#jesusposts

[likeahyacinth]

apostle peter on his phone at the last supper looking at the Wikipedia page for bread and wine

[hierarchyproblem]

Reading a book complaining about contemporary Christian worship music, which appeals to me because I do in fact happen to think that a lot of contemporary Christian worship music is bad - but perhaps for different reasons than this author. Chapter one argues that the songs found in scripture are far more willing to glorify God for his wrath and judgement than contemporary songs - a claim which is clearly true! - but all this exegesis in in service of building up to the complaint that we "live in a time when the church ... believe[s] in God's love over against his wrath."

And, I'm sorry, but, yes?? Isn't that the whole point? The pantheons of mythology are full of wrathful gods, many many religions across time and space have believed in a judgement of one's good deeds against the bad; but the heart of the gospel is the promise of God's mercy. The core appeal of the Christian faith is precisely that God's love wins out over wrath, that "mercy triumphs over judgement" (James 2:13)!

This book seems to want to imply that God is most glorified in violence; that to hope in a God of grace would be sentimental and naive - not to mention unbiblical - and that to ask him for compassion would be degrading of his majesty. And I guess that's not entirely wrong, crucifixion is a purposely degrading experience! But my understanding of the faith is that it was precisely in humiliation and death that the glory of God's character was demonstrated most clearly.

But, y'know, I could be wrong: maybe it's righteous to kill and holy to punish, and such soft things as love and forgiveness are simply the shortcomings of the bleeding-hearted and the insufficiently devout. Probably there's no way to tell.

[prxckedradiolove]

I know God is celebrating my birthday the most anyone could celebrate my birthday rn and that‘s darn beautiful

[johnwicklover1999]

big fan of your autism

THANK GOODNESS.

[jettkuso]

the pope told me Jesus has t-boy swag merry christmas

[orpheuslament]

no1 understands her like i do

[whenthegoldrays]

(throwing myself back into being holy so I don’t think of *gestures vaguely*)

[cuprohastes]

The natural predator of Jesus is the Cookie monster.

Computer, send shitpost.

[cillancholly]

something so bittersweet about jesus talking about the trinity before he dies. he talks about his father like he misses him and every action he takes is based on the emptied relationship they have while he’s on earth. whenever he tried to hide from the crowds its never to sleep or eat or rest, its to pray. to bring the spirit to his apostles he has to leave first and he refers to that as both sending “him” to them but also “i’m going away, and i will come to you.” like, “someones coming to take care of you in my place and he’s not me but he is and i promise i’m with you always but also this is goodbye”

[library-fae]

jesus, your apostles are here

[aro-oak]

The same Christians that are so insistent that God is the Father (masculine) are also the ones that taught me that God didn't initially give Eve to Adam because he didn't think that Adam would need a helper, as Adam was created to be God's friend. Adam and God as partners much like the animals came in pairs. These Christians do not make the same gay gay homosexual gay connection that I just did

[twinkgami]

i fucking love system of a down so much 90% of their songs is “war is terrible and propaganda is terrible the prison system is terrible we all need to be good people to each other and also fuck the government”

and then the other 10% is Daron Malakian going “yeah I went to a really weird baseball game one time and also I felt bad about hitting a bunny :(”

[jasmine-throne]

@mobblespsycho100

Vatican Miku... priest Miku...

[psalm4thesun]

"love thy neighbor" okay but what if my neighbors like REALLY annoying

[the1987kid]

The Death of Hallelujah

Grumble Hallelujah, what an interesting book title that is. Two completely contradicting words placed together—an oxymoron.

When I saw this book, flipped it, and read, “This is NOT how my life was supposed to be,” it honestly felt like my long-pressed-down and subdued grunts had been put into words, surfaced, and shown their face to me bright and clear.

I guess I have always believed that it’s toxic to grumble. I have always thought that it’s unhealthy to allot my energy to things and events that turned the opposite way I wanted them to be, and that to deal with the consequent grave pain is simply… unwise. Maybe because I have long convinced myself that it is just merited for me to be crushed by the pang of all my wrong decisions and that I equitably deserve a smidgen of favor. However, on different occasions, I would simply confront dreadful moments with an unreasonably stoic demeanor.

But none of those two different approaches really welcomed the idea of “feeling the feeling"—neither of them gave me a pass to grieve nor lament.

It may seem to look that way outwardly, but inside, I wouldn’t say that I have always lived up to that rigidness. There have been tons of times, too many more than I can count, that my feelings leaked and eventually got out of hand until I broke down. But these moments are all still grumbles. I would often even cover them as "asking” and never really openly call them “questioning” God, although deep down, I knew that it was all bitter complaints.

I hate my life.

It never occurred to me to say that, but I’m saying it now. This is NOT how my life was supposed to be—at least based on the trajectory that I imagined that it would go three to four years ago. This magnanimous fiasco, ladies and gentlemen, inevitably resulted in a clapping self-loathing.

And somewhere in this dreadful season… my hallelujahs died.

In the bitterness of my circumstances, I inadvertently failed to remember God’s sweet love.

In my wretchedness, I missed the truth that in every season, God stays the same—good, kind, loving—and that He is still in control.

I succumbed to the pain and neglected to give the praise and worship that is rightly due to Him.

I have lost my hallelujahs.

Seeing it now, I finally recognize that I often lose hope and have been constantly getting consumed by all the tormenting events in my life because my eyes were all on the fall—I lost sight of our Father and who He is. My lips were busy yammering, drowning out my hallelujahs. My complaints grew louder while my praises were kept down.

Admittedly, I’m aware that realizing this doesn’t guarantee that I will simply glide over aching moments, but understanding this helps me see a better way to tackle them.

To whoever is reading this (probably me since at this point of writing my account is still private, and maybe someone else if who knows someday I’ll open my writing to others), this may sound cliché, but I pray that you remember to say your worship and praises to God, even and most especially on your hard days. I know that at some point you’ll forget it, but may you bring into mind that God is merciful, gentle, kind, in control, and will act according to His love and for your good even in the most unseemly days. May you remember today that God is good, and that He loves you.

“I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:19-23 NIV

[vlupshittous]

This is my second Jesus post in a week, what's wrong with me