#christian science fiction

[greater-than-the-sword]

OPENING STRONG AT #94TH PLACE IN CHRISTIAN SCIENCE FICTION THATS TOP 100 woo hoo can we push it up to the top 10?? Hope to get some more Amazon reviews in!!

[jambandatl]

Acts Chapter 15- (Paul)

Yep, gonna finish this soon… As always, God bless, James Arthur Ferguson

[protagonistspub]

MarkMaker by Mary Jessica Woods

MarkMaker by Mary Jessica Woods is Catholic science fiction. It is published by Chrism Press and this is her debut novel. I finished this book more than two weeks ago now and I still don’t know how to review it. Just to be clear, before this turns into a rambling review, I enjoyed this book very much. It makes you think. What it makes you think is something I am still attempting to…

[whereserpentswalk]

You were born to be a sacrifice. When you first exited your mothers womb the oracles decided that would be your fate. They tattooed your hands and forehead so everyone would know.

When you turn twenty, they'll take you to the church, and they'll set you on fire. And then when your body is burned they'll give your ashes for the angels, and the angels and saints will be proud, and bless your community and family with great riches. Or at least that's what they say.

When you were young it didn't seem to mean anything that you were born to die young. Nobody cared, they just saw you as another kid. But it was always there. Adults would ask other kids what they wanted to be when they grew up, but they'd ask you what you would do once you were a ruler in the court of heaven. They'd tell other kids about marriage and sex and having children, but for you that would just be for other people, you'd die a virgin.

And at a certain age, you were removed from school. Because they said you wouldn't need it. That you shouldn't be wasting your time on such things. And you didn't understand, but you understood that all your freinds were upset that they wouldn't see you anymore. Not as much at least. And people talked about you so much differently from then on. You weren't complimented as strong, or as smart, or as ambitious, you were pretty, and pure, and brave, and dutiful. And everyone talked about how proud they were of you, how wonderful it was that you were going to die for them.

They were so nice to you. They gave you so many gifts and jewelry. You got to spend all day inside playing video games, and you got the best toys and got to go to movies and plays when you wanted to. Soldiers in power armor would bow when they saw you, and robots and cyborgs would turn off their lights. And you sat at a special place in church, and the clothing you wore was diffrent then everyone else's. And people talked about how wonderful you were, and how pretty you were, and how much they loved having you when they knew you wouldn't be on this world for long. And they were so proud of you when they showed you the platinum clothing you would wear on the day of your sacrifice. And you didn't understand why but all of the compliments sounded sad.

As you grew older things changed. The other children went through puberty, but you didn't, they gave you surgery to prevent it, ans told you how pure you were for not producing blood or seed. And you were old enough to understand that you would die, that you would burn, and it would hurt, and that nobody really knew for sure what happened after peopled died. And you saw a sacrifice, and saw the pain they were in, and there weren't any angels, there were only priests watching and chanting, and the smell of burning skin.

Your parents and family started to care much more how you behave. To make sure you're polite. To make sure you're a good sacrifice, who the angels will like. And meanwhile while all your other freinds are going to college, and talking about becoming artists, or starship pilots, or scientists, you know you'll only ever have one ending. But still, everyone loves you, and you don't have responsibilities, but still sometimes you think about how much diffrent life would be if you were born differently.

You've started meeting people who've left the faith, or people who didn't grow up in it, people who believe in diffrent religions or in no religion at all. And your heaven seems less and less certain every day. According to imperial law you're allowed to be sacrificed, but if you choose not to they can't force you. But if you choose not to you can never be a part of your faith again, and your family will be disappointed in you forever. All your family and community, everyone who you ever knew, will consider you a failure, a coward doomed to hell for not going through with what the cosmos planned for you. And all that pride and joy they felt about your fate would be replaced with anger that you never became what they were so happy and proud about you being. You don't think you believe in heaven anymore, but you still might choose to die, if it means they're proud... it's what you're raised to do, you don't know who you'll be if you choose to leave.

Better choose fast darling, it's only a few months away now. You don't want them to be upset.

[rjalker]

you can still have gender in a species that's monoecious, reproduces asexually, or even is just physically incapable of the normal means of reproduction, you people are just fucking obsessed with biological essentialism and the white supremacist ideal of gender.

