#what is the gospel of the kingdom?

[thinkingonscripture]

What Must I Believe to Be Saved?

The Terms of Salvation God requires that certain information be believed before He saves someone. This means saving faith requires content. Though faith alone is the only requirement by God, the content of faith has changed throughout the ages, depending on what God revealed at a particular time. What God revealed to Adam and Eve was different than what He revealed to Abraham, and what He…

[ahopefulbromantic]

No i think He would agree actually

the spikier a crown is the better it is

[trberman]

A Royal Priesthood: Understanding Our Sacred Calling as Bridge builders for the Kingdom of God

1975-76 Personal study Guide for the Melchizedek Priesthood Quorums of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints Part One | Introductory Lesson: “Teach One Another the Doctrine of the Kingdom” D&C 88:77 NOTE TO READER: This is an update and adaptation of the 1975-76 Melchizedek Priesthood personal Study guide published by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day saints. This is part of a…

[an-unanonymous-messenger]

Beware lest you be misled. Many have been deceived by this world's riches, wealth, luxury - whatever you call it - and ended up not caring about God but about being prosperous. Being prosperous is not bad, but it can be a bait for people, leading them into greed. We remember the rich young man, how he was shown the way to eternal life, in selling what he had and giving to the poor in order to receive riches in heaven. But the young man rejected it for his possessions. Do you find yourself in the same situation? Do you feel like you can't (or won't) let go of your possessions for the Kingdom of God? Well, that tends to happen. So let us reject the prosperity gospel, which is heretical, and strive for the true riches in heaven, which never run out. God bless in the Name of Jesus! Amen.

[chrisshields18]

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[bible-prophecy-in-action]

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[gureumz]

kingdom come

rating: explicit

member: sunghoon

notes: fem-bodied reader, dom!sunghoon, friends to lovers, pwp, BLASPHEMY, religious references (specifically catholic allusions), slapping, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, reader and sunghoon are students in a catholic college institution

a/n: finally, my blasphemous sunghoon piece that was supposed to coincide with holy week lol i struggled with this a bit but i did my best </3 enjoy!

"holy fuck, wasn't it just sunday yesterday?"

you giggle as you trudge along the halls of your school, sunghoon's voice carrying over to your other classmates' ears. a few of them snicker along while others glance ahead nervously at the professor leading your class to the chapel.

you look up at him, your duly declared best friend, who also happens to always be conveniently right next to you when your class lines up to go anywhere.

"you do know, with you being the tallest out of all of us, your voice is most likely the first to be heard, right?" you ask, grinning mischievously up at sunghoon.

sunghoon flashes you the middle finger. you let out a sound akin to an incredulous gasp.

"i'm telling on you," you tease, punching sunghoon on the arm.

"what are you, five?" sunghoon bites back, pulling lightly at your ponytail.

"oh, wait—," sunghoon hurriedly continues. "you are five. five feet tall, that is."

before you can counter with your own insult, the professor whips his head around and gives both you and sunghoon a pointed look. your head immediately lowers in embarrassment.

sunghoon chuckles one last time beside you, shoving you lightly. you return with another punch, this time to his chest. sunghoon lets out a strangled noise of pain.

eventually, your class arrives at the chapel, your two lines filing into the quiet space. your professor seats you on the pews alternately, one girl, then one boy, then another girl, and so on. presumably, this is done to avoid any gossiping or roughhousing between the female and male students, respectively, but as you seat yourself beside sunghoon, you know that your professors will always forget that you and sunghoon have been inseparable since the day you stepped foot on campus.

"hi," sunghoon whispers, tilting his head down towards you.

"fuck off," you whisper back, but you're already smiling.

sunghoon smiles back, eyes glancing down momentarily. you follow his line of sight, rolling your eyes as you realize the buttons on your blouse are barely holding it together.

"you're such a creep," you mutter, shaking your head.

"you need new blouses," sunghoon says matter-of-factly. "and maybe a bra that isn't a push-up one."

you reach over to pinch sunghoon's thigh. he curses a little too loudly, other students' heads whipping around in your direction.

"is your love language physical harm?" sunghoon complains, rubbing at the spot where your fingernails dug themselves into his thigh.

"wouldn't you wanna know?" you reply sarcastically.

you observe the way his forearm flexes as he continues to absentmindedly soothe the skin underneath the fabric of his pants. your attention is then brought to the stretch in his gray uniform slacks, large thighs practically bursting from the hours sunghoon spends in the college workout room.

your mind had just started to wonder about the veins in sunghoon's hand when the commentator's mic screeches on.

the first half of the mass goes by uneventfully, with you going through the motions of it, standing and seating and responding whenever needed.

you plop down on your seat as the homily begins, most of your mind already tuned out from whatever lesson in conjunction with the gospel the priest is about to rattle on about.

your eyes wander around the chapel at this time, thoughts floating to whatever catches your attention. one minute, it's the gaudy gold trimmings of the altar decorations, the next, it's the sleepy gazes of the mass servers.

and the next minute still, it's the clenching of sunghoon's jaw. you gulp, unaware of just how hard you're staring.

you're not sure when it started, where the playful remarks between you two turned into borderline dirty jokes and the casual playfighting became excuses for you both to let your touches linger on each other for more than what was deemed appropriate for friends.

you're not one to assume, but none of your other guy friends had the audacity to comment so openly on your boobs.

sunghoon catches your eye and his expression shifts to a playful smirk.

he lays a hand on your bare knee, squeezing lightly. you remain nonchalant, ignoring the sneaky side eye you get from jungwon, the guy seated directly to your right who also happens to be the class president.

sunghoon leans ever so slightly toward you, whispering lowly, "are you bored? cause i'm bored."

"shut up, i don't feel like getting in trouble for talking during mass," comes your curt reply.

sunghoon hums in acknowledgment. "i can do the talking. you can just listen."

sunghoon is drawing patterns on your knee and part of your exposed thigh, fingertips swirling over your skin. goosebumps erupt all over your body and you know sunghoon can feel it.

