#power of worship

[walkswithmyfather]

“When we lift our hands in praise and worship, we break spiritual jars of perfume over Jesus. The fragrance of our praise fills the whole earth and touches the heart of God.” —Dennis Ignatius

Love this quote! ❤️ There is also a song by Rev. James Moore that says, “When the praises of God are going up, souls are saved, bodies are healed. When the praises of God are going up; and the blessings come down. When the praises of God are going up, deliverance will come, He'll set the captives free. If you trust in Him, He'll give the victory; and the blessings come down.”

So praise and worship are wonderful things, that please God and release wonderful blessings and healing. Friend, lift your hands in praise and worship and wait for all the good things to begin! Amen! 🙌🙌🙌

“But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place. For we are a fragrance of Christ to God among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing;” —2 Corinthians 2:14‭-‬15 (NASB)

Hallelujah and Amen! 🙌🙌🙌

[letspraynow]

Victory in Christ: Embrace the Power of Worship

Want to move into a deeper prayer realm. Join us as we explore the power of Praise and a thankful heart. God bless.

Church service 11/18/2024 For this cause I Paul, the prisoner of Jesus Christ for you Gentiles, (Eph 3:1) Welcome to our Sunday service. We are delighted to have you join us. Together, we will delve into the uplifting topic of Praise and Worship. Praise and Worship is not just an act, but a way of life for believers. It’s a powerful expression of our love, adoration, and gratitude towards God.…

[bet-on-me-13]

The cult of...Danny Fenton?

So! Way back when Danny first moved into his new neighborhood in Gotham, he had some trouble controlling his Powers. The different Types and Levels of Ectoplasm in the air when compared to Amity had thrown off his control.

He was used to being in places where his Ectoplasm meshed well with the Atmosphere, like a Water Balloon in a Pool, but in Gotham that analogy would be closer to a Water Balloon in the sewers. It was too different from what he was used to to fully control his Powers.

So it's understandable that he messed up a few times and his neighbors found out about his Abilities.

They took it well at first, Danny wasn't going to go Rogues or anything, and he never used them maliciously, but eventually they got curious.

They asked what his limits were, how he got them in the first place, and what the hell the Ghost Zone was. The answers "None Really", "I died and was reborn", and "A Collective of every Afterlife at once" did spark some interesting reactions from them.

Most importantly, a few of them joked about him being an Eldritch God that they needed to worship. He was good enough friends with them that at that point they felt comfortable pranking eachother, so they did just that.

Danny woke up one day on his birthday, and saw all of his friends and neighbors surrounding the makeshift Throne they had made and put him on while he was asleep. The entire day they chanted stuff like "The Great One requires Ms. Smiths Apple Pie for his day of birth!" And "The Great One Wishes for us to sing the Ritual Song! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birth-"

After his birthday, they kept up the joke.

It didn't help that his powers had evolved Again! And now he could bestow abilities onto his friends. The jokes they made about their God granting them Supernatural Powers to rule the world with were insufferable.

Then, one day while he was just resting at home, watching a movie on his TV, he felt a Pull at his Core. The same kind of Pull whenever he was being summoned. But why would they summon hi- Oh Shit! It's Mr Jenkins Party today! He was supposed to meet them at the Warehouse they used for special events an Hour Ago!

He quickly accepted the Summoning, but was met with a suprising sight. His Neighbors all tied up in a pile to his right, a spilled table of party food to his left, and right in front of him, Batman and his Family watching him with wary eyes.

Slowly, he opened his mouth. "...so, did you come for the party or..."

[lovebunnie]

cassandra nova sticking her weird fingers in magnetos brain to get an idea of how to control him and use his power for her own gain and instead all she sees is memories of him fucking her twin brother nasty

[bigfatbreak]

In canon, a kwami's power must be used through a human wielding a miraculous, otherwise it'll have unforeseen consequences. So, in your AU, does Imago stealing Marinette's agonies cause any sort of trouble?

honestly the biggest unforeseen consequence is that this dude is around and being himself

no but for real, there should be a hypermassive consequence for a kwami unfettered peeking their head in, but there's not because of shit we'll get into later.

just consider it like this for the time being: now that Marinette is a sage and is capable of communing with the gods, she as a living being can be used as that intermediate conduit for power instead of the miraculous gems. If it was Tikki, for example, using her power raw with sage!Marinette, Mari would be able to access the power of creation or be swayed by it - however, it would put a massive strain on her, as she's not a miraculous but still capable of acting as that pipeline.

