#Epistle

[theinwardlight]

From George Fox's Epistle 43

[bluegladiatorstudent]

"Reflections Multiplied"

In the mirror's gaze, we see our soul

A reflection of love, or a heart of coal

As the glass shatters, our truth expands

Multiplying the love, or the hatred's hands

If we behold ourselves with critical eyes

The shards of glass will magnify our demise

But if we gaze with kindness and gentle grace

The mirrored fragments will reflect a loving space

With every break, a new reflection's born

A chance to choose, how our hearts will be sworn

To multiply the love, or the hate we hold

A mirrored maze, where our true selves unfold

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[justana0kguy]

2023 JANUARY 20 Friday

"But this is the covenant I will establish, says the Lord: I will put my laws in their minds and I will write them upon their hearts. I will be their God, and they shall be my people."

~ Hebrews 8:10

[cubanpetekotrb]

Episode 7, EPISODE 7!! Only one more episode, I can't handle that. I want more 😩.

Also

WHERE THE F*CK IS BAYLAN GOING! WHY DID YOU ABANDONED YOUR PADAWAN!?!? WHAT IS IT WITH THESE NEW AGE (traumatised) MASTERS ABANDONING THEIR PADAWANS!

(looking at you Ahsoka 👀👀 because when she said about Anakin "he was a good master" that was her own acceptance of Anakin but there seemed to be something unsaid hanging in the air.... as in "I wasn't" and she is right)

[justbeachybailey]

and that's all we needed when we hear them...

[eucridemore]

S/t (epístola a ***; 26/1/23, 8:52 p. m.)

Todavía pienso en ti, lo hago atravesado por mil y una sensaciones; las constantes siempre me acompañan: el miedo propio de la inseguridad y la inseguridad producto de tus avezadas maneras impetuosas de tratarme. Eres todo cuanto quiero y es cierto, sin embargo, que quiero cuanto no debo: no debo quererte pues me haces daño, tanto daño me haces, que es insoportable tu ausencia e imposible ―tal como eres indómita― tu presencia.      Naturalmente hay quienes me han dicho que es mejor dejarte: que es más propicio, para mí y para ti, el que yo me aleje sin más y así me atreva a soltarte. Mas no puedo hacer cosa tal, pues tan sólo pretenderlo se siente como si yo mismo me traicionase; no como si te traicionara, sino como si yo mismo me hiciese una afrenta: no puedo, pues, permitirme el ir en contra de mis principios; pues es principio, eso es cierto, el quererte cuanto me ha vuelto hacia los sitios en que me hallo ahora mismo ―es esta existencia que sin ti no habría de tener sentido―. Pienso que es mejor dejarte donde estás ―aquí en mi corazón―, porque así puedo esperarme de ti las cosas que ya conozco y también aquellas que algún día espero conocer (aunque quizá nunca conozca…)      Quiero que sepas, amada mía, que deseo verte feliz y deseo estar también yo feliz; pero que no puedo estarlo si tú lo estás, pues tú lo estás sólo lejos de mí y yo lo estoy sólo cerca de ti; de tal modo que no puedo sino vislumbrar, o bien mi fracaso, o bien tu suplicio. Como fuere, espero entiendas que si me mantengo atrás de ti, que si persisto pese a todo, es porque sin ti no sabría vivir y tampoco quisiera intentarlo.

Mis más augustos deseos, Eücrí de Moré.

[bluecollarbiblicalscholar]

What 2 Corinthians Is all About and Why You Should Read It

Paul’s letters to the Corinthians are riddled with ministry insights. Their practical input and encouragement for many men who wrestle with the realities of ministry is very relevant. Paul reaches out to the Corinthians. He at one point seems to have received word from Titus, perhaps during the writing of his second letter, that the Corinthians had responded positively to some of his calls to…

[melvingaines]

Bible Study - July 10, 2024

Asst. Pastor Melvin Gaines Romans 1:1-17 #Romans #epistle #letter #Paul #love #truth #teacher #joy #faithful #God #Jesus #Lord #church #encourage #believers #grace #faith #servant #gospel #son #David #thank #prayer #gift #Greek #righteous

[tale-told]

Re: Crescent Lake

Dear Inquirer, There are chapters in one’s life best edited out of a public biography, or at least greatly abridged. My time, my dark period, as you are calling it, spent at Crescent Lake is such an episode. I have no wish to make public a period in my life I do not myself dwell on. I have done all I can to forget. I make to myself no recitation, and I have no intent of providing one to…

[theinwardlight]

Text from George Fox's Epistle 17

Image of Ettington Friends Meeting House, England

[bluegladiatorstudent]

Why do we see the beauty in others and see nothing but scars,acne and flaws we've

We do not see that we're perfect and tripping in our own way though I know many went through body shaming but It's saddening at times

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[justana0kguy]

2022 NOVEMBER 08 Tuesday

"Beloved, be temperate, dignified, self-controlled, sound in faith, love, and endurance. For the grace of God has appeared, saving all and training us to reject godless ways and worldly desires and to live temperately, justly, and devoutly in this age."

~ Titus 2:1a,2b,11-12

[preacherpollard]

Colossians Imperatives

Gary Pollard We can learn a lot about an epistle just by looking at its imperatives. An imperative is a command. Paul’s letters become especially clear when listing out the commands in them! There’s more to understanding a letter than this, but it’s a great place to start. For example, here are the imperatives in Colossians:  Follow Christ Only (2.6) Do not Follow Man’s Traditions (2.8) Don’t…

[justbeachybailey]

With Millimeters Between #2

To the one in the waves,

It was happenstance that we heard this song floating between us at all. Over the guiltless rushes of wind, the roar of waves breaching around aching ankles. In that burning sunset, we fell drenched with orange light and salted seaweed. Shadows rippled down your arms as you faced the horizon away from me.

I barely heard the calling cacophonies of charming songs you hummed beneath the surface, vibrating in time with the pull of the currents that barely touched me.

The breeze echoed the winds I desperately missed from home across the sea – those faraway mountains invisible to this coast, this beach, this picture of you and me and the velvet clouds above us.

This air, thick with sodium that stung our eyes, carried the sweet nothings we chirped to one another. This suspension from time we both craved, a vacation born of a longing for sea-salt libations.

I stepped closer to you, watching the water climb up my body as vines creep up brick crevices. I couldn’t look at you – despite the effort which your beauty demanded – instead reaching for the painted altocumuli before me. I could taste the phantoms of rain as those clouds dribbled farther away, much farther than either of us wanted. My palm collided with your shoulder first.

You glanced at me, pulling a lofty smirk from somewhere between the arriving stars. I finally beheld you, the splashes of this sea mixed with the violet light dripping from your brow bone into the inky pool swallowing us.

We melted with the water and the sky and we became the very glistening palatte we admired.

What languages swirled between you and me – between our fingertips, between whispers reverberating from the heaven we were overwhelmingly part of?

We remained close; our bodies pulled closer under the crystalline mirror by the will of forces we couldn’t control. Life rippled from us, this epicenter we didn’t create but nonetheless blossomed within. Did you feel those vibrations when they departed?

You and I stayed side by side in that lasting moment, completely and unwaveringly composed of science fictions we had not known before and are unlikely we will know again.

How lucky we might be if we did.

Ultimately,

the one beckoned from the shore