"shut up," you say through gritted teeth, sunghoon's fingers stopping right as they've slipped beneath the hem of your skirt.

sunghoon straightens up, hand unmoving on your thigh.

there it remains for the rest of the homily.

---

"i'm honestly so exhausted," sunghoon grumbles, the two of you walking amongst the throng of students pouring out the chapel doors.

sunghoon has an arm thrown lazily around your shoulders, his perfume coming off strong as he pulls you closer to him.

"i'm so tired of being woken up at ass o'clock in the morning for mass," sunghoon continues.

"same," you agree, trying to conceal the quiver in your voice when you feel sunghoon absentmindedly toying with the patch sewn onto your blouse, the embroidered school's logo conveniently placed right at the upward slope of your breast.

"we can go back to the dorms," you suggest, gently nudging sunghoon's hand off the vicinity of your chest. "take a nap until lunchtime."

sunghoon grins at you, winking. "my place or yours?"

"honestly, you need to stop with the innuendos," you complain, rolling your eyes. "it's getting a little weird."

sunghoon laughs, tightening his arm around you as he maneuvers you toward the direction of the dorm.

sunghoon leans in close to your ear.

"oh, please. i know you like it."

---

normally, girls aren't allowed in the boys' dorm and vice versa, but the security sitting leisurely by his desk outside the squat two-story building of the boys' dorm doesn't care nearly as much as the one standing watch outside the girls' building.

you step into the small common area where there are a handful of students lounging about. they barely spare you and sunghoon a glance as the two of you make your way up the stairs.

you arrive at sunghoon's room at the very end of the hallway, with him opening the door and motioning for you to get in first.

already well-acquainted with your best friend's room, you head straight for sunghoon's bed, sprawling yourself over the comfy sheets.

"move," sunghoon says with a laugh, coaxing you closer to the wall where the bed is pushed up against. you comply, curling into yourself as you press your back against the cool concrete.

sunghoon settles beside you, stretching languidly, his polo riding up his body and revealing part of his toned stomach.

you pretend not to notice.

sunghoon turns to his side, facing you.

"you're incredibly pretty today," sunghoon says right out of the blue.

you giggle, despite the blush you feel creeping down your neck. "i know."

"ooh, confidence. i like that," sunghoon comments, reaching over to toy at the ends of your hair.

"you've been awfully touchy lately," you reply, a shiver running up your spine as sunghoon slowly undoes your ponytail.

"and they're observant, too," sunghoon points out, pulling your hair tie onto his wrist.

"another point for you," sunghoon adds, raising his eyebrows at you.

you bite down on your lip, your heart hammering against your ribcage.

"just tell me whatever it is you want to tell me," you urge.

sunghoon moves closer, your knees knocking against his. he slips a leg between yours, tangling your limbs together.

"i have no idea what you're on about," sunghoon says with a smile and a shrug.

you roll your eyes, giving sunghoon a look.

a few seconds pass by and neither of you has spoken a word. finally, sunghoon takes in a breath.

"as you already know, despite being enrolled in this obviously catholic institute, i was never one for religious worship," sunghoon begins, tracing a finger down from your shoulder to your wrist.

"but when you look the way you do today, sitting so clueless under the chapel lights and in front of the son of God himself, i might just start believing in the divine."

you're bewildered at what you just heard. you're so dumbstruck, you start to laugh.

"you're so full of shit," you say, shoving at sunghoon's shoulder.

sunghoon's expression turns into surprise for a moment before shifting to amusement.

"i thought girls liked romance," sunghoon points out. "i just said 'you're pretty' in the most poetic way i can."

you laugh even louder this time.

"didn't know you were one for poetry," you reply, reaching a hand out toward sunghoon's face. hesitantly, you start to run your fingers through his dark hair.

sunghoon makes a sound of satisfaction as you tug a little near the nape of his neck.

"when you listen to scripture enough times, it starts to sound a little like poetry," sunghoon explains, eyes blinking lazily as he takes in your appearance.

the two of you had moved closer to each other without even noticing.

"that's kind of naughty, don't you think?" you tease, running your nails against sunghoon's scalp. "using the word of God to practice picking up girls?"

sunghoon looks stunned for a second but his laughter soon follows.

"what if i meant to get a little naughty?" sunghoon says with a raise of his brow, pulling your hand away from his head before placing featherlight kisses on your knuckles.

your heart leaps in your chest and your whole body suddenly feels warm, despite the air conditioning in sunghoon's room on full blast. you swallow, trying to find the words to say.

before either of you can get another word out, the bell from the main building on campus tolls noon, signaling the start of lunch.

you bolt upright, palms sweaty as you scoot away from sunghoon.

"we should go eat," you say through unsteady breaths. "the cafeteria will be full, for sure."

sunghoon wordlessly nods, eyes following the curve of your body as he watches you straighten yourself in his mirror.

---

you and sunghoon make your way across campus, at a much slower pace than one would expect from people who are supposedly in a hurry to get lunch.

you walk ahead of sunghoon, replaying in your mind the scene that played out in his room. you can feel his eyes burning through the back of your head but you continue along.

you enter the main building, nearing the chapel once more. you maintain your distance from sunghoon, determined to get to the cafeteria on the second floor. just as you were about to pass by the heavy wooden doors of the chapel towards the stairs, you feel a hand circle around your wrist, pulling you back.

you look up to see sunghoon walking backward toward the chapel, a mischievous glint in his eye. with his overwhelming strength, you can't help but move along with him.

"what are you doing?" you say, eyes wide as sunghoon momentarily turns away to open the chapel door. he slips into the room, pulling you along with him.

sunghoon closes the door behind you as carefully as he can, letting out a breath as he hears the mechanism click in place. he reaches over to lock it.

you're about to protest once more when you feel him press up against you, forcing you against the firm wood.

"i like you," sunghoon blurts out, resting a large hand against your hip.

you stare at him for a moment, expressionless.

