#the righteous are scarcely saved

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1 Peter: "If The Righteous Is Scarcely Saved..."

For it is time for judgment to begin at the household of God; and if it begins with us, what will be the outcome for those who do not obey the gospel of God?  And “If the righteous is scarcely saved, what will become of the ungodly and the sinner?”  Therefore let those who suffer according to God’s will entrust their souls to a faithful Creator while doing good. 1 Peter 4:17-19 Judgment Day, the…

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ೃ⁀➷ wild at heart ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ rick grimes x greene!reader headcanons

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header!

╰┈➤ as the middle greene sister, you possessed the fierce loyalty of maggie, the eldest, tempered by the gentle quietude of beth, the youngest. the bond between the greene sisters was as thick as the bark of an oak tree, strong and enduring. though you welcomed a few close friends into your life, it was in the company of maggie and beth that you discovered solace and understanding, a sanctuary from the world. you and beth being the daughters of your father’s second wife made no difference to maggie, all that mattered was that you were flesh and blood, a greene.

╰┈➤ when the outbreak began, your world unraveled. acquaintances and friends went missing or left the georgia countryside, resources were scarce and so your focus on your education was abandoned for the sake of your family, you could not leave your father’s farm, it wasn’t safe, despite your father’s belief in that a cure could be found. your days were spent hauling haystacks and knelt over the rich soil, your skin burning beneath the scorching rays of the sun.

╰┈➤ it had been a peaceful morning when he arrived, a man stained in his dying son’s blood and blue eyes clouded with terror. you were drinking chamomile tea on the porch with maggie when your brother-in-law, otis, came rushing, gasping for air, yelling that a boy had been accidentally shot in the chest and needed medical treatment. maggie would go find your father, you would go help the man with his son. he said nothing then as you took the pallid boy in your arms, you would briefly look into the eyes of the man. his gaze and the distress etched onto his white face told of the love he bore for his young son.

╰┈➤ you would not learn his name until later that night, the man was rick grimes, once a sheriff from a nearby county. in the spare room where the boy had been laid for your father to deal with the bullet shards in his chest, rick had been sat by his son’s side since he arrived. with his head hung low and skin drained dry of color, he would speak to you as you inserted the needle into the crook of his elbow for the blood transfusion. “when will your father begin with the operation?” rick slurred out. he had given far more than the safe amount of blood, you would not answer his question concerning the procedure as you were unsure and didn’t want to worry him any further, but you would warn him about the danger of donating more blood. as weak as he was, rick shook his head and stuck his arm out for the next transfusion, stating that carl was his son, his life was worth little without his family.

╰┈➤ when shane broke the news that otis was mauled by walkers on the mission to retrieve the necessary supplies to save carl’s life, you broke down in tears. maggie was left distraught and left the farmhouse to grieve on the porch, beth locked herself in her bedroom and wept all night, you would go on to assist in the bullet fragment removal in spite of your anguish, you had responsibilities that could not be forgotten in the name of misery. rick would come find you after the operation had been completed successfully, “i’m sorry about otis, he was a good man.” the grave weight of his tone left no doubt of his sincerity. you thanked him for kindness and expressed that you were simply grateful otis had not died in vain, but to save a child’s life.

╰┈➤ life returned to its more mundane state, only it was not only her family present, but rick grimes and the entirety of his group, living half a mile or so from the family farm. you had met some of them, but it was rick grimes who caught your interest. he was a true southern man, family-oriented and self-righteous in his beliefs, but you didn’t find that to be an unappealing characteristic. you were coming to realize that in dire times such as these, honor was something humanity desperately needed to cling onto.

╰┈➤ maggie knew you as if you were the palm of her hand, she would tease you endlessly for your little crush on the former sheriff. flustered, you would retort by bringing up her growing relationship with glenn rhee, to which maggie would toss an apple at you for your mockery. you were somewhat ashamed and tried your best to keep your affection for rick buried in your heart, as not only was he two decades your senior, but he was married to a woman named lori and had a young child. though there were times when you questioned how happy his relationship with his wife was, but you figured it was your fascination with him that clouded your judgment.

╰┈➤ you tried your best to push aside your feelings for rick, but days turned into weeks, and your sentiments toward him only became more serious. you were shy around him, a stark contrast to your usual demeanor which was lively and friendly. rick would go on to jest, saying, “you’re as quiet as a damn mouse.” the mirth in his eyes meant he was only joking, but your father would overhear this conversation in passing. when rick left to go deal with personal matters, your father would stop you, warning you that you should stay away from rick grimes. when you argued that he was a good man and your relationship with him was innocuous, your father shook his head, telling you they would have to leave sooner or later, he was responsible for his family, not for these strangers who indulged in their strained resources. you would accuse your father of being inhumane, of essentially sending them away to die, and would refuse to speak to him the rest of the day.

╰┈➤ you would come to find out that because of a botched plan to secretly meet between maggie and glenn your father’s secret barn harboring walkers was discovered by rick and his group. rick’s so-called best friend, shane, demanded with a great deal of aggression that all the walkers be slaughtered for everyone’s safety, but these were your friends and family. your father had explained these people were merely ailing, and that once he found a way to treat them, they would return to their previous state, a notion you were becoming to doubt. yet, you still held to a sliver of hope that your mother and your brother could be saved. rick came to confront you about this revelation when you were returning from the chicken coop, “you knew the entire time? and you didn’t say anything?” the question angered you, and for the first time since he had arrived, you were not so enamored by his charm. you answered that your father knew his best how to handle his affairs and went about your daily routine of chores, but you would be distracted as you picked root vegetables and swept the kitchen floor.

