#stumbling

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MacGyver (2016), s2e9

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Hudson and Rex 6x07

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In Blossom : Episode 29

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Hakubo no Chronicle Ep 06

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~ Eight Biblical Tests for Decision Making ~

[momentsbeforemass]

Perfect

In the parable of the wedding feast (today’s Gospel), the invited guests refuse to come. So the host opens the feast to anyone (“Go out into the main roads and invite whomever you find”).

One of the people who responds isn’t properly dressed. So he gets thrown out. 

Wait. What?

You invited people off the streets. And then you’re mad because one of the “whomever you find” folks wasn’t walking around in formal wear? How does that sense?

Let’s unpack the parable. The host? That’s God. The invitation? It’s the invitation that God extends to each of us. To be saved, to be who He made us to be, to come Home.

And the wedding garment? It’s our response to God’s invitation.

If we want to accept God’s invitation – to be saved, to be who He made us to be, to come Home – then we have to respond.

Does that mean that we have to earn it? Does that mean we’ve got to do the right things and say the right things, so that we can be good enough to not get thrown out?

Not in the least. This isn’t about perfect performance. But we do have to respond.

So what are we supposed to do? It’s in today’s Psalm.

Here’s what God is looking for in a response from you and me – “a contrite spirit, a heart contrite and humbled, O God, you will not spurn.”

Not a heart that’s perfect. Not someone who has it all figured out.

But a heart that’s trying. A heart that’s taking that first stumbling step towards God.

Don’t wait until you think you’ve got it all figured out before you turn your heart towards God (reality check – no one ever does get it all figured out). And God loves you too much to wait.

Turn your heart towards God as you are. Now.

Don’t let the perfect be the enemy of the good. God doesn’t.

Today’s Readings

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Fright Night (2011)

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Kraven the Hunter

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@whumpgifathon | Day 19 Alt prompt: Heat Exhaustion

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine 2x15 Paradise

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the wedding present or sugar and the posies

i still don't have an appetite but old power pop feels like it was created just to sustain me in this moment

last night i dreamt that cults had formed around giant witch's ladders that i had strung on hidden places and i had to pretend i hadn't made them

tonight i'm going to try eating korean dumplings and a frozen mango bar

[tildeathiwillwrite]

June of Doom Day 7

“What happened?” / Nightmare / Isolation / Stumbling

Prompts List | Event Masterpost

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 300

Tag List:@juneofdoom @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion

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CW: nightmare, isolation, darkness referenced captivity, chains, hallucinations, panic attack, stumbling, questioning reality

A/N: First week done! 🎉

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It was dark.

Dark. And cold.

Whumpee shivered and curled into a ball, the chains around their wrists and ankles clinking and clattering on the stone ground.

Alone.

Trapped.

No one to hear, no one to speak to, no one, no one, no one….

The silence and the darkness pressed in on them, a suffocating, choking blanket that threatened to snuff out all conscious thought.

Silence.

Darkness.

The cold, hard floor.

The metal chains.

Pulsing headaches from lack of food and water.

Alone.

Alone.

Alone.

Whumpee snapped awake, gasping, a tangled mess in their blankets. Their breathing came in ragged gasps, and when they finally threw off the blankets, they found them soaked from sweat. The familiar burning sensation in their nose appeared, and Whumpee angrily swiped at the tears that began to drip… drip… drip down their face.

The darkness in their bedroom swirled with imaginary shapes. The outline of the cold cell. The chains on the floor. Whumper’s face….

Whumpee rose and stumbled across the room, tripping over their blankets and nearly slamming face-first into the wall before they caught themself. Their fingers scrabbled over the wall, their panic rising by the second until… thankfully… they found the light switch.

Just their bedroom. They were no longer in the cell.

They were safe.

Whumpee slowly sank to the floor, back against the wall, tears still flowing down their face. They hugged their knees to their chest, staring blankly at the floor.

Safe.

It was remarkable how easy it was to remember that simple word, yet so difficult to actually believe it. As if some small part of Whumpee thought that the bedroom was the dream and the chill, dank cell the reality.

No. This is real. I am safe.

If only their subconscious could believe that was true.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Do Not Judge Your Brother

1 Receive him that is weak in the faith, but not for passing judgment.

2 For one believes that he may eat all things: another, who is weak, eats herbs.

3 Let not him that eats despise him that eats not; and let not him who eats not judge him that eats: for God has received him.

4 Who are you that judge another man's servant? to his own master he stands or falls. Yea, he shall be held up: for God is able to make him stand.

5 One man esteems one day above another: another esteems every day alike. Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind.

6 He that regards the day, regards it unto the Lord; and he that regards not the day, to the Lord he does not regard it. He that eats, eats to the Lord, for he gives God thanks; and he that eats not, to the Lord he eats not, and gives God thanks.

7 For none of us lives to himself, and no man dies to himself.

8 For whether we live, we live unto the Lord; and whether we die, we die unto the Lord: whether we live therefore, or die, we are the Lord's.

9 For to this end Christ both died, and rose, and revived, that he might be Lord both of the dead and living.

10 But why do you judge your brother? or why do you despise your brother? for we shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ.

11 For it is written, As I live, says the Lord, every knee shall bow to me, and every tongue shall confess to God.

12 So then every one of us shall give account of himself to God.

13 Let us not therefore judge one another any more: but judge this rather, that no man put a stumbling block or an occasion to fall in his brother's way.