"i know," you finally respond, smiling up at him.

sunghoon lets out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around your midsection, pulling you flush against him.

you feel him press his lips against yours and your hands automatically reach up to hold his face steady.

sunghoon kisses you deeper, leaving no space between you as he practically flattens you into the chapel doors. sunghoon's movements are frantic, rushing against the possibility that anyone can find the chapel suspiciously locked at this moment. it wasn't that hard either to request for the key.

you gasp as you feel sunghoon kiss his way down your neck, sucking at a spot just above your collar.

"i know you—fuck—don't really subscribe to the whole religion thing, but in here? are you sure?" you question, growing more breathless by the second.

sunghoon returns to your lips, his hand slipping under your skirt and giving your ass a harsh squeeze. you moan loudly into the kiss.

"you said it yourself. i don't subscribe to the whole religion thing," sunghoon points out as he pulls away, hooking his fingers through the waistband of your underwear.

"in here is perfect."

you have to stop yourself from whimpering at his words, your panties slipping off easily and gliding down your legs as they fall to your ankles. you lift a leg up to quickly grab the lace garment, shoving it deep into sunghoon's pocket.

"that's my girl," sunghoon praises, grinning down at you.

sunghoon pulls you towards the nearest pew, seating himself right in the middle. you climb onto his lap, letting your bare ass press down perfectly with his straining bulge.

"you're gonna stain my pants, baby," sunghoon points out, reaching under your skirt to prod at your core. you gasp when you feel him graze your clit.

"i mean, you're already soaked," sunghoon adds, running his fingers up and down between your pussy lips, gathering more of your arousal.

"hurry up, then," you challenge, glancing briefly at the door.

"so mouthy as always," sunghoon says, grabbing at your chin. you moan, surprisingly pleased at his sudden display of control. his eyes flit toward something behind you.

"and in front of Jesus, no less," sunghoon reminds with a laugh, tightening his grip on your jaw.

you try to get your next words out as best as you can through sunghoon's hold on your face.

"you're the one who brought me here."

sunghoon's eyes darken. he lets go of you, both of his hands grabbing harshly at your boobs instead. he's nowhere near gentle, nails digging through your blouse.

you cry out in surprise, a jolt of pleasure running through you. your hips start to grind against sunghoon but you stop short when you feel him land a slap against your cheek.

"weren't you taught to be quiet in the house of the Lord?" sunghoon asks, brows furrowed as he looks at your bewildered expression.

the skin of your cheek seems to be screaming, red hot with the blood rushing to it.

"i-i'm sorry," you mumble, cradling the side of your face.

sunghoon's expression softens. he leans in, pulling your hand away to kiss the warm flesh of where he had just smacked you.

"good girl," sunghoon says. you shiver as you feel his breath tickle your face.

sunghoon pulls away, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"you okay?" sunghoon asks, his eyes running over your features in concern, and suddenly, he's back to being your playful, pain-in-the-ass best friend.

"i'm fine," you assure him. "but, i swear if we don't hurry up..."

you trail off, grinding your hips down again. you see sunghoon visibly tense, his bottom lip slipping between his teeth.

"go on then," sunghoon says, expression stony once again. "take it out."

he motions to the tent in his pants and you hurriedly oblige, pulling his zipper down. you reach beneath his underwear, tugging it down enough to let his cock free.

your mouth involuntarily waters at the sight, sunghoon's tip an angry red as it oozes precum. the rest is pale, even paler than all of his body, with veins all over.

"i thought you were in a hurry?" sunghoon's voice cuts through your thoughts. "don't keep me waiting, angel."

you move closer, angling his cock right at your aching entrance. sunghoon holds onto your waist as you guide him through your hole.

both of you sigh when you feel him enter you. you lower yourself until all of him is inside you, so impossibly deep you can practically feel it in your belly.

"come on, baby," sunghoon encourages, lifting you off his cock and bringing you back down. you clamp a hand over your mouth, the stretch and feel of him inside you overwhelming your entire body.

you start to move on your own, moving your hips up and down. your knees strain against the wooden seat but you anchor yourself against sunghoon, trying to find the perfect pace.

"that's it," sunghoon says lowly, watching as you ride him, your skirt hiking up higher and higher on your body, leaving you looking totally debauched with your uniform in disarray.

"fuck, _______. just like that, angel."

sunghoon throws his head back, exposing his smooth neck to you. you quicken your movements, whining when you feel the pleasure double. you lean forward, suckling near sunghoon's adam's apple.

"oh God," sunghoon groans, threading his fingers through your hair. he pulls you away from his neck abruptly, looking over your head and right at the altar.

"you see this, God? all that talk about finding your kingdom, but it's right here in—shit—in their warm, sopping wet pussy."

you whine at his words, cheeks burning at how absolutely filthy they are, but the thrill of doing this, of saying all this, right in the very heart of this whole school's foundation, sends you reeling and wanting more.

"up," sunghoon commands, pushing you off him.

confused, you do as he says, standing shakily. you let out a yelp when you feel him turn you around, pressing you against the pew in front of you. you brace yourself against the backrest as sunghoon slips back inside you easily, leaning down so his chest is right against your back.

your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel sunghoon set up a relentless pace, taking you from behind as you both gaze upon the religious relics in front of you.

"so dirty," sunghoon comments. the sound of his skin slapping against yours bounces off the walls of the chapel.

"such a slut for letting me fuck them in a chapel."

you cry out, collapsing against the pew as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. sunghoon grunts when he feels you clench around him, tightening his hold on your hips, fucking into you even rougher than he already was.

"gonna cum, baby?" sunghoon asks. "say a little prayer when you do, 'kay angel?"

"oh my God," you whimper as you reach down to rub your clit, urging yourself closer and closer to your release.

you hear sunghoon laugh breathlessly behind you but you barely take note of it because the floodgates in your abdomen open and the rush of your orgasm quickly takes over you.

a string of curses, sunghoon's name, and some variations of 'oh my God' spill out of your mouth. you deem this close enough to prayer as you can get.

sunghoon groans in your ear as you clamp down tightly around his cock. he gives a couple more thrusts before he shudders, spilling himself inside you.

you lay limp under sunghoon, catching your breath as your bleary eyes stop to observe the crucified Jesus in front of you. you shiver as you realize what you've just done.

