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Come As You Are (218) - November 4 2023
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A child comes home to his or her parents, their clothes full of mud as they were playing with friends in the world. The door of the family’s home is wide open, never closed to those seeking rescue. The loving parents, so pleased to see their child made it home, love on their child by giving them a hot bath and a shower. The parents then feed their child a hot meal so…
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#christ#come as you are#come to jesus in sin#father#god#Jesus#Psalm 16:7-9#Psalm 31:10#Psalm 31:19-20#Psalm 31:23-24#Revelation 3:20#sinful in front of jesus#yahweh#yeshua
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You know how it goes: through some incredible circumstances, God and a young woman living under the shadow of an oppressive empire have a metaphysically unusual baby who grows up to be a general nuisance, won't stay dead, and sports a few additional holes...
It's the third Sunday of Advent and I'm a little concerned Bible studies for weird goth kids might be turning into a series... Let's talk about the Blessed Virgin Mary and Commander Awake Remembrance of These Valiant Dead Kia Hua Ko Te Pai Snap Back to Reality Oops There Goes Gravity.
Wake was probably never described as "gentle", "meek", or "mild", but there are a few similarities: distinctive outfits, snazzy shrines, commitment to putting down the mighty from their seats, and of course babies with great and terrible destinies niftily conceived without sex.
On the topic of conception, let's clear up a common, uh, misconception: the term "immaculate conception" does not refer to Mary becoming pregnant with Jesus. It's Mary's own conception.
Why are we talking about how Mary was conceived and what does this have to do with lesbian necromancers?
To answer that question, we have to go back further still, way before Mary's conception. Back to these guys and their unfortunate snack cravings:
Remember how last time we talked about the concept of being in a state of grace? Well, the Christian read on Adam and Eve is that a state of grace was, as it were, the factory setting for humanity. They were fully in tune with God, there was no sickness or death, there was no sin. Until, that is, the whole unfortunate business with the apple. The first sin. The world is fundamentally altered. Humanity is expelled from paradise, burdened with sin, death, disease, patriarchy, and work. Worse, this sinful human nature turns out to be sexually transmissible: every human being is born tainted by this "original sin" of Adam and Eve.
This is why Catholicism is so big on baptising babies: even if they're many years off being able to commit any sins themselves (a sin has to be something consciously chosen and understood), they're still contaminated by that original sin of Adam and Eve. Baptism is understood to erase original sin, wiping the slate clean.
Bear with me, we'll be back to necromancers soon I promise. Have a picture of Mary beating up the devil while an angel holds baby Jesus:
OK, but what does Adam and Eve's danger snack have to do with Mary's conception?
The "immaculate conception" refers to the idea that unlike every human being between Adam and Jesus, Mary was conceived without the contamination of original sin. The rationale for this is complex, but essentially boils down to something like the saving power of Jesus not being bound by piffling things like time and space and thus saving his mother before her own conception and allowing himself to also be conceived and born sinless.
But the important bit is that something specific about Mary means that she is uniquely able to be pregnant with Jesus.
You may be starting to guess where this is going...
Because while unconventional pregnancy seems to have been the plan from the get-go for Jesus, it was not with the artist formerly known as The Bomb:
“I had the baby,” said Wake. “The baby I’d had to incubate myself for nine long fucking months, when the foetal dummies these two gave me died.”
“Oh, God, it was yours,” said Augustine, in horror. “I thought you’d used in vitro on one of Mercy’s—”
“I said they all died,” said Wake. “The dummies died. The ova died. Only the sample was still active, no idea how considering it was twelve weeks after the fact, but I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
“So you used it on yourself,” said Augustine. “Anything for the revolution, eh, Wake?”
We have to assume the foetal dummies plan was hatched by Mercymorn, a brilliant scientist with a myriad of experience. If the problem encountered by Wake were as simple as Lyctoral infertility, I suspect Mercy would have spotted that long before.
But what do Wake and John have in common that Mercymorn or any of the other ova-having residents of the Mithraeum did not? They are both (to some extent at least) factory setting humans: unlike everyone else in the Dominicus system, they never died and were resurrected, nor are they the descendants people who were. John's abilities, while macabre, are not straightforwardly the necromancy otherwise practiced in the Houses. That necromancy is a direct result of one specific act of taking that resulted in the very nature of the world changing: a thanergetic system, inhabited by human beings who, necromancer or not, are fundamentally tainted by thanergy and by the after effects of that action of John's. You might call it a sin. An indelible sin. He does.