[this-is-cool]

The sleek futuristic sci-fi creations of Christian Grajewski - https://www.this-is-cool.co.uk/the-sleek-futuristic-sci-fi-creations-of-christian-grajewski/

[christianbalefanatic]

Christian Bale as John Preston in Equilibrium (2002) dir. Kurt Wimmer

[lotusyiyen]

[jcalexandrewrites]

If the Bible is a light unto my path, and the Bible is the sword of the spirit...is the Bible a lightsaber? 🤔

from Introverted Christian Memes on Facebook

[theromanticrationalist]

Walking with God: The Sacred Journey of Villeneuve’s Dune | The Heretical Sayyadina

"This is Paul’s path, this is Paul’s story, of what it means to walk with the Divine. Many are tempted to view this story as a curse, something that destroys not only the person walking the path, but the entire world around him. We may even be tempted to think that we are watching not a story of a man, but of a terrible and wretched god who will fall from grace — falling short of everyone’s expectations and self-made projections of him, a messiah made in a broken image who will not lead them into a better world, but a nightmarish one filled with the stench of violence and death. Only this is not Villeneuve’s Dune. We aren’t watching a fall from grace, but a fall towards grace. For we seem to be taking Paul’s godhood for granted, as something that can be torn down and defiled, yet we must remember that it is a part of him, something that is woven into his very genes. You can’t remove the man from the Divine, and you can’t remove the Divine from the man. And although it is true that the man will not be able to live up to the Divine, this is not to his shame, but to his glory. For it is a beautiful thing that a man is not God. When he realizes this, he becomes truly free. Not because he is free from God, but because he is freed to God. So, this isn’t about a collapse of Divinity within a man, but it is about a man collapsing into Divinity — because sometimes the path to heaven leads into the desert. When you walk with the Divine, wrestling with Him along the way, you are going to be made lame, but you will be given a new name. This is Paul’s story." | 💧 Continue Reading on my Substack.

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[schlock-luster-video]

On October 26, 1951, The Thing From Another World debuted in West Germany.

Here's some new art inspired by the sci-fi classic!

[jambandatl]

Red the Healer and the Dawn of Aussieville- Chapter Two- Shadows and Alliances

Dreamland Adventures The dawn of a new cycle in Aussieville brought with it a crisp, refreshing air, signaling the beginning of new hope. As the first light of the sun touched the fertile lands they had cultivated, it cast long shadows that seemed to dance with a life of their own. It was in these shadows that the latent threat of the Creatures of Night (CON) lurked, a constant reminder of the…

[protagonistspub]

Aberration by Cathy McCrumb

A Aberration by Cathy McCrumb is book two in the Children of the Consortium series. It is Christian Science Fiction and I purchased the hard cover even though my books won’t match. The novel opens with our intrepid heroine, Recorder, on a new ship in isolation awaiting judgment from The Eldest when the ship eventually arrives at its destination. Something goes horribly wrong on board and the…

[apenitentialprayer]

Gagarin flew into space, but didn't see any god there.

attributed to Nikita Khrushchev.

Sed contra,

Looking for God —or Heaven— by exploring space is like reading or seeing all Shakespeare's plays in the hope that you will find Shakespeare as one of the characters or Stratford as one of the places. Shakespeare is in one sense present at every moment in every play. But he is never present in the same way as Falstaff or Lady Macbeth. Nor is he diffused through the play like a gas. [… We], in varying degrees according to our perceptiveness, have 'found Shakespeare' in the plays. […] Now of course this is only an analogy. I am not suggesting at all that the existence of God is as easily established as the existence of Shakespeare. My point is that, if God does exist, He is related to the universe more as an author is related to a play than as one object in the universe is related to another. If God created the universe, He created space-time, which is to the universe as the metre is to a poem or the key is to music. To look for Him as one item within the framework which He Himself invented is nonsensical. If God —such a God as any adult religion believes in— exists, mere movement in space will never bring you any nearer to Him or any farther from Him than you are at this very moment. You can neither reach nor avoid Him by travelling to Alpha Centauri or even to other galaxies. A fish is no more, and no less, in the sea after it has sum a thousand miles than it was when it set out.

C.S. Lewis, "The Seeing Eye"

Galactic Manoeuvre, by Nikolai Nedbailo