Do Good to Your Brother

14 I know, and am persuaded by the Lord Jesus, that there is nothing unclean of itself: but to him that esteems anything to be unclean, to him it is unclean.

15 But if your brother is grieved with your food, you no longer walk in love. Destroy not him with your food, for whom Christ died.

16 Let not then your good be evil spoken of:

17 For the kingdom of God is not food and drink; but righteousness, and peace, and joy in the Holy Spirit.

18 For he that in these things serves Christ is acceptable to God, and approved of men.

19 Let us therefore follow after the things which make for peace, and things with which one may edify another.

20 For food destroy not the work of God. All things indeed are pure; but it is evil for that man who eats with offense.

21 It is good neither to eat meat, nor to drink wine, nor anything by which your brother stumbles, or is offended, or is made weak.

22 Have you faith? have it to yourself before God. Happy is he that condemns not himself in that thing which he allows.

23 And he that doubts is condemned if he eats, because he eats not of faith: for whatever is not of faith is sin. — Romans 14 | King James 2000 Bible (KJB2K) The King James 2000 Bible, copyright © Doctor of Theology Robert A. Couric 2000, 2003. All rights reserved. Cross References: Ruth 3:14; Psalm 34:14; Ecclesiastes 11:9; Zechariah 14:21; Matthew 7:1; Matthew 12:36; Matthew 13:21; Mark 7:2; Mark 7:19; Luke 1:1; Luke 18:9; Acts 10:15; Romans 2:1; Romans 8:38; Romans 15:1; 1 Corinthians 8:8; 1 Corinthians 8:11; Philippians 2:10; Titus 1:15; James 4:11-12; 1 Peter 2:12; 1 Peter 4:5; Revelation 14:13

Notes: A judgment day is coming for Christians when Christ will examine all our works. He will determine which of our deeds were worthwhile and which were worthless.

Key Passages in Romans 14

1. Men may not condemn one another for disputable matters; 13. but must take heed that they give no offense in them; 15. which the apostle proves unlawful by many reasons.

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Avatar the Last Airbender (2024) 1x06 "Masks"

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Hannibal, s1e11

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"take me with you" + stumbling + too weak to move

day 21 of @whumptember

692 words

warnings: captive whumpee, signs of abuse, neglected whumpee

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Hero’s house is cold and dark, keeping Villain on edge as he sneaks down the basement hallway. He pushes open a door and peeks past the door frame. 

Hero sleeps soundly in her bed, blanket drawn up to her chin and a calm expression on her face. Villain rolls his eyes and closes the door again, making sure he doesn’t make a sound. 

He moves down the hallway and pushes open another door, frowning when the light from the moon reflects off a toilet. He sighs and starts to close the door again, but stops when he sees a thick chain across the floor. 

Cautiously, he opens the door enough to walk into the room. He closes the door behind him and turns his flashlight on, shining it through his fingers to dim the light as much as he can. Following the chain, he looks behind the shower curtain and nearly gags. 

Curled up in a small ball, Henchman stares up at him. The chain is latched to a cuff on her ankle and the skin is rubbed raw. She whimpers and tries to curl more into herself, the chain rattling noisily against the marble tile. 

Villain shakes his head and squats down in front of her, “I’m not gonna hurt you, but you need to stop moving. You’ll wake Hero up.” 

“No, no, no,” she murmurs, staring blankly at him. “I didn’t know, you have to-you have to trust me. I didn’t know.” 

He reaches out to wipe the tears from her face, but stops when she tenses and closes her eyes, “Know what?” he asks gently, “What didn’t you know?” 

She doesn’t answer. 

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head to clear it, then looks at his watch. “Shit,” he mutters. He stands up and looks back at Henchman, eyes lingering on the bruises littering her skin. “I’m running out of time.” 

“No,” she begs, reaching out to him, “Take me with you.” 

“I will, I just…have to get something first, ok? I’ll be right back. Don’t make a sound, Hero needs to stay sleeping.” he whispers. 

He turns the flashlight off and opens the door again, leaving it open enough so he doesn't have to turn the handle to get back in. 

The next room is locked, Villain curses and kneels in front of the handle and picks the lock as quickly and quietly as he knows how, just loud enough to make it take twice as long with him stopping after every click and scratch. 

Suddenly, the lock clicks open and Villain coaxes the door open, wincing as it creaks. Once it’s open enough for Villain to slip past, he walks into the room and turns on the computer and plugs the flash drive in. After an absurdly long thirty seconds, the computer beeps and Villain pockets the flash drive. 

He leaves the room and pushes back into the bathroom, barely waiting for Henchman to open her eyes again before grabbing her ankle and finding the lock. She winces and tries to pull her leg back, but even with the loose grip he has on her, she’s too weak. He swiftly picks the lock and lets the cuff clatter onto the marble before taking Henchman’s arm and helping her stand. 

She falls, hands gripping Villain’s shirt to keep standing. He mutters quietly and wraps an arm around her waist, ignoring her grunt of pain when he presses his hand into a scab. Her cheeks puff out from her trying to keep quiet and she buckles over in pain. 

“I…I don’t think I can walk,” she whispers. 

Without a word, Villain puts his other arm behind her knees and lifts her up. He runs out of the bathroom, not worrying about the noise. Up the stairs and out the front door before Hero’s nightside lamp turns on, Villain huffs with effort to put Henchman in the car without jostling her anymore than he already has. She stays quiet, only making a noise when he’s too rough. 

He mutters apologies and closes the door, then jumps into the driver seat and speeds away just as Hero’s door opens.