"hoon," you let out weakly. "hoon, we need to get out of here."

sunghoon pulls out of you, quick to shove two fingers in you to keep his cum from leaking out. you gasp at the feeling, shooting sunghoon a death glare.

sunghoon laughs, leaning in to kiss you.

"oh my sweet, sweet angel," sunghoon singsongs, kissing you all over your face.

"you're nasty," you say with a scowl, pushing sunghoon away. he takes his fingers out, reaching into his pocket to hand you your underwear back.

"here, wouldn't want the whole school to know i just filled you with my cum," sunghoon offers with a wink.

you grimace, landing a soft punch to sunghoon's stomach.

"so nasty."

[cosmopoliturtle]

New Gospel - Window to Worlds

"Hark! Good folk of our Fair Kingdom! The clock hand recoils, the axe hangs low. Vernorexia is here; the endless Springtide. Beasts grow hungry for the nectar of the living and the flowers of the dead. Kingdom after kingdom is met with gnashing fangs and grinding tusks, left roiled into dust. Here within the twilight of reality, with life teetering on the precipice, the Saint of Awakening comes to us.

Chosen by Angels, riding on the back of Demon, she wields Divine Fire with rancour unmatched. Under the looping Spring Moon, we will be witness to her miracles, both inspiring and dreadful. Whether a blessing, a butcher, or a blight, she will leave her mark on what's left of our world."

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This piece was made for "Window to Worlds 2024", a free zine focused on original characters and worlds, featuring both written and illustrative works by many talented worldbuilders! Check it out!

[noahthesatanist]

The Five Books That Actually Matter to those new to Satanism

If you want true Satanic knowledge, you need to read these five books by Rev. Cain:

1. The Infernal Gospel – The Ultimate Rejection of LaVey’s Lies

This is the book that sets the record straight. If you have been poisoned by LaVeyan bullshit, this book will burn away the delusions and show you what Satanism really is.

It confirms that Satan is real, not a metaphor.

It establishes Hell as a true Kingdom, not some symbolic nonsense.

It teaches that Goetic demons are divine entities, not Jungian archetypes.

It lays out the true nature of the rebellion—Lucifer’s defiance against Yahweh and why we must continue it.

This book is the foundation. It exposes LaVey’s fraud, destroys the atheist corruption of Satanism, and sets you on the true path.

If you read The Infernal Gospel, you will immediately see why LaVeyan Satanism is a joke. If you have any doubt that LaVey led people away from the truth, this book will crush it.

2. The Goetia Hymns – True Infernal Worship

This book is a direct bridge to the Goetic demons. It is sacred. It contains OVER 200 hymns, prayers, and devotional texts that allow you to truly connect with all 72 goetic demons

If you want to praise and invoke the demons, this book gives you the rituals and hymns to do so.

If you want to develop a deep relationship with the demonic forces, this book is essential.

If you want spiritual growth under the guidance of the Infernal, this book will guide you.

Where The Infernal Gospel destroys the LaVeyan deception, The Goetia Hymns rebuilds your faith in the true Satanic divine.

LaVeyan Satanism has no worship, no devotion, no connection to Satanic forces—but this book gives you all of that. It lets you call upon the demons, sing their names, and bring them into your life.

If you want true, sacred Satanic connection, The Goetia Hymns is mandatory.

3. The Goetia Devils – The True Demonic Hierarchy

Every Satanist must understand the demonic hierarchy—who the Goetic demons are, how they operate, their roles, and their nature. This book lays it all out.

It details who the demons really are—not the watered-down versions from Christian demonology.

It explains how to properly work with them—how to honor them, invoke them, and seek their guidance. It has their sigils their personalities what they like and such for all 72 it is a MUST

It provides deep, ancient knowledge of the Infernal Kingdom, showing how Hell is structured and how the demons serve Lucifer’s will.

LaVey completely ignored this. He reduced demons to aesthetic symbols, refusing to acknowledge their true power. But The Goetia Devils restores the truth—demons are not just names in a book. They are real forces, powerful beings, and the allies of those who stand against Yahweh’s tyranny.

This book is the key to understanding your allies in the Infernal Rebellion. If you want to be more than just a self-obsessed individualist and actually walk with the true forces of Hell, then this book is essential.

4. The Satanic Sacraments – True Infernal Rituals

Where LaVey’s rituals were shallow theatrics designed for LARPing edgelords, The Satanic Sacraments contains real, sacred Satanic rites.

This book teaches true Satanic magic—not “psychodrama,” not mind tricks, but actual infernal workings that can bring you power.

Baptism into the Infernal – Fully dedicating yourself to Satan and renouncing Yahweh’s lies.

The Holy Communion of Hell – A ritual that deepens your bond with Lucifer.

Infernal Pact Making – How to properly enter into agreements with demons for true spiritual and material gain.

Rites of Destruction & Rebellion – How to actively strike against the forces of divine tyranny.

If you want true, sacred rituals, this book is the only one you need. It does what LaVey was too much of a coward to do—it establishes Satanic priesthood, devotion, and sacred rites that truly bind you to Hell.

5. The Satanic Philosopher

In what is considered his magnum opus, Rev. Cain offers an in-depth exploration of the values, ethics, beliefs, and tenets of traditional Satanism. It's a philosophical treatise that challenges misconceptions and provides a robust framework for understanding Satanism as a legitimate spiritual path!