╰┈➤ it was the next morning you woke to the sound of gunfire and wailing, terrified, you hastily pull on your leather boots and head outside to find your father’s barn full of walkers, its old wood tattered by bullets and the rotten corpses of family and friends left on the gritty dirt. shane walsh had decided to take matters into his own hands and kill every walker in the barn. you collapsed seeing beth cradling your mother’s barely recognizable corpse. rick would rush to get you to your feet, trying desperately to reassure you, but you pushed him aside and crawled to your sister’s side. when your mother’s corpse began to twitch and her jaw hung open, growling, she reached out to grip beth with thin claws, rick would raise his pistol and shoot her in the head. you then came to grasp what a walker truly was, they were not alive nor sick, that creature who attempted to kill your sister was not your mother, your mother was dead, your brother was dead, the corpses you saw were a monstrous husk of what your loved ones once were.

╰┈➤ your father would disappear from the farm, presumably to return to alcohol to cope, and beth was left in a catatonic state. you stayed in the farmhouse, isolating yourself as you tried to come to terms with what had occurred. it was later that evening when there was a gentle knock on your bedroom door, you were surprised to open it and reveal a rather fatigued rick grimes, standing there with a furrowed brow and a slight frown. he asked if he could come inside and you let him in. you donned only a lace nightgown that fell right below your knee and your long hair was worn loose, tumbling about your shoulders. “i wanted to say how sorry i am for what went down today. i might have been wary about the barn situation, but what shane did… that was no way to handle this.” you were silent for a minute, then told him that he was right about the walkers, they weren’t sick, they weren’t alive, and you couldn’t comprehend how her father didn’t know that. you questioned if he was perhaps in denial, unable to deal with his wife and son’s passing. rick was uncertain himself, but assured you that regardless of any mistakes your father made, he loved you and your sisters dearly. with tears welling in your eyes, rick would instinctively pull you in for an embrace in an attempt to console you, an act that was unexpected, but not unwelcome by any means.

╰┈➤ when he pulled away, you bid him farewell and wished him a good night, kissing him lightly on the cheek before he left. he smiled at you, “i’ll have your father back at home before dawn.” his gaze lingering on you before he headed for the doorway. maggie happened to come to check on you as rick left, he acknowledged her with a nod and headed for the staircase. your sister cast you a harsh glare, saying while she trusted you and rick, you should be cautious in such treacherous times, that others might not see their relationship as so innocent, especially his wife. you didn’t say anything, maggie gave you one last bit of advice before leaving, “don’t let a married man in your room at night.”

a/n: i apologize if this was a little light on the romance, however if you guys to do wish to see multiple parts i promise there would definitely be more between rick and the greene sister! let me know if you want to see a certain era such as the prison arc or alexandria arc, i chose the greene farm for the setting as season two is my personal favorite from the walking dead. i also write for many other the walking dead characters so be sure to check out my masterlist and let me know if you have any requests! 🤍

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Rewind 2023 - Follower Recs Part II

WangxianFicRecs - Rewind 2023

Before the year ends, we want to share more recs of your favourite stories that were published this year. All these recs were submitted to WangxianFicRecs anonymously and most of them without further comments, so you will have to check them out yourself~

Rewind 2023 - Follower Recs Part I

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After I Met You

by Amandyalmonds

M, WIP, 78k, Wangxian

Summary: "They’re not going to go through with the marriage proposal though, right?” Jiang Cheng reasoned. “You’re ours. And surely the Lan sect wouldn’t want a huli jing, let alone the famed Hanguang-jun.” “Exactly," Wei Wuxian said with a grin. "The Lans are too stuck up to know how to handle someone like me, and they won’t risk forcing their precious Hanguang-jun into such a marriage.” Or, after the end of the war, Wei Wuxian is offered as the last known huli jing to marry into the Lan royal family. The only problem is that Wei Wuxian has never met the man he's marrying, and he's not sure he'll survive in a palace with over three-thousand rules.

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it rains, it pours

by jublis

Not rated, 130k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian dashes across the distance that separates him from his husband, like a child running through the dark as if that would lessen its existence. He grabs Lan Zhan’s hand and holds the arm close to his side, to a soft breath of laughter. “Come on, Hanguang-jun,” he half-whispers, because the atmosphere seems to call for it. “Light the way for us.” (Wei Wuxian has scarcely known fear to be gentle — and still. It's as if there’s something murmuring down the hallway, behind the closed door, next to the window in this howling storm: I’m here, I’m here, I’ve always been here…) Or, as Wei Wuxian starts to look into the reasons behind the unsettling notion that something is not quite right, something else starts to look back.

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Take My Pieces, Make Me Whole

by InTheGreySpaces (@inthegreyspaces)

M, WIP, 203k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Wangji reunites with Wei Wuxian in Yiling only to discover that their union in Xuanwu's Cave nearly three years ago had an outcome he never could have anticipated. Instead of leaving the Burial Mounds that evening, Lan Wangji stays, and his actions set in motion a series of events that will save Wei Wuxian and the Wens. But first, he must battle Wei Wuxian's own lack of self-worth, the clutching hold the resentful dead are determined to keep on their champion, the greed of Jin Guangshan, Jin Guangyao's machinations, his own Uncle's unbending disapproval, and the hatred of the Cultivation World. However, friends and allies are found in the least likeliest of places, and eventually, there is a light at the end of the single-log bridge.

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The Housewife's Guide to Causing Chaos

by dvasva (@dvasva)

M, WIP, 127k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: “Of all the rotten luck I could have!" Outside, in between the gentle embrace of an imposing misty mountain and the caress of soft wind, stood the Cloud Recesses. It wasn’t a section that Wei Wuxian had recognized from his time in the sect, but the motifs of clouds and cranes in the buildings, the impeccable feng shui and carefully manicured paths, and the utter silence as the sect members slept peacefully, all burned themselves into Wei Wuxian’s eyes. No wonder the curtains were so firmly nailed to the walls! Any bit of demonic energy escaping the room could call down a veritable army of righteous cultivators! What sort of person in their right mind would dare to summon a spirit into their own body using resentful energy in the Cloud Recesses of all places? What kind of person would scoff so rudely at the Lan Clans most important rule, ‘Do not fraternize with evil?’ After being dead for four years, Wei Wuxian wakes up in a body he doesn't really feel comfortable with, in a place that he's sure wants him dead, and married to a man who surely hates him.