The reason Marinette has no ill effects from Imago, however, is because Imago is playing with a catch 22. Their purpose was to take agony away from Marinette, so even the exhaustion of accessing the unfettered power of a god was something he stole from her, so it seems like zero consequences have been had. In truth Imago is now SO tired holy moly and they DO NOT LIKE IT LMAO

[snowbunny-alissa]

My BBC lover, Will has 4 of his black friends coming over next Thursday 9/26 and Friday 9/27. 5 hung black men and one snowbunny hotwife for 2 days?? Should be fun.

But I would love to hear your naughty requests! ♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️

@mistress-felicia-2 @snowbunnyslutariel-02 @subjensophie @urfavprincessred @solangejade @blaccpvnther

[narikill]

aughdhshfjjsjcjdjfjsbgsknfjs <- leshy in this art probably

[sthenollagniabull]

Malachi Ezekiel

[isagrimorie]

Agatha All Along 1x08 - Follow Me My Friend / To Glory to the End

[walkswithmyfather]

“When we lift our hands in praise and worship, we break spiritual jars of perfume over Jesus. The fragrance of our praise fills the whole earth and touches the heart of God.” —Dennis Ignatius

Love this quote! ❤️ There is also a song by Rev. James Moore that says, “When the praises of God are going up, souls are saved, bodies are healed. When the praises of God are going up; and the blessings come down. When the praises of God are going up, deliverance will come, He'll set the captives free. If you trust in Him, He'll give the victory; and the blessings come down.”

So praise and worship are wonderful things, that please God and release wonderful blessings and healing. Friend, lift your hands in praise and worship and wait for all the good things to begin! Amen! 🙌🙌🙌

“But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place. For we are a fragrance of Christ to God among those who are being saved and among those who are perishing;” —2 Corinthians 2:14‭-‬15 (NASB)

Hallelujah and Amen! 🙌🙌🙌

[serpentface]

The goddess Arweny, depicted in Setem-Whe ornamental style. She is usually described as a female elowey protruding from the jaws of a gigantic serpent, or as a small snake with a rat perpetually stuck in its throat.

She is considered to be one of many local spirits of the wilds across the vast forested region known as Nekhuatseth, and is venerated (and cursed) as the god of the hunt-interrupted. She is believed to lend strength and speed to hunted quarry, allowing them to escape predation against insurmountable odds. She is completely impartial, and will lend her mercy to an insect just as easily as she would to a person.

Hunters blame her when what seems to be a certain kill escapes, and pray to her when they find themselves hunted. In many places, it is believed that she will hide all prey if she is not appeased, and as such is left offerings of fruit and wine before any expedition. It is common in rural parts of Nekhuatseth to wear amulets depicting her likeness to ward off attacks from wild beasts.

A folktale from the Sykhilic cult (a Nekh and Setem-Whe religious order devoted to a lunar goddess, scattered in temples at the edges of wilderness areas) intends to teach youths about the dangers and impartiality of the wilds, and illustrates beliefs about Arweny's intervention in the cycle of hunter and hunted.

A young hunter walked alone through the wilds in the heat of the dry season. They were on their rite of passage, and as such were armed only with a knife and could feed only on what game and forage they found on their journey. They were three days in, tired and hungry and missing the comfort of the city more and more with every step.

The hunter stopped at the edge of a clearing to eat a few clumps of dry, tasteless grass. They chewed miserably and dreamed of the great feast that would be held upon their return, when they heard a sudden snap. The youth had only a moment to turn before a great beast seized them in its claws. A tyger had been stalking them, and now pinned them to the earth under one massive paw!

Thinking fast, the young hunter called upon one of the wild gods of these parts. 

“Arweny! Rat-Who-Chokes-The-Snake! Please, lend me your strength!”

And there was a great rustling in the bush, a sliding, slithering sound, and a cackle of frightful laughter. And the hunter felt every muscle in their body seize with a great strength, and they wrenched themself out of the stinking cat’s grasp.

The youth scampered up a tree and sat in its high boughs with their breast heaving. The cat paced below in helpless agitation, for the branches were far too lithe to support its great weight.