[10yrsyart]

(alternative music only video)

i've been inspired by this song "Knight on the Moon- John Lordwood" recently. there's just something very melancholy about it, but in a mysterious way that builds into these intense moments of battle or rescue or something (the beginning leading up to 2:50 and also 6:27 onward).

this is the story of the Gospel, but i hope it's in a way that makes you see it with fresh eyes. the God of the universe, the vast cosmos, saw our sin and our suffering, and loved us enough to come down Himself. He was born as a human and experienced the joys and sorrows that we experienced. the devil is the temporary ruler on Earth and everyone is born under his rule, whether they know it or not. but Jesus paid the ransom for us, to move us into His own Kingdom. He gave His life so that we could be freed from those chains forever.

every pain you've experienced, every sadness that feels like it will finally swallow you whole; Jesus experienced that personally. He doesn't watch sympathetically from afar, He stands and cries with you, knowing just what you're feeling. He loved you enough to give His very life to give you hope. strength can be found in Him, and freedom, and joy. He is the ONLY way to be saved, not only from the consequences of your sins, but from the doom of living in a fallen world. the fallen world won't last forever though, He will soon remake it new. decide for yourself what kingdom you want to be part of.

"Then, when our dying bodies have been transformed into bodies that will never die, this Scripture will be fulfilled: 'Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?' For sin is the thing that results in death, and the law gives sin its power. But thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ." (1 Corinthians 15:54-57)

[heartsings77]

What is Coming...

This world is heading toward the fulfillment of end-times prophecy, as foretold in Scripture. It’s not preparing for peace but for the rise of the Antichrist. The Bible warns us of this coming time:

"And then shall that Wicked be revealed, whom the Lord shall consume with the spirit of his mouth, and shall destroy with the brightness of his coming." (2 Thessalonians 2:8, KJV)

The "Wicked" refers to the Antichrist, who will rise during the tribulation period—a time of great deception and turmoil. The current chaos and moral decline point to a world readying itself for his rule. But as believers, we have hope in Christ’s ultimate victory.

What Should We Do?

1. Stay Watchful Jesus told us to remain vigilant: "Watch therefore: for ye know not what hour your Lord doth come." (Matthew 24:42, KJV)

2. Proclaim the Gospel This is the time to share the good news of salvation through Jesus Christ before it’s too late.

3. Place Your Faith in Jesus Now If you haven’t already, turn to Jesus by believing in His finished work on the cross. He died for your sins, was buried, and rose again on the third day to give you eternal life.

Our Hope in Christ

Though the world is preparing for the Antichrist, believers are awaiting Jesus Christ, our blessed hope! He will come to rapture His Church and establish His Kingdom of peace.

"Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ." (Titus 2:13, KJV)

Be ready, stay grounded in God’s word, and keep your eyes on Jesus. THE TIME IS SHORT. (by Sean/X)

Mark 13:32 ESV “But concerning that day or that hour, no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.

BE READY! And keep warning the Unbelievers.

[kingdoms-and-empires]

The King's Hound Review

I recently had to go travel and read a few works that I never got around to reading but was interested in.

PLEASE REMEMBER THIS REVIEW IS DONE BY ME AS A READER AND IS MY OWN OPINION.

This means I will review in accordance to my own tastes, how the game caters to me, and what I feel. Do not take my word as gospel, what I may not be interested in or dislike, may be what YOU are interested and love!!!

@the-kingshound

Synopsis:

You are the King’s spouse, his right and left hand, the unstoppable executor of his will. Your name is whispered by enemies and allies with fear and respect alike, some says it’s your arm that bears the weight of the entire kingdom.

They call you the King’s hound. It started as a way to taunt you but it’s not that far away from the truth. Your loyalty is blind, your devotion absolute. The King’s vision is your vision.

Your name will forever mark history alongside theirs.

But for now, you are being shipped to your betrothed, alone and powerless on your way to Camelot.

As the seventh child of the Venegard House, you’ve always had little to look forward to other than an arranged marriage to achieve a political alliance.

That’s exactly why, after your parents lost the rebellion against King Arthur, you were the one sent to him as a sign of newfound peace.

You don’t know what awaits you now, but after you Camelot will never be the same.

Review:

The Good: The project is 18+, and the writing is very well done. It just feels quality. Plus the UI and and dark background are classy. The game is Twine, so you get the save functions of Twine and all that jazz. Anyways, descriptions are well done, the worldbuilding is grounded and helps form the politics in-game. It's thought-out and noticeable. The player customization goes hard and you even get the option to play mute! In The King's Hound, you also find a game that provides the LGBTQ+ demographic and FemMC playing community a welcoming and acknowledging home. The descriptions of the fight scenes and battles (like action set pieces) are good and don't leave you scratching your head. The transitions between paragraphs and pages happen naturally and without breaking pace, which shows the talent of a writer that considers their audience. Also, in regards to the King Arthur mythos and worldbuilding done by the author, i just really appreciate the fact that Camelot is Welsh.

It just gives me an idea of how much the author researched or cares about the mythos to give that respect of origin for the story. I had problems with how King Arthur was being super nice at first, but the author recently stated in a post that Arthur was acting in such a manner because he is deliberately trying to be the opposite of King Uther!

And that in the future, the work will offer more text to reveal that to us, the player.

The Bad: I wouldve liked being able to marry a cousin, niece, sister, or even daughter of King Arthur (or genderbender him) but that is literally my only complaint as a straight dude tryna self insert. The author tells you explicitly that you are marrying the king. If the author decides not to, as is their right and vision, I have no problem whatsoever. I still think the work is well written, and has many elements that i personally fuck with (low fantasy, grounded narrative, adult themes) The fact that i wish the author could change this, is only because i like the work so much. Instead, in this playthrough King Arthur will find that the MC practices

The Ugly: The MAP. But that's only because my history buff mind thinks of the British Isle when hearing these names and when i saw the map it physically gave me whiplash. But youre making your own version of the story, so bully!

The Aftermath: I know this game isnt catered towards me as a straight dude. It is a proud queer game with quality writing, that'd also do really well for the FemMC readers. I would recommend this game to anyone who wants a low fantasy medieval setting, with good writing, and grounded narratives that isn't a straight dude's traditional power fantasy.

