#Voice of the Martyrs
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On this day in 2016, Pastor Han was martyred by North Korean assassins. Living in a town on the border of China and North Korea, the pastor and Mrs. Han unexpectedly had opportunities to minister to North Koreans who were crossing the border. The Hans would help meet tangible needs, such as food and shelter, while also teaching refugees about God. This led to Pastor Han's name being added to a North Korean "hit list."
Read the full story here:  https://www.persecution.com/.../pastor-han-martyred.../
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atarahderek · 1 year ago
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Free Palestinian Christians from Hamas!
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kira-ani-mcgrath · 1 year ago
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IRAN: No Longer an Islamic Nation
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crucifiedwithhim · 2 years ago
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stanford-photography · 1 year ago
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Joan of Arc Hearing Voices and Seeing Visions By Jeff Stanford, 2023
Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/
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kxmpfflieger · 1 year ago
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Martyrs incorrect quotes
Provided by this generator (I'm out of content to post please bear with me)
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Jasta 11;
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its-zaina · 11 months ago
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🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️
Well, I wasn't expecting anything else, but..
I'll just give you a half star rating😒
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GOD⁉️ you have no problem with any other content: sexual, violent, stupid, trivial, only with the Palestinian content, as you delete it in service of the Zionist narrative and to silence the voice of the oppressed and those with rights..
fu#@$ your world , in which you do everything against the Palestinians..
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astriiformes · 2 years ago
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Also sucks how easy it has been to be like "Oh the fact that I break down over morality and if I've hurt people all the time is actually a sign that I care about others" which I think I have especially clung to because my opinion of myself is. So low.
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A respected imam in Bangladesh, Abdul began having visions of Jesus. When he met a pastor and received a New Testament, he gave his life to Christ. As a result, he was rejected by his wife, son and brothers. He was then beaten to the point of hospitalization. Abdul asks we pray for his health and that he would be able to continue sharing the gospel.
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atarahderek · 2 years ago
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A Beloved Murderer
A transcript from the pages of Jesus Freaks Vol. II: Revolutionaries
Richard and Sabina Wurmbrand
Romania, 1940s
"In the concentration camp where I worked, I killed many Jews, even Jews with children in their arms," the man boasted to Pastor Wurmbrand. He had just come back from the front fighting for the Nazis and was proud of his accomplishments. He was glad to tell of them to anyone who would listen. Having heard the good German name Wurmbrand, the man must have had no idea that the pastor he spoke with was a Jew.
In response to being "privileged" with hearing of the man's barbarity and murdering, most Christians would have been at a loss for words. But not Pastor Wurmbrand. He promptly and affectionately invited the man to his home for dinner. The man loved music, and when Pastor Wurmbrand told him he would play the piano for him, he said he would be glad to come.
When the man arrived that evening, there were some other believers present, but his wife, Sabina, was feeling ill, so she stayed in her room. Pastor Wurmbrand played the piano for them all, and they had a wonderful evening together enjoying the music. After that they all had a long discussion into the night, further enjoying one another's company.
When it had grown quite late, Pastor Wurmbrand turned to the soldier and said, "Sir, I have to tell you something. You must promise me that you will listen for ten minutes quietly. After that ten minutes you can say whatever you would like."
The man was smiling broadly from all he had enjoyed that evening and said quite warmly, "All right, all right, you can speak to me even more than ten minutes. I promise that I will not interrupt you. You can say whatever you like."
"In the other room," the pastor began, "my wife is sleeping. She is Jewish and I am Jewish too. Her family, which is also my family, perished in the big Nazi concentration camp where you boasted that you killed Jews with children still in their arms. So you are presumably the very murderer of my family.
"Now, I propose an experiment. We will pass into the other room and I will tell my wife who you are. I can assure you my wife will not speak one word of reproach to you, nor will she look angrily at you, but will smile at you as at every honored guest. She will go and prepare coffee and cookies for you. You will be received just like everyone else. Now, if my wife, who is only human, can do this, if she can love you like this, knowing what you have done, and can forgive you, then how much more will Jesus, who is love?"