The great beast stalked away, and the hunter cried out their thanks to the lord of the triumphant prey and nursed their wounds.

The young hunter walked along deer trails all day, but there was no quarry to be seen, and the scents were weeks old and unpromising. With hunger now gnawing painfully at their gut, they came upon a great river. There were water lillies growing in the shallows with thick, tasty bulbs, and the air was alive with frogsong. The youth crept out into the muddy water, hoping to find something good to eat.

But a slight ripple on the water filled their gut with ice. Their instinct told them to be afraid, and in the fraction of a second, they whispered, “Arweny, lord of the hunt-interrupted, lend me your speed.”

And in that same moment, a colossal riverdrake sprang forth from the murk, faster than the hunter could have run. But their body was seized with a great quickness, and they leapt into the air, high above the drake’s head, and came down upon its jaws, forcing them shut with a snap!

As they sprang away from the beast, they heard a wet slithering sound, and that same cackle of triumph. They silently thanked the lord of the biting quarry, and ran far from the river and its dangers.

But now, the hunter was near starved. The small insects and dessicated grasses they had found along the way did little to abate their hunger. They needed to make a kill or they would surely starve.

And as if by divine will, they came across a river hog hopelessly tangled in a thorny mass of dead vines. It squealed and strained with all its might, but to no avail. The hog collapsed to its side and laid still, chest heaving and showing the terrified whites of its eyes. The hunter sighed in relief and drew their blade.

And suddenly, the hog trembled and burst away, ripping up and dragging all the vines along with it! The hunter was frozen in shock. How was this possible? The hog was as good as dead!

And as if to answer that question, they heard that same slithering, the sound of something heavy dragging its long body over the dry leafbed. And they heard that same cackle, a laugh of triumph, as the prey fled and the hunter starved.

[syn0vial]

i have absolutely zero interest in the "ascendant!astarion/obedient, submissive spawn!tav" content that everyone seems so crazy about, but you know what ascendant!astarion ship does intrigue me? ascendant!astarion/absolute!tav. astarion is tav's sire. tav is astarion's god. what the fuck would that even look like?

[moghedien]

I actually do love that even if Shadowheart becomes a cleric of Selune she's not like...actively following Selune

like it was kinda always clearly like that regardless but its especially obivous for me playing a Selunite right now because you do get a significant amount of Selune specific dialogue options about the conversion with her basically from the point where she saves Aylin on and I honestly don't usually take them from a RP standpoint, but I like to see where the dialogue trees lead so I'll quicksave and take them to see where they lead and then load back usually to pick the dialogue option I actually want (though sometimes I don't reload especially if the outcome is a little bitchy or sassy in some way unexpectedly fun)

and anyway, if you take a lot of those options, some of which are more pushy about her being a Selunite now, she'll often push back against that. Not in the way where she's actively antagonistic to Selune like she was before, but she'll basically push back against the idea that she's suddenly going to be all for Selune like she was for Shar. or even like actively worshipping Selune at all. she makes it clear that even if she turned against Shar, she didn't do that for Selune or to become a Selunite and you shouldn't expect that from her. One bit of dialogue I really liked from her was her saying that she's "wary of goddesses" right now.

and like I do just really love that because it gives her so much more agency as a character not to just jump from being one kind of zealot to another. like she's not going from being a member of a bad cult to a member of a good cult. she's going from the bad cult to being like very hesitant about where the fuck she goes from here and loosely accepting the support of Selune while there are no strings attached but being extremely wary of seeking out that support or giving that support any kind of deeper meaning or devotion. she's accepting Selune's help because Selune just gave it without asking for anything but she's not going to go about seeking out more until she's dealt with her past and established herself, and she might not even do so then

and I love that for like her personal agency, like I said, but I also love that because also leads to the funniest possible post-game life for her and my Selunite cleric because you have like my Tav, who is actively a follower of Selune and at the end of this game will be one of the most powerful clerics of Selune in any given place because level 12 clerics don't exactly just come out of no where and its like, she's doing so much to show her devotion to her goddess and worked so hard to reach this point and have this much of a connection with Selune and its all probably so big and meaningful to her

and then you have her wife Shadowheart who is also an equally powerful level 12 cleric of Selune but can't quote a single line of any prayer, doesn't know any rituals or ceremonies or anything, and doesn’t even actively worship her in any way but Selune is still like "have some divine intervention"