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A Hop, Skip, and a Jump

by Prince_Enby (@enbiart)

T, WIP, 47k, Wangxian & LSZ/OYZZ

Summary: Two years after the events of Guanyin Temple, the Junior Quartet unknowingly walk into an array during a night hunt, and walk out into the middle of a war. None of them are even slightly prepared to deal with the opportunity dropped into their laps - and yet, despite it all, Ouyang Zizhen's biggest concern is somehow still the fact that everyone thinks he and Lan Sizhui are married.

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fans for hanguang-jun

by saltyfeathers

M, 21k, Wangxian

Summary: “What I mean,” Wei Wuxian repeats with as much gravitas as he can muster, “is that every single day in their marriage bed, the Yiling Laozu sp—spears open the most esteemed Hanguang-jun on his—his mmmmmmonster cock!!!” wei wuxian gets kidnapped by a team of belligerent bottoms.

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not wx in the fic

ruin this on me

by loosingletters (@loosingmoreletters)

E, 2k, MXY/WWX/XY

Summary: Mo Xuanyu raises his head from Wei Wuxian’s shoulder to mouth at the exposed skin at his neck, leaving bruises and red stains from his lip balm. He forewent the white foundation today; it is more of a hassle in bed than an enhancement, and he carefully avoids the delicately painted huadian from smearing. Wei Wuxian exhales, not quite a moan yet, and Mo Xuanyu grins against his skin before biting down. The Yiling Laozu is a kind master, sweet to his heir and family, but he is not a gentle man. His breathing hitches at the sudden pain, an approval on its own. Or, Mo Xuanyu pays special attention to his sect leader and shixiong.

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the past drifts away with the waves

by thelastdboy (@thelastdboyy)

E, WIP, 28k, Wangxian

Summary: The next time Wei Wuxian became aware of his surroundings and was able to form semi-coherent thoughts, Wen Zhuliu had just finished tying weights to his feet. Both his arm and his back were still bleeding and he felt as if he had been flayed. “Should I make it quick?” Wen Zhuliu asked him, offering a small mercy. But Wei Wuxian shook his head. “Give me your worst,” he snarled, his teeth coated in blood from where he had bitten his tongue at some point. “I will come back to end you all,” he promised darkly. “Very well,” Wen Zhuliu merely said and drowned him. Or: Yu Ziyuan cuts off Wei Wuxian's hand to appease the Wens. He gets drowned in the lake behind Lotus Pier and resentful energy transforms him into a river spirit. After avenging his own death, he finds his way to Yiling.

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this story plus the lovely podfic

if this one could be ransomed

by harborshore

T, 2k, Wangxian

[podfic] if this one could be ransomed

by jennisaisquoi (@jennisaisquoi79)

T, 10-20 Minutes, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Wangji is too late to save A-Yuan. Sick with grief and pain, he throws himself back in time to try again. But he goes back too far.

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a thousand lifetimes

by SapphyreLily (@sapphyrelily)

G, 2k, Wangxian

Summary: Immortal Sizhui doesn't always go looking for the reincarnations of his fathers, but they always find him, in the end.

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As I seem to be on the theme of when Cas and Dean fell in love.

Story - Did I ever tell you how I gripped you tight and raised you from perdition?

Pairing - Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating - Mature

Word Count - 1,867

Summary - After they save Cas from the empty, he and Dean start a relationship. On their wedding night Castiel decides to recount the story of how he pulled Dean from hell, and how he fell in love with the righteous man he was destined to save.

“You remember my first words to you in the barn?” Castiel asked, arms around Dean as he lay resting on him. They had just made love for the first time after their wedding, an affair so small that they only had the priest for the service and Sam as a witness. He made scarce not long after, knowing from their looks that Cas and Dean wanted to go to the nice hotel they booked and consummate their marriage.

Not that they hadn’t been consummating their relationship for a long time.

Fatigue was pulling at his mind as he rested his head on the warm man behind him. He wanted nothing more than to sleep, but his curiosity was now piqued. Keen to see where Cas was going with this. He turned his neck, cheek resting on his husbands pec so he could get a better look at him. Cas chuckled at the look of confusion clouding those gorgeous green eyes. He leant down, tenderly taking his husbands lips in his own. Smiling when they broke apart moments later.

“The first time we met?” Dean replied, unconsciously grabbing Castiel’s left hand, pulling it in front of him and placing gentle kisses on his knuckles before pulling away and examining the ring finger. Where there now lay a simple, but elegant, white gold ring. He couldn’t believe after 12 long years, and after almost losing one another forever when Cas was taken by the empty, that they had made the commitment to love each other for the rest of their lives. Dean kissed his hand tenderly again before draping it around his chest until it rested on his shoulder. Sagging even further into the grip of his husband.

This was the happiest he had ever been in his life.

“Yes, the first time we met. In the barn, after I saved you from hell.” He was shifting from underneath him now, manoeuvring them so they were laying side by side, facing one another. Cas clasped Deans ring hand and pulled it to his heart, enjoying the feeling of the slightly warm gold against his chest. A broad smile adorned his face, recounting the memory in his mind as if it was a happy one.