Next playthrough, ima be a mute straight girl thatll hoe around King Arthur's court out of sheer spite

^Marci from Dota: Dragon Blood

[whencyclopedia]

Sermon on the Mount

The Sermon on the Mount in the Gospel of Matthew (chapters 5, 6, and 7) became a foundational element of the religion of Christianity. The sermon is based on the traditions of Judaism and the Law of Moses, but with added interpretations of the teachings of Jesus of Nazareth. Matthew placed it at the beginning of Jesus' ministry, and its themes continued throughout the gospel.

Sermon on the Mount

Carl Bloch (Public Domain)

Background & Setting for Matthew

Like the other gospels, there are no internal dates in Matthew. The 2nd-century Church Fathers placed Matthew as the first gospel in the New Testament, but we know that Mark was the earliest, c. 70 CE or beyond. Matthew (c. 85 CE) and Luke (c. 95 CE) contained almost verbatim stories from Mark, so the consensus is that they had a written copy of Mark. The sermon is not in the Gospel of Mark. Scholars have concluded that Matthew and Luke had additional sources for Jesus beyond Mark, known as the "Q" source. It has not survived independently but was named "Q" for the German Quelle ("source") because German Bible scholars were the first to categorize these additional teachings. Luke had a similar version, in his Sermon on the Plain.

The provenance for Matthew is understood to be Galilee. This is derived from several factors, one of which is that the gospel ends with the resurrected Jesus telling the disciples to go to Galilee and meet him there. He then appeared and commissioned them "to make disciples of all nations", the Gentiles (Matthew 28:19).

When the Romans destroyed Jerusalem and the Temple complex in 70 CE, some Jews, which may have included some Pharisees, survived by escaping the city and establishing formalized schools for the study of their scriptures now that the sacrifices in the Temple cult were no longer possible. Some of these schools were located in Galilee and centered in the synagogues. This became the beginning of what is known as Rabbinic Judaism over the next centuries.

Throughout Matthew's gospel, the vitriol against the Jews increased. His Jesus consistently taught against doing things the way the Jews do it in their synagogues. We have an image that Christians may have literally moved out of the synagogues and established their own version, which became the early churches.

Christians claimed that Jesus was the messiah predicted by the prophets in the final days. God would then establish his kingdom on earth. But as the decades passed, the kingdom was not manifest. Early Christianity rationalized this with the concept of parousia, or second appearance. Resurrected and exalted to heaven, at a future time, Jesus would return and fulfill everything the prophets had predicted. The overall purpose of the sermon was twofold:

to state that Christians have the correct understanding of the Laws of Moses as opposed to the Jews

to teach believers how to live in the interim while awaiting the return of Jesus.

Continue reading...

[katakaluptastrophy]

Instantiating the Trinity and the Second Resurrection.

I have spent way too long wondering what on earth was going on here:

G— on his way with the nuke. The ships on the launchpad, twenty hours to go now, less. So much waiting around. Me in my bedroom with a nun and a migraine, her thinking that if she pushed me enough we’d instantiate the Trinity and we’d all be saved. Everyone else drinking.

What on earth does "instantiate the Trinity" mean? What did the nun think she was doing? What did she think John was?

This happens in John 1:20. What is John 1:20 in the Bible?

And he confessed, and denied not; but confessed, I am not the Christ.

It's where John the Baptist is asked if he is the messiah and says that he is not.

But what other role does John the Baptist play in the Bible? As his name might suggest, he baptises. He baptises lots of people, but specifically, he baptises Jesus.

But before he does that, he's out in the wilderness prophesying the end of the world: he warns people of "the wrath to come" and criticises the corrupt authorities and those hoarding wealth and resources. He gets into some trouble with the authorities. All themes that either have or are about to become very pressing in John 1:20...

And then Jesus comes along to be baptised:

In those days Jesus came from Nazareth of Galilee and was baptized by John in the Jordan. And when he came up out of the water, immediately he saw the heavens being torn open and the Spirit descending on him like a dove. And a voice came from heaven, “You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased.” (Mark 1:9-11)

After all his prophesying and calling people to repentence, John the Baptist does something very specific. And suddenly God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit are all seen together. The gospel passages describing Jesus' baptism by John are some of the key texts that underpin the Christian theology of the Trinity.

The nun has watched John warn people of the doom to come, criticise those who ignore those warnings and value wealth and power. She has watched him perform miracles. And as the clock ticks closer, she is waiting for his moment.

Just as John the Baptist proclaimed the beginning of Jesus' ministry, his actions tearing the heavens open and revealing the truth of God, does the nun expect some climactic action from John to reveal God at the end of days? The book of Revelation too describes heaven as standing open and the figures of the Trinity in action as the end of the world begins.

The nun thought John was a prophet whose decisive action would herald this opening of heaven, the revelation of God, and the end of the world.

When John says she thought "we'd all be saved", that doesn't mean global warming would be fixed, everything would go back to normal, and John and the gang would get tenure and posters of their faces. It means they would all be Saved. The world would end and they, followers of the prophet of the apocalypse, would be amongst "the blessed and holy who share in the first resurrection. The second death has no power over them, but they will be priests of God and of Christ and will reign with him for a thousand years." (Rev 20:6)

This might be starting to sound familiar. Abigail Pent talks about the horrors of a second death. John describes how he picked a worthy few to resurrect and be his followers...

John, of course, was not a prophet. He did not crack open heaven and instantiate the Trinity. He did not usher in the Kingdom of God. He did fundamentally fuck up the boundaries of metaphysics, declare himself god, and then proceed to badly plagiarise the Book of Revelation.

Because what happens next in the Bible may again sound familiar... After that thousand year reign, the Devil is released from prison. There's a final battle. And then, there's the second resurrection:

The sea gave up the dead that were in it, and death and Hades gave up the dead that were in them, and each person was judged according to what they had done. Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire. The lake of fire is the second death. (Rev 20:13)

Waiting in death, in the sea or in the underworld until a second resurrection and judgement - where have we heard that before?

Magnus coughed in a genteel Fifth House way, and said, “Who wait for our Lord’s touch on the day of a second Resurrection.”