It's not an exact parallel, but necromancy certainly occupies a space not dissimilar to original sin: the result of a single action, tainting every descendant of its progenitors regardless of their actions of abilities.
And then enter Gideon, born in space away from the thanergetic energy of the Dominicus system to a mother lacking the 10,000 year intergenerational burden of the resurrection and necromancy. The child of Jod, born to die.
#the locked tomb#tlt#tlt meta#awake remembrance of these valiant dead#commander wake#gideon nav#john gaius#Sin will not survive the second coming of Jesus so what does that say about necromancy at the end of the series?
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1.01, "Pilot" | Stephen Adly Guirgis, "The Last Days Of Judas Iscariot" " | 5.22, "Swan Song"
#please consider!! dean as judas to sam's christ allegory#sam considers himself the judas between them!! but narratively speaking! it's dean!! i feel insane#yeah cain and abel were the first fratricide but have we acknowledged the first toxic yaoi. jesus and judas#yeah the narrative frames sam's blood drinking as the big Act of Betrayal but#if you consider...that it's sam sacrificing himself by bearing the weight of the actual devil. to save humanity#sam drinking demon blood in the first place in order to save possessed ppl without killing them...literally taking on the sins of men#dean is both judas delivering his kiss AND the authorities coming to arrest jesus in gethsemane when he locks sam up#dean doesn't believe in god but he needs to live in the light and grace and love of his little brother#his faith and love in sam. being his connection to his humanity.#j.edit#spn edit#sam winchester#dean winchester#comparatives#wincest#samdean
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#keepyouroillampslit#jesus#jesusiscoming#kjv#bibleverse#jesusislord#god#revelation#jesussaves#jesus is coming#repent#sin
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John 1:29 (NKJV) -
The next day John saw Jesus coming toward him, and said, “Behold! The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!
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f u c k~🎃
#okay whores#it’s a frank and his sinful hands day today#bc i fucking CANNOT#like jfc#his hands are just#jesus fuck his hands#perfection#might just be my favorite part of him#which reading that i feel dirty#but come on now#frnkiebby#frank iero#mcr#mcr5#mcrmy#frnkiero#frnkie#my chemical romance#my chem
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Sound - A Triduum Story
Malchus can feel the heavy gazes of the others. He ignores them. His own eyes are pinned to the door they guard, listening to the drip of water condensing and dropping onto the floor. There is no rain, but the air is damp, as if the heavens are drawing out the wet stores of the earth in preparation for a storm.
Customarily, the chill would make him wish for his bed. He’d grumble with his fellows about the weather, about the work, peppering complaints with a few stout curses. But there is no discussion tonight. Malchus sits hunched forward, forearms braced on his thighs, and he waits.
What are they waiting for?
Cold fingers touch the lobe of his left ear. He turns to see Jesse, who’d touched him, withdrawing, fingers curling into his palm. The apology is gruff. “Just wanted to see.”
That’s a lie, thinks Malchus, turning back to the door. They’ve already seen tonight. What’s left is to believe.
Malchus doesn’t ask permission before he rises, taking the flask which hangs on a wall hook, and the keys there beside it. The eyes of the others follow. He unlocks the door and slips in, shutting it behind, and then pauses, palm flat on the wood. He takes a breath.
Drip.
Drip.
The Nazarene’s hands are chained so that he must stand. His head bows, forehead resting against the bruised back of his right hand. He lifts himself when Malchus enters. His lips, which had been moving silently, still.
Malchus holds out the flask. Then, as an embarrassing afterthought—the man is in chains—he uncorks it.
“It’s just water,” he assures when the man doesn’t move to drink. He tips the flask close enough to meet the cracked lips. The Nazarene swallows twice and then pulls back, chains jingling. His face is wet. Tears, Malchus thinks, until he hears the drip of water dropping onto the man’s head. It slides down his temple and dirty cheek, carving a clean track through the crust. Malchus re-corks the flask.