When Dean looked back at that time all he could remember was the fear as he was faced with this unknown entity claiming to be an Angel of the Lord. An entity that could turn the eyes of a human into liquid with just one look; that could make somebodies ears bleed just by trying to talk to them. An entity that would bring his wings out as a show of intimidation behind him. Fear at being told his raising from the pit had been a command from God himself.

He had to admit though, that little confused head tilt was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.

“What about them my sweetheart?” With their new position he could now run his hands softly up his husbands sides, enjoying the small whines he was eliciting from his loves lips. Before Cas answered he leant down and kissed Dean tenderly.

“Did I ever tell you how I gripped you tight and raised you from perdition?” Those words still had an effect on Dean that made him shiver. They rarely spoke about his time in hell, or how Cas saved him. For years he was plagued by nightmares of his tenure there. How he went from tortured to torturer, slicing pieces of souls for his tormentors, for Alastair the demon that took him under his wing. As time passed the nightmares faded but he still didn’t want to discuss what he did, how his actions were the start of the apocalypse. When he and Cas begun a relationship, some of the nightmares returned. His brain associating his lover with that traumatic moment in his life. When he awoke from them screaming Cas held him close, murmured words of love and comfort until he would fall back asleep. His patience and love got him through, and that’s why he knew he would get through this conversation.

He shook his head, bringing his hand up to his left shoulder, lamenting the loss of the handprint, a mark of claim from the man he loved. Castiel smiled softly, bringing his arms around Deans waist, running his hand up his lower back softly to indicate it would be okay.

“When I found you in hell, I expected to find you on the torture racks. It shocked me to see you had submit to Alastair and had now become the torturer.” Dean hid his face in shame at the words, only lifting his eyes when Cas pulled his chin up. They had never broached this subject before, and Dean feared how his husband would see him. But those beautiful blue eyes showed nothing but understanding and love. He swallowed his shame down when Cas bought his hand up to cup his cheek. Smiling to show him that they could get through this. Everything would be okay.

He believed him.

“I remember approaching your soul. Angel blade in hand, ready to fight any demon that stood in my way. But none did, they submitted. A surprising turn of events considering how many of my brethren I lost on the way to finding you.” There was a small look of grief on his face. Wanting to comfort him Dean moved forward and pressed a soft kiss to those lips he loved so much. Reaching up and lacing his fingers around the hand still laying on his cheek. He nodded, a silent indication Cas should continue. “When I got to you. I saw a haunted man who had been broken. One who had picked up the knife in a bid to stop their own pain. You claimed you enjoyed hurting other souls, but nothing in your eyes suggested that to me at the time. Those green eyes still spoke of hope. They were a light in that terrible darkness.”

Unconsciously Dean had drifted closer to Cas, now resting his head on his chest as he listened to his husbands words. He let out a shaky breath, waiting for Cas to continue.

“Alastair was there, by your side with that twisted smile on his face. As I stood pleading with you to come with me, he laughed and goaded me. You told me you didn’t deserve to be saved, you were at home in hell and these were your kind now. I was resolute though, I was not leaving without you. Not when I had come so far, and lost so much, in my mission to save you.

“There was a shift when Alastair realised I wasn’t going to leave empty handed. The demons who had stood by and let me through now advanced on me. There were too many for me to take down at once. I managed to ‘gank’ a few, as you would say.” Dean snorted with laughter, imagining his husbands dorky little air quotes as he said the word gank, causing Cas to grin a little before continuing his story.

“I knew if I didn’t take action I would be lost in the depths of hell, an unsatisfactory place for an Angel. I grabbed your wrist but you wrenched away from my grasp, hissing in pain and demanding I leave as you didn’t deserve to be saved.

“Lost and out of ideas, I got close enough. Pulling your back to my chest, running my arm over just below your neck and gripping your left shoulder in my hand.” As he recounted the way he held him in hell, Cas started to mirror it in real life. Turning his husband so his back was nestled against his chest, his arm across his body. When he placed his hand over the left shoulder Dean gasped. It was psychological, he was sure, but when Cas touched him there an incredible pleasure would shoot up his body. Like a spark of electricity. He felt feather light kisses against his neck and shoulder, causing him to groan softly and move to give Cas more room.

“As I held you close your soul reached out to my grace. It was as if we were a perfect balance of one another, yin and yang. It was that moment I wanted you all to myself Dean. I didn’t care if you had a higher purpose as Michaels vessel, I just wanted to claim you as my own. I had never felt so complete with another being.” He growled, biting down a little on Deans neck, causing the ex-hunter to moan in delight. He loved when Cas became all possessive.

“I clutched you tight to my chest and flew you out of the pit. Leaving behind the screams of Alastair and his demon flock. During the ascent your head lulled back and you stared at me with those gorgeous green eyes, with a look of awe and love.” Reflecting Cas’s words, Deans head lulled back against his husbands shoulder, who bought his free hand up to tenderly grab his chin. “This look, this is the moment I knew our bond was profound, and you could feel it to.” He caressed Deans lips with his own briefly before finishing his story.

“Once we got to Earth, I repaired your damaged body and soul. But that hand print, my one of claim, I couldn’t bare to heal it at that moment. I needed those in heaven, on earth, and in hell, to know that you, Dean Winchester, were mine and mine alone. And today, I finally made good on that promise.” There was a snarl in his voice as he bent down and nipped at Deans neck again, causing him to gasp, eyes fluttering shut, enjoying the sensation of his husband running his lips down his neck and shoulder. He felt a hand dance down his abs towards his interested member, not caring they had finished making love less than an hour ago.

“I have loved you from that moment in hell when I wrapped you in my arms, and I will love you for the rest of eternity. On Earth; and in heaven.” Emotions had gotten the better of Dean, small tears started to fall down his cheeks. He laughed slightly before wiping them away, turning his head again once he had.