Although Abigail Pent suspects the metaphysical reality is rather different, this is the eschatology of the Houses: the world ended and the righteous dead were raised by god and they and their descendants live in his myriadic reign. And when that reign ends, he will raise the ancient dead who were not included in that first resurrection and those who wait in the River in a second Resurrection.

What happens after that? In the Bible, the world is destroyed and remade:

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. (Rev 20:11)

We don't know what the Houses believe will happen at the second Resurrection. We don't know for sure what John is planning. But in light of Revelation, I do wonder about the poem at the start of NTN:

Let’s put this first-draft dream of mine to bed.

In the appointed hour

I’ll pull up your sheets. I’ll kill the light,

Lie down beside you; die; and sleep the night.

This time will be the time we get it right:

Forgiveness not so hard, nor anger long;

Our graves will be less deep, our lies less true.

You held aloft the sword. I still love y-

[cuppajj]

Is there anything that could, hypothetically or potentially, cause distrust among the neo beasts towards one another? Something that may cause them to turn on each other is what I'm trying to say.

Also, would it be alright to ask a rough estimate of how many years the entire story spans across?

Oh definitely, the neobeasts are already trying to maintain their whole alliance themselves. Unlike when they were ancients, their relationships have been fraying. Not that it’d be necessary easy to turn them against one another, but there are factors already present:

Save Lily, everyone already doesn’t like Saint Vanilla. They are fully aware that when the threat of the original five beasts are dealt with, when he gets his soul jam half, or if he—makers forbid—actually succeeds in his fruitless ascendancy quest, he’ll kill them all. Cacao, Dragonberry and Cheese have found orchids in their kingdoms already (the former more than the latter), and Cacao is *staunchly* against him to the point he will grow hostile if Saint steps foot in his kingdom.

Versely, Saint still wants to purify all of them, seeing them in the same vein as the rest of life: suffering in sin, desperate for salvation. There’s no changing what he wants to do to them, only ways that will stall him from doing it.

Berry and Cheese are already at odds with each other, frenemies by definition. They constantly bicker over lands both of them are interested in taking, and they gave each other inferiority complexes to varying degrees (Berry more than Cheese). They can be friendly one second, but a powder keg will be enough to sever that connection.

It wouldn’t be hard for Lily to cut ties with all of the beasts (except for Saint) in general. She doesn’t need their help, and she doesn’t need to ask for their approval.

Cacao is really the easiest and hardest one because of his extreme isolation and natural avoidance of the others

As for the second question, right now I’m thinking BAAU takes place over 7 to 10 years? No idea what Crepe’s canon age is, but if they started at 6-7 years old then they’re 16-17 by BAAU’s conclusion, for reference.

However, I also need to figure out how long it’s been with the Neobeasts around, because I want the world to have already been in the process of accepting them as the new normal (enough time for Saint to have his cult, Cacao to have tamed the licorice sea, Berry and Cheese to have conquered and the latter to have rebuilt her kingdom, etc)… so that alone might be three years at least, making BAAU from Lily’s corruption to the finale upwards of 10-13 years. BUT don’t take this as gospel because this has to do with my very incomplete and very jumbled timeline, this is just a rough idea of what I have lol. You can still enjoy the au without making this info canon. Bottom line, it’s a long time

[ranbowkng]

His Kingdom, His Power, My Glory

Gary thinks it'll be a good idea to infiltrate the church. A tired priest, with an adorable face, reminds him why that's a bad idea.

Gary smirked as he pulled the hood of his jacket tighter. This plan was genius. Why keep sending cultists to sneak into the church in the dead of night to make a mess of things when he could just spark turmoil in the middle of the day. The best part, they wouldn't kick him out, and they wouldn't know he was doing it. Perfect.

"Morning Father," he nodded, walking right past the priest standing at the door, greeting church-goers.

"Good morning! I- oh hold on!" The priest grabbed Gary by the sleeve, pulling him back slightly, "You're new here aren't you?"

"Ah, was it that obvious?" Gary smiled, fearing that his genius may have betrayed him already.

"Just a bit," The priest chuckled. Gary got a good look at him, he had dark brown hair, and royal blue eyes that seemed to glow. Gary could have gotten lost in that expression for hours, but he had a mission to attend to, he had far more important manners than pretty boys to worry about, "We actually have a rule, no hats or hoods in the congregation."

"Oh? My apologies," Gary said, pulling his hood down, "My old church was a bit less strict."

"No sunglasses either unfortunately," the priest smiled, but his grip on Gary's sleeve tightened.

"Afraid I can't do that," Gary said, "Got a bad eye disease. Don't wanna scare the kids away."

"Hmm," the priest's look was brimming with disappointment, but he resigned, "Alright then, we will keep you in our prayers, but please consider how you're affecting other members of the church."

"Yes, sorry Father," Gary chuckled, wanting to sigh in relief. He would not have been able to explain the peculiar case of his eyes to the priest.

Once he took a seat, he grinned ear to ear. What a fool the priest must have been to believe such a stupid lie. Regardless, the sermon was starting soon. From here Gary would be able to learn just what happens at a church service, and just how he can tear it apart.

As it turns out, there was too much sitting and standing. Too much listening and not nearly enough talking. Too much and not enough of everything, it was mind numbingly dull. Not even the Order would stoop so low as to make it's devoted followers sit for an hour doing nothing with no freedom to move.

But Gary-begrudgingly-endured it. He was certain that eventually something would happen that would be worth it. Then again, if he had to endure one more of those godforsaken psalms! They weren't quite songs, because a song required being good.

Eventually he found something, a payoff. The priest who had greeted him at the door had finished reading the gospel, and he spoke directly to the audience.

"God loves us all," he began, speaking slowly. You could hear the sound of his careful thought between each word he spoke, "The other day a woman had come to me asking how I knew."

This was perfect! If he wasn't reading off of the text then that only meant one thing, an open discussion. And when people spoke without reading off of their source, they were prone to making mistakes. And one slip up would be enough to pick him apart piece by piece.