It’s not quite fear that he feels. He had felt fear on his knees in Gethsemane, blood down his neck and a howl on his tongue. The world was silent, then, and shrieking, dizzy with pain and the terror of new loss. When strong hands cupped his face, he clung to them. He grabbed hold of words he could not hear but lips he could see moving, breath he could feel on his face, brown eyes he could see.
And then, he could hear.
It was as if he’d never before heard sound, not true sound, but only echos, half-formed, half-heard, until that very moment when he heard truly. Each noise was crisp and new. Around him were the night birds stirring in the trees, the puffed breath of the disciples, the crackle of licking flame, the creak of leather belts. He heard them all, and he hasn’t stopped hearing since. Creation is vibrating, uncountable voices overlapping in the same tremulous song. Even the breeze seems to have a voice, and the water running on stone. Even his own heartbeat. They cry out when the rest of the world is silent.
“What did you do to me?” Malchus asks, voice barely above a whisper, for everything is new and he cannot make sense of it.
The Nazarene’s smile isn’t mocking. It’s as quiet as his voice, and it crinkles the corner of his good eye. “I know how long you’ve waited to hear.”
They’ve never met, of course. Of course not. This man doesn’t know him. How could he? Malchus has taken great pains to hide his gradual loss of sound. Each year, the muffle covers his ears a little more, stealing his senses, deadening the world to him. If he misses a call, he plays it off. If he cannot hear his wife calling, he feigns captivation by his task. He does it well, he thinks, well enough. Perhaps his wife suspects. But only he knows, only he and his God. And this backwater Nazarene with an accent pulled from Galilee’s fishing waters—because Malchus can hear the accent now—cannot know Malchus. How could he? No, he does not.
But he knows.
Malchus is sure, standing before this man who made him more than whole, that he is known. Known, and known truly. And here stands Malchus, his jailer. His enemy.
“How could you know?” he asks, eyes searching the Nazarene’s. The water drips, drips. A rat scritches at a bit of stone. “I can’t do anything for your case. They’re bringing you to Pilate.” His grip tightens on the flask—his only offering—and the stale water it holds. The words pour out of him. “I’m a guard. They told us to go, so we went. I had no stake in it, see? See, we were told to go. I was told to go. I never intended—”
“Malchus,” the man says softly, almost fondly, as if he is interrupting a brother and not one walking him to his death. “Will you pray with me?”
The request startles Malchus out of his own thoughts. He pauses, wary of some trick. Without meaning to, his hand rises to touch the warm outer shell of his ear, tracing the connecting point between the cartilage and his skull. There’s not even a seam to show where it had been severed.
Mouth dry, Malchus finally nods, and the Nazarene closes his good eye. The water slides again down his temples. His words fill the damp space, and Malchus recognizes them at once, joining the recitation:
“Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
and naked shall I return.
The Lord gave—”
The man breathes in, and Malchus breathes with him.
“—and the Lord has taken away;”
Their breath stirs the stale air of the room. All has finally gone quiet. The Nazarene opens his eye and tips his head to look up, past the stone roof, past the courtyard and the trembling earth, to the heavens, spread out over them like a tent. The water no longer falls. The rat is silent.
“Blessed be the name of the Lord,” he says.