“I am always thankful you’re the one who saved me. I will love you for eternity to my Angel.” He whispered before they kissed passionately, knowing this kiss was only going one way. All thoughts of fatigue had been wiped from Deans mind, wanting to feel connected to his Angel in every way possible.

After that confession they made love multiple times throughout the night. In between kissing and touching one another, unable to be apart for too long.

It wasn’t until the next morning Dean thought through those words again, and confessed the secret he had been holding for 12 years.

When he looked into Cas’s eyes for the first time whilst being raised, in that moment, he realised he had already fallen in love with him.

He had always loved his Angel, and he would for all eternity.

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Christ's Sacrifice for the Ungodly

For when we were still without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. For scarcely for a righteous man will one die; yet perhaps for a good man someone would even dare to die. But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Much more then, having now been justified by His blood, we shall be saved from wrath through Him. For if when we were enemies we were reconciled to God through the death of His Son, much more, having been reconciled, we shall be saved by His life. And not only that, but we also rejoice in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received the reconciliation. — Romans 5:6-11 | New King James Version (NKJV) The Holy Bible; New King James Version®. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved. Cross References: Daniel 9:25; Matthew 13:15; John 3:16; John 15:13; Romans 1:18; Romans 3:5; Romans 3:25; Romans 4:25; Romans 5:1; Romans 5:3; Romans 8:32; Romans 8:34; 2 Corinthians 5:18

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Christ died for the Ungodly

[beeceit]

Leonardo, come down here, and put that back

You ever get too into the short character study you meant to leave in the tags of someone else's post and accidentally write a 1033 word one shot told in the second person about someone else's character meeting yours?

Haha me neither, anyways... here's my take on what I think it would be like for LDC Leo and POB Uncle Nardo to meet <3 Bonus points if you catch all the other peepaws referenced

@nani-nonny teehee

Out of all of the bizarre situations you’ve found yourself in over the course of your life, this ‘peepaw multiverse convention’ was certainly far up there. 

Dozens of alternates of yourself and your former brothers, even some Aprils (though not many) stand around chatting, recounting stories, showing off their little selves.

Most of them seem to get on fairly well, splitting into little groups like a highschool cafeteria.

Well, what you imagine a highschool cafeteria looks like, you’ve never been.

There’s the smart ones, the cool ones, the tired ones. And, inevitably, the class clowns.

Some booty shorts wearing jackass covered in stickers keeps chucking empty waterbottles and paper airplanes at your head. You can't tell if he genuinely doesn’t realize that you could kill him easily if you wanted or if he just doesn't care. 

He's wrapped around his own Mikey now, the weight that constantly dragged on his shoulders, on every Leonardo’s shoulders, almost vanished from that single touch. Lucky bastard.

You had your own Mikey once. You fucked that up, too. Pushed him away. Twisted yourself until you could scarcely be called brothers anymore. And still, after it all, in his desperate final act of life he tried to save you. Not only you, the stupid selfish blueprint that became you.

That useless arrogant child you once had been.

Everything you've been through, everything you've lost, it was all your own fault. It was his fault. You can see the cracks in the armor. The foundational flaws that will lead him down the path to becoming you. Distantly, you think maybe you could still save this world's version of your family if you just get rid of the common denominator.

You can't mistake this as justice, though. As a good deed. You don't want him dead as a precaution, you want him dead for revenge. You're selfish, self-righteous, focused. In him you can see the son you used to be. The part of you that was a brother, a friend, the part that has long since faded in your chest glows so brightly in him. But you must extinguish it. He deserves this. You both deserve this.

The new guy gives you a look that you don't understand. 

Oh, right.

You shake yourself out of the memory. Out of the corner you find your own counterpart engaged in a very one sided conversation with another young Leo, a feral looking one legged creature with the conversational skills of a busted up talking tom. Some part of you is glad he seems to be making friends. 

God, you felt old. And this place didn’t have nearly enough alcohol to even begin to process… that whole situation. You turn back to the new guy. It’s been a while since any of them got this close to you. Most of the other Leonardos herded their littler ones away from what had been deemed ‘naughty gay peepaw jail’, which is the stupidest name they could give your self-imposed little angsting corner, but maybe not inaccurate.

You finally identify the look the new one’s giving you. It’s pity.

Disgusting.

He's young. Too young to be here, you think, as if you could really be the judge of that. He's not even 30 yet, hasn't even reached 6 foot. Still has 2 arms. Ah well, for now, at least.

He's too happy.

Something in his scarf makes a chirping sound. 

The new guy, Nardo you’ve heard him called (And god, you used to be Nardo once upon a time), reaches in and pulls out a small creature, hardly bigger than an oreo. You’d almost have thought it was a strange rock if you hadn’t seen the little tail emerging from under his shell thumping against Nardo’s hand. Nardo chuckles and kisses his head with such tenderness.

“Bitty, buddy, you weren’t supposed to wake up from your nap just yet.” The tiny thing babbles indignantly but is quickly quieted when Nardo rubs a finger against his cheek and under his chin.

It’s disgustingly cute.

And disgustingly familiar.

You’ve seen the family photo album, seen the pictures of your own father (former father) snuggling up against an incomprehensibly small version of yourself the exact same way. You’ve seen a handful of Leonardos with children of their own, amalgamations of turtles and rabbits (why so many rabbits?) and humans and different sorts of turtles. 

That’s not just a Leonardo’s baby, that’s a baby Leonardo.

He was so helpless and small. Precious, fragile, innocent.

But he was still a Leonardo.

You had been like him once, before, you knew you had. How had such a sweet little creature become the murderer that ended the world? Nardo held Bitty out to you, cupping his hand to keep him securely held. You made eye contact with the child for less than an entire second before he chirped, frightened, and nuzzled back into Nardo’s palm, shaking.

