#jesus life

[ruthiefalkonobi]

It’s still Christmas to New Years Week, so Christmas posts still count!! X’D (no I did not forget to post, what are you talking about) Okey dokey, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking this Christmas, so here are some of my thoughts:

When I think of Jesus' life, I often think of Jesus' sacrifice and what He's done for us. Sometimes I fall into the trap of getting that fixed picture in my mind of Jesus in the classic stories, but I don't actually think of Jesus AS a person. Jesus AS a child.

I was reading the part in the Bible where Jesus at 12 years of age, was lost by his parents and then found, even though he really wasn’t lost at all. HE knew exactly where he was. XD

I really wanted to try to put myself more into the picture of seeing what that looked like. How Jesus was a child.

How Jesus grew and played, what he might have thought about the world around him, what kind of interactions he had. Because he was a child, he had an earthly mother and father, he had barefeet that walked and played in the dirt, he had muscles that ached after a day outside. He got hungry, he asked questions, he watched people for their reactions, he learned a trade, he built things, he taught things himself.

He was real. And He is real.

In the business of this year and the past years with their difficulties, I hope you can pause for just a moment and let Christmas seep in (even if it comes a little late). That you’re able to slow down and get a picture in your mind that means something to you, and that you can feel God's love.

Have a great New Years week, everyone! (And I hope you had a great Christmas! X’D)

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[lovandgrace]

Unrecorded Series 2: Unrecorded...but proven.

Part 2 of the Unrecorded Series! I hope it resonates with you

The unrecorded life of Jesus was a crucial season for character cultivation. Throughout this period, Jesus accumulated a significant number of experiences, challenges, and interactions all contributing to refine His character and strengthen His commitment to His divine mission. It was a time when His actions were purely motivated by His love for the Father and His compassion for humanity, rather…

[mytanginaannworld]

Alone

Do you see yourself as a leader? I never viewed myself as a leader because I am one to believe in doing everything myself and not following anybody but not insisting on anybody following me. Independence is where you should be following nobody but Jesus Christ

[empireofthestates]

What You Need to Know about Project 2025

The GOP's Radical Plans for America's Future

graphics from @/pinballwizardess on tiktok

[alakuhfuckingzam]

the v's are so funny to me. they own some of the biggest media companies in hell. they're a bunch of upstarts who have the patience of a toddler. only one of them can deal with the others shit at a time like they're playing the worst game of rock paper scissors ever. they call each other pet names. they're hells worst polycule. they're somehow the least and most efficient business partners ever. they're some of the most impulsive people on the cast. they manipulate each other constantly. they're a moth, a tv, and a clown. one of them is shown to be so much worse than the other two. i think they'd kill each other if they were allowed too. they lean on each other so heavily they'd knock over the leaning tower of piza. ive never seen three cunts try so hard in my life.

like what is wrong with them i want to put them in a terrarium and observe them with a magnifying glass.

[bloom-with-grace-and-faith]

[willowcrowned]

in europe and made the fatal mistake of trying to order nachos at a restaurant and look. europeans. I say this with all the love in my heart. but what exactly do you think nachos are

[wordswithloveee]

[jesus-holding-your-fave]

per request of @c0rv1d-gaming on this post,

Today Jesus is holding:

Enraged Gabriel from Ultrakill

[vaguely-concerned]

So much of Garak as a person starts to make sense once you know his childhood was a fucking gothic novel. His main playground was a graveyard and he'd play pretend by perfoming improv eulogies to an imagined audience. For a long time his main touchstone for most important figures from recent history is 'oh yeah I know about that guy my dad buried him. great flower arrangements for that one'. He finds out later his 'parents' are actually a brother and sister who had to get married to avoid the utter shame and social devastation of having a child born out of wedlock, and they live in the basement of his biological father's house. (the madwoman in the attic vs. the tiny elim in the basement.) His biological father calls himself his uncle and locks him in a closet whenever he fails to live up to his insane and unpredictable expectations and everyone just has to act like that's normal and expected, and his will hangs over everything at all times, unseen but always felt keener than anything else. The father who actually raised him grows the world's most beautiful (and as it turns out, most poisonous) orchids and keeps the mask of a god hidden in a box in his work shed. Everyone in the house is choking down secrets like it's the only air they know how to breathe anymore.