#not art#triduum#writing#holy week reflection#I think a lot about Jesus in the cell on Holy Thursday night#He had been abandoned and beaten and betrayed#so every year on Holy Thursday I imagine sitting with him in that cell and praying with him#But last year I was in a rough place and felt trapped in my own failings and habitual sin#and as I was sitting in the pew and feeling so pathetic and weak and like I had let Jesus down#I heard him tell me “Tonight I'll come sit in your own cell with you.”#so if any of you are feeling trapped this year or like you've failed at your faith#Just know that Jesus will come sit in your cell with you no matter what it is#He'll just sit with you and quietly love you#also I feel like Jesus was thinking of all people suffering from insomnia when he was in that cell. they must have been on his heart
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Guilty as Sin? Is a Destiel song and nobody can change my mind on this
#dean winchester#castiel#spn#supernatural#taylor swift#the tortured poets department#destiel#without ever touching his skin how can I be guilty as sin COME ON#THE ENTIRE BRIDGE#What if I roll the stone away? They're gonna crucify me anyway What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?#If long suffering propriety is what they want from me They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly I choose you and me religiously#JUST END ME ALREADY JESUS CHRIST#nobody can change my mind on this#religious trauma go brrr
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i love how the quote “your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing” is often cited as a sort of aphorism when in context it's just rodya hard projecting all his problems onto poor sonya. like please do not take any sort of advice from a man who unironically compares himself to napoleon. he is not qualified
#rodya's worst sin is that he committed murder actually#and he didn't even do it well#he feels this deep sense of regret because he ascribed meaning to a senseless action and followed through before understanding it's futilit#like imo rodya doesn't commit murder for money. that's how he justifies it to himself but his motivation comes from insecurity#he want to be the type of person he describes in his theory#and so neither the money nor the murder cannot bring him satisfaction because they weren't what he was looking for#he's a mess emotionally he can't reflect on his actions because he can't come to terms with them and so he avoids his problems#(real)#and he's doing it in this scene! by ascribing his feelings to sonya as a way to commiserate with someone he sees as less morally wrong#that way he can avoid feeling morally culpable even though he is#sonya is to rodya what rodya is to svidrigailov#jesus christ these notes are long oopsie#and i still have more to say lol#crime and punishment#fyodor dostoevsky
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rereading some @buggachat BEAU and this panel is SO fallen angel...adrien as the rebellious son cast from his father’s mansion in disgrace, looking back with resentment and longing towards people who were supposed to treat him with love...haha i’m having heretical thoughts again! 🙊
#viv talks#viv you GOTTA stop drawing biblical parallels to MIRACULOUS LADYBUG#what would the pope say#but listen even chat noir's costume silhouette is devilish#cat ears/horns#tail#baton/pitchfork#chat noir#adrien agreste#beau#buggachat#i CANNOT start coming up with adrien/felix/jehovah/lucifer aus in my head#the virgin mary (often depicted medievally in red) being a ladybug holder who cast the most powerful lucky charm in existence (jesus) to#solve the sins of the world was bad enough#slapping myself
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"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘏𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵."
#jesus#catholic#my remnant army#jesus christ#virgin mary#faithoverfear#saints#jesusisgod#endtimes#artwork#Jesus is coming#come holy spirit#sins of the flesh
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What if Crowley is worried that Aziraphale is going Heaven because of the second coming BUT the reason is, he’s jealous because he thinks Aziraphale is going to fall for Jesus? Crowley is all “omfg Aziraphale looooves to judge ppl and that’s gonna be Jesus’ whole schtick.” And Aziraphale loves wine and Jesus is REALLY good at making it. And they’ll be chatting about their day at the office over wine and Jesus is all “I was created to forgive all sins. Forgiveness is, like, my jam, ya’know?” And Aziraphale is like “OMG meeeee too! I’m VERY good at forgiveness. It’s one of my favourite things” and Crowley can’t stop imagining Jesus falling on a bed crucifixion style, asking Aziraphale to “nail” him…
#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#ineffable divorce#the second coming#jealous crowley#jesaphale#aziraus#lol sorry just making up ships#good omens 3 theory#give me this day your daily bread#his dick is the bread#forgive me father I am about to sin#about to lose count of Jesus’ comings#angel is gonna get baptized tonight
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Gluttony
It’s finals week.
I’ve been waiting all semester to get these awful classes over with and the time has finally come. Though the week of nonstop studying is stressful beyond belief, at least I have the summer to look forward to.
He sat with me at my desk, flipping through my study guide and quietly correcting the mistakes in the textbooks.
“That didn’t actually happen,” he mumbled, pointing to one paragraph in the history book. It was funny in a way. I’m living to serve the Savior of the world yet here I am, studying for a history final.
“It didn’t?” I questioned, glancing over the text he was tapping. He shook his head in confirmation before setting the book down for me to study.
“No,” he said softly, “but you should still study the material for the exam. I want you to do well. Just know the truth.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled. I’d been studying for hours but history was my weakest subject. I needed to pass this final so I wouldn’t have to spend another semester in hell redoing it. So I kept on.
I was a stress eater. Typically I tried to eat healthy, but my college budget for the week wasn’t helping. I’d fidget, and snack, fidget, snack, fidget, snack.
He glanced up after a bit of my excessive chewing, an eyebrow raised. I hadn’t even noticed, really. It was after midnight and I was so tired, so stressed I could cry. But at least the chips provided a distraction.