Nardo frowned and pulled him back to his chest, stroking his shell with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, he’s never reacted to anyone like that before. I’m sure he’ll warm up to you eventually, he’s just still tired.” He was afraid of you. Terrified. You hadn’t so much as said a word to him and the child saw right through you. Even an infant was able to see the blood on your hands. 

His wet afraid eyes matched your own counterpart’s scarily well. The chirps of fear and your own Leo’s screams overlapped. Would you have done the same thing if your counterpart were so small? You don’t think you would, but then again, at Nardo’s age you wouldn’t have thought you’d do a lot of the things you’ve done.

“Hey, uh, you okay? I gotta get the little guy somewhere a little quieter for a minute, but I can come back. I’m sure I won’t have any trouble finding someone to watch Bitty for me, I’ve already had to fend off at least eight kidnapping attempts this morning.” Nardo looked at you with concern, genuine concern, even after you scared his baby. He really was too young to be here. “Don’t worry about me, just go.”

“Oh, uh, alright. I’ll see you later?”

“Pray that you don’t.”

[proxissima]

Izuku Midoriya vs Overhaul

POV Izuku:

Chisaki would never go easy on me! At the same time, he'd never give up Eri. There's no time to waste... I'll finish this quick!

Back then, I couldn't take Eri's hand to lead her away from danger... No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't save her then. But now, we fought and prepared for this moment! We will save her this time! Whatever the cost!

I can't afford to lose here! Not now! Even if Eri doesn't want to be saved, meddling when you're not supposed to in the name of justice is the essence of being a hero!

_

POV Overhaul:

Young people these days worry me so much. You're all infected with Hero Syndrome! I'll fix that though. Eri is the core of my plan, and I won't let you have her. Now stand down and await the cure.

That power... it reminds me of All Might. That self-righteous man boxed the boss and the rest of the Yakuza into a corner. I was hoping that his retirement and broken body meant the world wouldn't have to deal with such dismal heroics ever again!

Please, excuse Eri, young hero. It seems she's become too wilful. I'm sure she'll make herself scarce now that I've scolded her. Children sure are a mystery, huh. They think they have free rein. That they can be or do whatever they want.

Credit to RageVG on Reddit for extracting the files from the game.

[General Overview]

[nazorneku]

♡ // For Estinien and Vincent

The more awake time was spent in contemplation, the swifter the veil of bewilderment dispersed. Upon rousing from slumber, the memories of his were bereft of familiarity and comprehension, yet eventually the events of the past reemerged, revealing faces long-forgotten. Amidst the ceaseless cacophony of whispers carried by the ghosts shuffling along the deserted streets, there was one the hunter could distinguish. A fiery woman and a skilled warrior, they met prior to catastrophic events that claimed the land completely. "She is confused and bewildered now, as she knew only her duty and followed orders of the Choir... I was once like this before." A scarcely audible voice described the red-haired female in front of him, devoid of resolve and fervor, now only guided by a sole want to locate a lost sibling, with whom they parted. How much did she remember? Was he recognized at all? In that dying world, mayhap he alone could recollect what transpired, whose mind was touched by the healing hand, granting clarity and purpose.

○○○○○ | ATTRACTION ○○○○○ | AFFECTION ●●○○○ | INTEREST ●●●○○ | LOYALTY ●●●○○ | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

In a habitual manner hands were placed across his chest, whilst the man wordlessly beheld the golden city from his vantage point. Since the moment dragons and men forged peace, the need to deploy draconian warriors diminished, save for occasional trips to quell the danger of wild beasts. Such utterly uncomfortable idleness wasn't known to common men, who eagerly celebrated the end of the war, those destined to fight would not find solace in peace. That sentiment found home within a soul of another warrior, cursed, but proud. An admiration and mutual respect soon bloomed between the two, yet there was no denial of a thread of melancholy, following her. Her status clashed with her peculiar circumstances, begetting resentment. " 'Tis a hefty burden placed upon her shoulders. And her merit and resolve will be tested." The presence of her brother was a soothing one, the knight could only hope his flame would not flicker...

Upon Shattering, the land transformed, bringing forth incomprehensible corruption, change and death. Where once was aureate glow, now stretched the pools of scarlet rot and deadly blossoms peppered its edges, as the vestiges of gold leisurely faded. There was no rest for the righteous. And the draconian anew was commanded to arise, to cull the corrupted, to cross the fog to the Lands Between, to stand before the Elden Ring. Thus his path eventually crossed with hers, stirring memories and awakening still slumbering consciousness. Her persona could scarcely be forgotten by the knight, an imprint on his soul was left ineradicable; immensely so that the madness she currently was engulfed in pained the man. "Time was not kind to you, old friend. Your sorrow, confusion and pain— my spear will end it all." The gloved hand tightened grip upon his weapon, a tarnished gaze was lifted at the female in front of him, as with deliberate and confident strides he was shortening the distance between them.

●●●●○ | ATTRACTION ●●●●○ | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

&. what my muse thinks of yours || @scarletrotted

[hiswordsarekisses]

“Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will scarcely die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die— but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Since, therefore, we have now been justified by his blood, much more shall we be saved by him from the wrath of God. For if while we were enemies we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, now that we are reconciled, shall we be saved by his life. More than that, we also rejoice in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation.” Romans‬ ‭5‬:‭1‬-‭11‬

Return to your Stronghold,

you prisoners of hope…

(Zec 9:12)

[elperegrinodedios]

Y "si el justo con dificultad se salva, ¿en donde aparecerà el impìo y el pecador?".

=📖=

And if the righteous scarcely be saved, where shall the ungodly and the sinner appear?

lan ✍️

[bylagunabay]

Scripture for Busy People

FEWNESS OF THE SAVED

1 Peter 4:18-19: “For the time has come for judgment to begin with the household of God; and if it begins with us, what will be the end of those who do not obey the Gospel of God? And ‘If the righteous man is scarcely saved, where will the impious and sinner appear?’”