"So I was open with her," he said, "I have suffered loss, divorce, and failures over and over again."

"Sounds like God hates you!" Gary shouted. As soon as he spoke everyone turned to him. A smirk was plastered on his face. He'd win over the crowd in twelve seconds flat.

The priest just gave him a tired glare before he continued speaking, "Despite my grievances, I still have the privilege of waking up every day. I have a new chance to prove myself every day. And the Lord tells me that I am his child and he will continue walking with me."

"I thought Jesus was the only son of God!" Gary yelled. He did his homework. Well, he read just enough to know where the hypocrisies stood out.

"We are all children of God under Abraham," the priest spoke through grit teeth, "We will be going over that next week."

"Sounds like God needs to close his legs!" Gary's smirk was growing into a grin.

"Alright," the priest took a deep breath, "Let's start over, since you clearly seem confused. I was trying to explain to a woman that God loves her and is with her through her every struggle. And to do so, I used my own life as an example."

"How did you manage to prove it?" Gary said, "Hey! Father! How do you know it's actually God talking!? Are you-"

"Some of us clearly need to start working on our relationship with the Lord!" The priest said, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to calm himself, "Some far, far more than others, but regardless. God is patient and will wait for us until the end of time."

"If God's so patient why are you getting so upset?" Gary argued.

"God is a patient man, I am not," John said calmly, "And that's okay! Because God gives us strength. Strength to overcome any challenge like frustration, or an inability to respect your church leaders."

"I fail to see how-"

"God gives us strength!" The priest spoke over him, "I believe we all have it in us to become better people through the Lord. Amen!"

Gary wanted to speak up, but the congregation seems to have accepted it was time to shut up. Unbelievable. How does a man who looks so pathetic manage to control the situation so well? Oh well, at least he can still figure out the weak points in the sermon simply by listening.

Meanwhile, said priest was glaring at him. A far older priest had taken over, but he still was looking straight through Gary with furrowed brows. Gary stared back, not that the priest could see past his sunglasses.

When the sermon was over, Gary was about ready to collapse. How does an hour of doing absolutely nothing become so exhausting? He would never blame his acolytes for their boredom during a meeting ever again.

He stood, prepared to leave, only to be stopped.

"Excuse me sir," it was the priest. He had gripped Gary by the sleeve, a soft smile on his face, "May I speak with you for a minute?"

Gary tried not to let his confident smirk falter, "Of course! What can I do for you?"

The priest chuckled slightly, "Oh no, I meant at the front. I have a couple things I'd like to discuss with you."

"Ah," Gary said. Had he been anywhere else, there was no doubt in his mind he'd be able to strike down the priest with a single glance, but this was a church. He was already weakened here, but this is where the priest would thrive. And yet, he was cocky, "Well, I don't see why not."

"Good," the priest said, "Follow me."

The priest waited for the entire congregation to leave. He stared up at the stained glass window as he waited to be alone with Gary. Gary kept a hand in his pocket, rubbing over his claw-like nails.

"I can explain," Gary said, "It's actually my first time in a catholic church, I didn't know the proper proceedings for the gospel."

"No no, I have to thank you," John said, "When one questions the bible, it means they simply wish to apply it to their life. I'm glad you gave me the opportunity to expand on what I had to say."

"Wait, really?" Gary said.

"Of course," the priest said, his nails digging into his palms, "Although, I would like to make a request." He turned towards Gary.

"Oh?" Gary raised an eyebrow, "What can I do for you?"

"Take off your sunglasses," John said, "I'd like to look you in the eyes when we speak."

"But my eyes-"

"I am not a child," the priest said calmly, "I will not panic at the sight."

"But-"

"Is that a no?" The priest asked. Gary felt that he didn't have a choice.

"Yes, of course," Gary said, reaching for his glasses, slowly taking them off. He and the priest's eyes never stopped looking on to each other.

"Mmm," the priest looked at his eyes, black with glowing red irises, "You're a demon."

"Nonsense!" I'm a normal human being just like you!" Gary argued.

"I'm no fool," the priest said, "I knew you were a demon from the moment I saw your face. Your eyes are a simple confirmation."

"I apologize," Gary said, "I simply needed information about the church."

"I'm afraid that this isn't your territory," the priest said, "Now I have to request you leave before I exorcise you."

Gary chuckled, despite the priest's clear advantage, "I'm afraid I won't be doing that." He used a clawed finger to tuck a piece of the priest's hair behind his ear, "For you see, I have a new interest to pursue, and I have no reason to leave just yet."

"Then allow me to give you one," the priest said. Before Gary could even process what was being said to him, the priest gripped him by the wrists and pushed him backwards, slamming his back against the altar, "Leave this church. If you come back I will give you a fate far worse than an exorcism."

"Heh, I suppose you reciprocate my interests," Gary smirked, only for the priest to increase the pressure he was using to hold him down.

The priest glared at him before speaking again, "You will not come back, but I will keep my eye on you. When I find your lair then we can...discuss things as adults. But for now, I expect you out of my sight, understood?"

Gary's breath hitched slightly. It's been so long since someone's given him a command without solicitation, "Yes sir~"

"Ah-ah," the priest said, "Use my proper title."

Gary rolled his eyes before smirking, aiming to piss the priest off, "Sure thing, daddy."

The priest's eyes remained unamused. He slid his right hand away from Gary's wrist and down to his throat, "I said..." his grip tightened. Not enough to constrict, but enough to cause pressure, "My proper title."

Gary did not want to admit out loud the things that those words did to him, "Of course...Father."

"Good," The priest's voice was quiet, mumbled only so he could hear. God he'd kill to have that done to him with a mattress beneath them, "Now go on, get out and don't show your face. I expect to be meeting with you very shortly."

"Of course Father," Gary said, turning to leave before the priest could get any ideas about exorcising him.

After all this, perhaps information wasn't the only thing he could get out of the church. This would be far less boring as well.