The man began to tear at his jacket. "What have I done? What have I done? I am guilty of so much blood."
The pastor said, "Well, then, let us kneel down and ask for forgiveness from God."
They knelt. First Pastor Wurmbrand said a short prayer; then the man, who did not know how to pray, said again and again, "Jesus forgive me. Jesus forgive me. I believe that You will forgive me." There were many tears, and then he and the pastor embraced.
"I have promised you an experiment. Now we will go to see my wife."
Sabina had heard nothing while sleeping in the other room far away in the house from the main room where they had been speaking. They went to her and Pastor Wurmbrand woke her. "Do you know this man?" Pastor Wurmbrand began.
"No," she replied sleepily.
So he introduced the man. "This is the murderer of your sisters, your brothers and your parents. But now he has repented and he is our brother in the Messiah, our brother in the faith. What do you have to say to him?"
She fell around his neck and they both wept together.
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chaiaurchaandni · 1 year ago
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martyred journalist rushdie sarraj's wife writes to her husband
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widevibratobitch · 7 months ago
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#im so tired of this lalalalalalalalaa#something is Wrong lol#i really need this therapy on wednesday but guess WHAT im not going. im going to a funeral instead 🤡#and ill be singing in that stupid fucking church because have to but i dont fucking wanna i hate doing it and i hate churches#all i feel rn is the overwhelming urge to selfdestruct and like obv im not gonna kms now#but im so fucking angry that im not even *allowed* to do that anymore. like it was such a comfort all this time to know that i can just Quit#and now i cant because guess what someone has to take care of my mother 🫠 and im so fucking tired of being someone people depend on#to handle THEIR feelings and THEIR emotions and just take it all with humility and acceptance and kindness and never snap and bite back#like i dont WANNA hear about your dead husband i dont wanna hear about your stupid fucking boyfriend#i dont wanna hear about the new guy/girl who's hitting on you because you're so hot and perfect#i dont wanna be responsible for how people feel. i should just shut up and take it and be humble and never ask or expect anything back#but when is it MY turn to call at 1 am crying about how im tired and want to kms#or to start expecting shit of people and allow myself to get properly angry at them for not meeting those expectations#or to braggingly 'complain' about something the other person clearly lacks without any consideration for their feelings#or to just openly cry and say deeply personal shit without any filter not caring if that other person is clearly uncomfortable af#because *i* need it right now and i need someone to listen and let them worry about how to even respond to that stuff#im just so tired of people expecting shit of me im tired of being made responsible even tho i clearly cannot handle that responsibility#i wanna be mean i wanna snap and get angry and openly say that i dont give a shit and am tired and cant listen to this rn#but i cant because i have to be a motherfucking mother theresa and never dare to demand something for myself#and idk where that comes from. idk if it's coming from the fanatic catholicism of my childhood or my mother or just from myself and idc#i just feel so horrible and guilty and wrong for wanting anything for myself#and it once again feels like im making myself the victim and the tortured martyr here when i should just shut up and take it#i just wanna lie down and die and not care about who'll get angry or judge or blame me for it im tired and i dont know what to do#i want someone to take care of ME and reassure ME and make ME feel like i matter and that they really will help me if i ever need it#and that they'd be kinda sad if i were gone not because i had a role to fulfill that i failed at by killing myself but because i am a person#<- math calculations flying around my head as i come to the terrible realisation#of just why exactly im so deeply obsessed with my voice teacher (aside from her being literally the most beautiful woman alive lol) 🤡#like babygirl stop being so utterly overwhelmingly kind to me my knees are weak i would do anything for you queen and I MEAN IT
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monstraduplicia · 2 years ago
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the lodgers (2017) dir. brian o'malley
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stanford-photography · 1 year ago
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Joan of Arc Listens to Voices By Jeff Stanford, 2023
Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/
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eye-of-yelough · 2 years ago
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Gays can never flirt normally it’s always gotta be shit like this 🙄
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