[karlcain-123]

In 1997. 27 year ago 20th century the 1900s. (1997 ). Digital camera's and picture video mobile phone handsets weren't i invented then where not around and STDs like Aids were scarce not around much in Wigan. So I had a narrow escape , I survived their Evil Goodbye ha ha haIM NO CHARITY CASE , I don't. Want any of all your money give it to charity's instead , THE NSPCC or THE TERENCE HIGGINS TRUST , I have survived all these years all by my self , I don't need no pity or help from no one. , I am self sufficient I am INDEPENDENT I AM STRONG , , I will survive you ,I will SURVIVE YOU ALL , I am celibacy CHASTISEMENT. I am 100% no STDs. I am UNAVAILABLE , IN THE NAME OF THE LORD MY GOD HEAVENLY HOLY FATHER SON AND HOLY GHOST , YOU ARE UGALY INSIDE AND OUT. , when god looks at a man or a woman , he doesn't look at the physical bodys looks the physic he looks at the spirits inside the man or woman , if you are a nasty piece of work VULGAR , UNCLEAN SPIRIT who uses BAD UNCLEAN swear WORDS NASTY ATTITUDE'S TO OTHERS insulting or Rude to others. He looks to see if you have a pure heart righteous or wickedness heart he looks to see if you have evil intentions false pretences. Or are good hearted kind to others nice polite helping others , GOD DOESNT LOVE ONE MAN OR WOMAN MORE THAN another , HE LOVES THEM ALL THE SAME A RICH MAN OR A POOR MAN THEY ARE ALL EQUAL IN THE EYES OF THE LORD OUR GOD HEAVENLY FATHER AMEN. Be WARNED YOU WILL BE JUDGED KARMA IS COMING SOON. AMEN . KCAINI AM 100%. INDEPENDENT. I SUPPORT MY SELF , I do my own cleaning my own laundry prepare my own meals wash and shower all by myself. , , FAR AWAY FROM HERE. , I do not need support I am 100% INDEPENDENT And I support my self in December this year 2023 I will be 50 years old. , those enemies of mine are Dirty nasty jealousy toxic and bogus corrupted and CROOKED ,And they are having sexual relationships with Underworld gangsters , I prayer A CURSE OF GOD ON ALL OF THEM ( WITHERED FIG TREES ). MOUNTAIN GILBOA. AMEN KCAIN GOOD BYE. I AM HEALTHIER THAN ALL OF THEM. , I HAVE NO STDS. AMEN. THEY ARE THE SCUM OF THE EARTH ABUSED ALL THERE TRUST POWER AND POSITIONS IN THE WICKED SYSTEM OF THINGS . AMEN my guardian Angels my faith which I possess will never let evil men or evil women like that any where near me again to physicaly or phycologicaly abuse or hurt me ever Again. HALLALLULLYA AMEN. KCAINI HAVE DECIDED TO STAY PUT HERE ,TODAY IS DAY 5 NO WORDS PHYSICAL SOUND WAVES. , I FEEL GOOD SPIRIT'S 👍 , I AM STRONG 💪 SPIRITUALY STRONGER THAN BEFORE IN GOD MY CREATOR , I AM WINNING , THE EVIL 😈 IN THE BACK GROUND OF MY LIFE IS MY ENEMY'S. I WILL BE REIMBURSED BY GOD MY HEAVENLY FATHER FOR EVERY THING I HAVE SUFFERED , BOGUS CORRUPTIED INDIVIDUAL'S ALWAYS GET FOUND OUT. ( SACKED ) DISEMPLOYED THEN PUT BEHIND BAR'S JAILED THEM SELVE'S. , NO WORDS PHYSICAL SOUND EVER AGAIN. I AM IN SURVIVAL MODE I AM AT WAR THEOLOGY I LOVE ❤️ YOU LORD OUR GOD FATHER SON HOLY GHOST 🙏 AMEN 🙏 🙌 PRAISE GOD THANK YOU HALLALLUYA AMEN THANK YOU JESUS FOR SAVING ME AGAIN .AMEN .KCAIN 27TH MAY .

[fandoms-rants]

Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten & Andriel Quotes Part 1:

(Quotes that remind me of (and/or I think they would say in canon or fanfics which I hope someone will write) Andrew, Neil or both of them and/or therir relationship)

Draw weapon, draw blood. (Andrew)

Aim at nothing you’re not willing to destroy. ((Andrew)

If your opponent believes they have the upper hand, break it. (Andrew)

“Si vis pacem, para bellum” (If you want peace, prepare for war.) (Andriel)

“Right and wrong are justifications people invent to assuage their guilt, Reap what you sow or burn the field down; those are your only choices.” (Andrew)

"Fair is a complexion or a carnival—not a right." (Andriel)

"Young blood, heaven need a sinner/ You can't raise hell with a saint" (Andriel)

“I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.” (Andriel)

I cannot make speeches Emma. If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.” (Andrew to Neil)

''I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion.” (Andriel)

“You are my weakness, losing you is my greatest fear, your love is my most treasured possession.” (Andriel)

 “He was sunshine; I was midnight rain.” (Neil about Andrew)

"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red." (Andriel)

“He never spoke about love, he gave it.” (Neil about Andrew to the Foxes and everyone else who doubts Andriel)

“I do a thing called what I want.” (Andrew)

“You treat me wonderfully and you keep your promises.” (Neil to Andrew **and Andrew to Neil**)

“Lady don’t do that, I’m crazy as hell; I have 27 people living in my head and every one of them was getting ready to beat the hell outta you .” (Neil to the general Populace, especially reporters post-canon)