[ragingmusclesexual]

An absolute classic video that made me fall in love with this iranian muscle hunk many years ago. From start to finish, everything is VOYEURISTIC MUSCLE WORSHIP PERFECTION:

peeling off the shirt

the grunting in the background in the beginning

the slutty skimpy poser slowly drooping down throughout like it's gonna fall off *DROOL*

front double bi

cocky lat spread

side chest + side tri with the stank face

back lat spread

back double bi

abs and thighs

most muscular

Casual walk towards the camera

[neyafromfrance95]

sauron seeing galadriel as the only one who could balance him out to create the perfect union translates into him seeing her as the only one who could replace morgoth as his new god that would bind him to the light thus free him of morgoth's darkness.

if sauron is a being who was made to create perfection and serve, then it once again makes sense that he loves galadriel, as servitude to perfection is what love probably is to him. the thing is, when galadriel refuses his worship, he "takes" her by force, like morgoth stole silmarils, by binding her to himself.

he defies his own nature when his want for her reveals itself to be stronger than his need of her light.

with galadriel, it's about the impossibility of reconciling her love for halbrand with her hate of sauron (as a metaphor, it's about her desire for power vs. her gaze on the light). with sauron, it's about the contradictory nature of his love (or whatever we call it) for galadriel being expressed through worship vs. ownership.

sauron was at his happiest when he followed her lead while being halbrand, her subservient follower. but the moment she refused him, he dragged her into the mind-palace and started his possessive antics.

and the thing with galadriel is that her single greatest desire is *power*, she wants to be a leader and a ruler. and sauron *genuinely* wants to give her that... he was truthful (and galadriel knew it) when he said that he *alone* could see her greatness to such an extreme extent.

on the other hand, sauron's single greatest goal is to "heal" everything... yet he fails to heal anything. except for when his presence was truly healing for galadriel while he was with her as halbrand!

another thing both wants is understanding. they see each other and know each other's mind. and they recognize themselves in one another. galadriel is never *fully* accepted by anyone... other than sauron (and finrod). all of sauron's relationships are based on deceit... except for halbrand's relationship with galadriel. they are one another's ultimate truth, ultimate fulfillment of all desires.

they are literally perfect for each other and that's bc they are one another's mirror, and that's why they were able to create a connection that's above everything and everyone in the world. they are bound cosmically, bound by the sea and bound through nenya. and now by blood.

in short, sauron admitting that he wants to put morgoth's crown upon galadriel's head so that he can make all middle-earth worship her is my favorite thing from the entire show and im sure it will remain that way.

[nellasbookplanet]

The fandom god discussion is interesting, but I feel it’s sometimes hindered by an unwillingness to separate gods from mortal society, or even a sort of over-eagerness to project our own reality onto them, which simply doesn’t work. I've seen the gods referred to as rulers or tyrants demanding worship (which I kinda understand because it’s something Ludinus says in-game, though it’s funny to see fandom corners confidently repeat the inaccurate talking points of the antagonist) but more interestingly I've also seen them referred to as a higher/the highest social class, as colonizers imposing themselves on mortals, the raven queen specifically as new money. Overall these comparisons tend to talk about the gods and their actions regarding Aeor in the past and predathos/the Vanguard in the present less as if they're about saving their own lives and more as if they want to preserve their powerful position.

The gods, by their very nature, are above mortals. They cannot be compared to any mortal ruling class because they didn’t choose or strive for that power and cannot feasibly get rid of it/step down/redistribute it (nor do they actually in any sense rule; killing the raven queen, unlike killing an actual queen, will not end the 'tyranny' of death), they simply have it by virtue of being gods. Saying that’s unfair or unequal and that the gods should be killed because of it is akin to saying it’s unfair a mountain is bigger than you and demanding it be levelled, except the gods, unlike mountains, are living, feeling beings who shouldn’t have to die because some people can’t stand the idea of not always being top dog. Thing is, the gods themselves ultimately understood this power imballance and that they can't help but hurt Exandria the way humans can't help but step on bugs, and thus removed themselves from the equation by creating the divine gate. Saying this isn’t enough and that they're clinging to power is just demanding they line themselves up to be killed.