What I'm saying is that right from the get-go this guy never had the faintest shot at turning out normal, so I'm glad that by middle age he's found a way to get a bit silly with it as he continues to be deeply deeply not normal about anything ever <3

[risibledeer]

I think I draw too much of him... I should really stop lol

[puppyeared]

in his silly era

[shortbreadly]

I AM POSITIVELY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH OVER THESE TWO

[inkskinned]

yesterday while feverish i wrote about how boats can moor next to each other like pigeons, cooing with the gentle rap of water against their hull. you once said that that the way i see things - birds in the water, feathers in marina paint - was "childish and naive." you said i'd been misdiagnosed - "it can't all be adhd. you might be just kind of stupid and lazy."

i still do certain things like how you taught me - turn the pillow case inside out before putting it on. drive defensively. hate myself entirely.

the prompt for this poem is "mahler's fifth." i wish it wasn't, but mahler's fifth was our song. it ended up in my book. every person that knows your name has promised me they'll give you one swift rabbit punch, right to the face. dean read the book and showed up on my front porch, drenched in sweat from running the 8 miles at 4 in the morning. he was shaking. pacifist and gentle - he works with children - i'd never seen him furious. a punch isn't going to do it, he said, and then said i'm sorry. i had to come to see if you were okay.

mahler's fifth was mine first, like my girlhood. i like the way each movement piles onto the next movement, each instrument bleeding into the next. i like the horn version the best. before i met you, i danced to it on grass still-wet from sprinklers.

later you would tell me that the way you heard it was somehow better. you understood something in it that i couldn't quite wrap my fingers into. once, on our anniversary, you asked the classical music radio station to play it for us. we missed hearing it because we were fighting. one of the things people get wrong about abuse is that sometimes victims are, like, brutally aware of the stupidity of our situation. what do you mean that you thought i wasn't good enough for you? you? you're just... nothing.

sometimes people can pull the poetry out of your life. i watched my words become clothesline, and then thin out into kite twine. i watched you chew through every good syllable of me. so many good songs and places and moments were ruined. i am glad you didn't like most of my music - less to tie back to you.

but still mahler's fifth. the music swells, and i am 21 and throwing up in a bathroom on my birthday. a woman i will later refer to as lesbian jesus runs a cool hand down my back, her perfect pantsuit starch-pressed. she told me to leave you. she said - and this is true, and not an invention of rhyme or fantasy - i'm you from the future.

i am 22, and i got home from an award ceremony, and i remember you telling me - you act so proud of yourself when you're actually so fucking embarrassing. i took you to disney world. you took my virginity. i gave up visiting spain for a week with my family - i instead choose you, to spend the time just-cuddling. you called it "our fuck week." the music swells. it probably should have been a red flag that for about 3 years - i just gave up on crying. my grandfather died and you said nothing. my uncle died and you ghosted me for 3 weeks. you said i need to protect myself from your ongoing tragedy.

every so often i come back to the memory of one of our last afternoons in person. i had just told you that i wasn't going to law school, despite the free ride - i was going to join a creative writing program. master's in fine arts. i was going to finally do it - i was going to follow my dreams. this blog was already internet-famous. however reluctantly, i would occasionally refer to myself as a poet. i got into umass amherst's writing program for fiction authors. it is one of the the top 5 programs in the country.

wait are you seriously considering actually attending that? dumbfounded, you turned completely towards me in your seat. for the 3rd time in our relationship, you almost crashed the car. you actually want to be a writer?

the first time i went viral, it was for a poem i wrote about you:

he wants to say i love you but keeps it to goodnight because love will take some falling and she's afraid of heights.

every time i see that, i want to throw up. you weren't in love with me, you were in love with the control you had over me. a little truth though: i am afraid of heights. you caught a rabbitgirl and skinned her alive.

mahler's fifth still makes me sick.

give me that back. give me back music. give me back everything i had before you. give me back fearlessness. give me back bravery. give me back a scarless body.

give me back what you took from me.

[beif0ngs]

What the-?! Sulong?!! That’s impossible! The Moon isn’t even out…!!