"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other." (Andrew)

“The three things that cannot be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.” (Andrew)

“To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.” (Andriel)

"Love is a power, but it does not save your soul. You do. So let's give her a love worth dying for, worth fighting for and lying for and repenting. Let's give her a love worth living for, and let's make it herself." (Andrew)

‘I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.' (Andrew to Neil)

“I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.” (Neil to Andrew)

“He was a righteous man. Heaven had blessed him with a clarity of vision in matters of good and evil. His judgement was absolute. His compassion was without boundaries, his mercy was divine mercy, and his anger was the wrath of God.” (Andrew)

Don’t ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness. (Andriel)

“Sometimes you have to play the role of the fool to fool the fool who thinks they are fooling you.” (Neil)

“No one ever said that the just were nice.” (Andrew)

“I feel like a part of my soul has loved you
since the beginning of everything. Maybe we’re from the same star.” (Andriel)

“Devotion is absolute. Love is eternal.” (Andriel)

“I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.” (Andriel)

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.” (Andrew about Neil)

“So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange — no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.” (Neil to Andrew)

“My heart made its choice, and it chose you.” (Andriel)

*WARNING: About copyright, Quotes come from various places(ie. FanFiction, Tv, Movies, Music, Pinterest) so use in your own fanfic stories at your own.. I can’t think of the word but you know what I mean.*

**EDIT: After some thought I realized that Neil is the only who who seems to understand what the deals and promises Andrew makes means to him and how close and true Andrew holds himself and others to it. Neil is the only one who keeps his promises to Andrew and I don’t imagine that changing post-canon.**

[mimi-cee-hq]

Do you sometimes feel God’s voice tell you not to do something, and then you go do it for the 5 billionth time? And then afterwards, you feel awful and feel as though you failed God and yourself, again.

And yes, this whole situation is me. I feel awful and I don’t know what to do to make me feel whole again with God.

thanks in advance! :’)

Oh anon. I most certainly can relate to this and I think all Christians can. Psalm 51, I find, eloquently expresses those feelings. (Seriously, I encourage you to read it.) I'm going to share some passages in Scripture to let the Word of God speak to you instead of what "Mimi says."

*****

Isaiah 53:4‭-‬6 ESV

Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted.

But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed.

All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned—every one—to his own way; and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.

Ephesians 2:1‭-‬10 ESV

And you were dead in the trespasses and sins in which you once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience— among whom we all once lived in the passions of our flesh, carrying out the desires of the body and the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, like the rest of mankind.

But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved— and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus.

For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.

Romans 5:6‭-‬11 ESV

For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will scarcely die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die— but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

Since, therefore, we have now been justified by his blood, much more shall we be saved by him from the wrath of God. For if while we were enemies we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, now that we are reconciled, shall we be saved by his life. More than that, we also rejoice in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation.

*****

I encourage you to think about these passages, reread them, learn what the words mean if any are unfamiliar to you, and meditate on them. And keep asking the Lord to help you through this.

Also, try your best to find a good local church if you already don't go to one. God wants us to be in community with other believers to teach and encourage each other about things like this. And (like what I usually say) I also want to encourage you to study the Bible for yourself to understand what it says.

I'm praying for you!

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Peace with God Through Faith

1 Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. 2 Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. 3 Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, 4 and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, 5 and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.

6 For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. 7 For one will scarcely die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die— 8 but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. 9 Since, therefore, we have now been justified by his blood, much more shall we be saved by him from the wrath of God. 10 For if while we were enemies we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, now that we are reconciled, shall we be saved by his life. 11 More than that, we also rejoice in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have now received reconciliation.

Death in Adam, Life in Christ

12 Therefore, just as sin came into the world through one man, and death through sin, and so death spread to all men because all sinned— 13 for sin indeed was in the world before the law was given, but sin is not counted where there is no law. 14 Yet death reigned from Adam to Moses, even over those whose sinning was not like the transgression of Adam, who was a type of the one who was to come.

15 But the free gift is not like the trespass. For if many died through one man's trespass, much more have the grace of God and the free gift by the grace of that one man Jesus Christ abounded for many. 16 And the free gift is not like the result of that one man's sin. For the judgment following one trespass brought condemnation, but the free gift following many trespasses brought justification. 17 For if, because of one man's trespass, death reigned through that one man, much more will those who receive the abundance of grace and the free gift of righteousness reign in life through the one man Jesus Christ.

18 Therefore, as one trespass led to condemnation for all men, so one act of righteousness leads to justification and life for all men. 19 For as by the one man's disobedience the many were made sinners, so by the one man's obedience the many will be made righteous. 20 Now the law came in to increase the trespass, but where sin increased, grace abounded all the more, 21 so that, as sin reigned in death, grace also might reign through righteousness leading to eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. — Romans 5 | English Standard Version (ESV) The Holy Bible, English Standard Version. ESV® Text Edition: 2016. Copyright © 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers. Cross References: Genesis 2:17; Genesis 3:6; Genesis 3:19; Psalm 119:116; Isaiah 27:5; Isaiah 53:11; Daniel 9:24; Hosea 6:7; Habakkuk 3:18; Matthew 5:12; Matthew 6:14; Matthew 13:15; Luke 21:19; John 1:17; John 3:16; Acts 15:11; Romans 1:18; Romans 3:20; Romans 4:25; Romans 6:1; Romans 8:23; Romans 11:32

What does it mean that while we were still sinners Christ died for us?

Key Passages in Romans 5

1. Being justified by faith, we have peace with God; 2. and joy in our hope; 8. that since we were reconciled by his blood, when we were enemies; 10. we shall much more be saved, being reconciled. 12. As sin and death came by Adam; 17. so much more righteousness and life by Jesus Christ. 20. Where sin abounded, grace did superabound.