachel Grace Wilke (used with permission). Have you ever felt a bit lost in the current state of your life? Ever found yourself wondering how the end of the year snuck onto your calendar in time to remind you of everything you meant to do this year…but didn’t? It’s funny how some things never change, and how history repeats itself so often. I flip to my journals and…

[peacetheartiste]

Christian Quotes I've gathered for future reference pt.1(In no particular order or pattern)

Sin is the dare of God’s justice, the rape of His mercy, the jeer of His patience, the slight of His power, and the contempt of His love."

– John Bunyan

The greatest danger for Christians is not persecution, it's hidden hypocrisy.

⎻ Austin Duncan

“Measure not God’s love and favour by your own feeling. The sun shines as clearly in the darkest day as it does in the brightest. The difference is not in the sun, but in some clouds which hinder the manifestation of the light thereof.”

– Richard Sibbes

Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.

- C.S. Lewis

"Faith is not belief without proof, but trust without reservation." ~ ⎻ Elton Trueblood

Christ came into the world to save sinners, not good people, and your unworthiness is your greatest claim for His salvation.

- Hannah Whitall Smith

“He who wants to hear God speak should read Holy Scripture.”

— Martin Luther

God's thoughts of you are many, let not yours be few in return.

- Charles H. Spurgeon

Satan's primary activity against believers is accusation. Another is discouragement. Our best answer, just as it was for Jesus, is the Word of God. As you read and pray, the Holy Spirit may show you areas in which you need to change or improve. Do not yield to condemnation or self-pity when that happens. Rather, ask the Lord to help you and exercise your own will to bring it about. If you need deliverance from evil spirits, or if there is a curse over your life that has never been broken, seek spiritual counseling. Whom the Son has set free is free indeed!

— Ruth Prince

Someone has said, "If you were ever closer to Jesus than you are today, you are backslidden." People backslide in tiny, almost imperceptible steps. Check on yourself before that happens. It is a long, hard road back, and few ever make it. Don't lose what you have! — Ruth Prince

You cannot always depend on prayers to be answered the way you want them answered but you can always depend on God. God, the loving Father often denies us those things which in the end would prove harmful to us. Every boy wants a revolver at age four, and no father yet has ever granted that request. Why should we think God is less wise? Someday we will thank God not only for what He gave us, but also for that which He refused.

- Fulton J. Sheen

Can you not see death as the friend and deliverer? It means stripping off that body which is tormenting you: like taking off a hair shirt or getting out of a dungeon. What is there to be afraid of?… Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave it with regret? … There are better things ahead than any we leave behind … Don’t you think Our Lord says to you ‘Peace, child, peace. Relax. Let go. Underneath are the everlasting arms …’

-Lewis

[marychilufya]

Yielding to the Holy Spirit for Writing Inspiration

One valuable tip for hearing from God - be it in prayer, decision making, or writing, is to intimately know God's heart, His character, and ways.

God never speaks outside His nature. To rightly discern His voice, we must know Him personally. This relationship deepens as we study His word and spend quality time with Him in prayer.

[ktbymagic]

Procrastination. The hill which seemed much to steep to climb. I tell myself, write. Write for this many hours. You must be focused. This time you must be focused. Get it done. And yet the pull of the Internet, the pull of the television, the pull of my very mind drags me away from the task in front of me. And so I write this. In the moment. Not caring about quality just as long as I stay here. Not bouncing between activities. Does not the Bible say to do everything as praise to the Lord? Why do I procrastinate on my praise? Praise to the one who made me! Praise to the one who saved me despite my flaws. And so I write this. The beginning of the end of my procrastination. In the moment. Praise to Jesus. I take action.