“Hey”
His gentle voice drew my attention away from the book. “Yeah?” I glanced up at him, my leg bouncing away from the stress.
“I think that’s enough,” he said softly, shifting his eyes to the chips and then back at me. It was a family size bag but I’d nearly finished it without even realizing.
I frowned a little, almost offended.
“Stop,” he said firmly, “you know that’s not what I mean.”
“Then what do you mean?” I grumbled, waiting for his explanation. I knew he didn’t mean it that way at all but the exhaustion was making me feel so on edge.
He smiled a little, resting a hand on my cheek, “Sweetheart, don’t worry so much. You’re going to make yourself sick eating more than you should. You’re stress eating because you’re anxious, but why? Have I not promised you I’d protect you? That you would prosper?”
His words were so sweet, and true. He told me every day not to worry, not to be afraid. And he had never let me down. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Fine. You’re right,” I laughed softly, leaning into his touch.
He looked pleased, his fingers grazing my cheekbone, “Good. Good girl. Worry about nothing and pray to me about everything. I will never let you fall.”
“I know, Daddy,” I whispered. My leg wasn’t bouncing anymore, and my heart wasn’t racing. The exhaustion felt even stronger now that I was relaxed in his presence.
His hand traced slowly up my cheek to the back of my head. “Hey, lay down,” he said softly, pulling me closer. I wanted to resist, to keep studying, to do it my own way. But I couldn’t. My body gave in and I collapsed against his chest.
“Okay…” I mumbled. It made sense now. There was truly nothing to worry about. His fingers laced into my hair and I knew I was safe.
I could trust him.
#jesus christ#belief in jesus#jesus loves you#jesusisgod#jesusislord#faith in jesus#jesussaves#jesus is coming#jesus#christian faith#christian living#christianity#faithinchrist#faithoverfear#faith in god#keep the faith#love#jesus loves us#lovejesus#sin of gluttony#forgiveness#bible verse#bible
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thinking about this discussion I had before FVR even came out, thinking about blends, thinking about "give me dong or give me death", about how it's both. thinking about both mac and dennis getting exactly what they want (mac's fantasy in saves the day, for mac to go away from dennis) but with a TWIST (for mac to realize there's nothing on the other side, for dennis to realize he needs mac). thinking about the pulse checking, thinking about the flatline.
thinking about my meta that I wrote before s15 even came out, about how we've been witnessing an impossible choice that's splitting dennis in two, thinking about "<3 or die" being the name of the salon in chop (and off with the head / just start over meta...), thinking about new beginnings, and meet cutes. thinking about rebirth, and baptisms.
#iasip#s16 spoilers#it's always sunny in philadelphia#always sunny#macdennis#analysis#meta#do you all see where I'm heading?#thinking about dennis crying because mac FUCKING DIED. only for mac to come back and see him like that and. offering him a tissue!#the jesus christ parallel would be insane. literally dying for their sins? and resurrecting? bro im just SAYING. this is all SPECULATION#but to me it fits so well lol.#plus mac stopping believing in god because he died and there was nothing? bro thats like. very ripe ground. but also#picture this. DENNIS now believing. because he just witnessed a fucking miracle. maybe he even prayed. who knows#it would balance them..... it would certainly do something...#''we're merging the ideas'' oh you mean love and death? that what we are merging? beautiful. called that in s14#sorry angrymac for leaking our dms 😭 in my defense this is just stuff *i* said so ur good dw
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I need Americans that were never Christian™️ to realize that the average conservative cult christian's thoughts are basically that one episode of Spongebob where he gets elected Hall Monitor and gives a speech with "Crime and Punishment. Punishment and Crime"
#christians see themselves as the hall monitors of the earth essentially#and everyone needs to be punished and have their good noodle stars taken else they'll commit arson#they genuinely believe that as soon as you stop policing people they'll delve into their deepest darkest fantasies and start committing sins#that even Jesus Christ himself didn't think of#they come from the idea that they are the only group capable of keeping things steady until Sky Papa can make his way down and fuck shit up#So when you do something bad it's because you fell into the pull of destruction#But when they do it's the equivalent of stepping on your dog's foot because they almost tripped you#I still think it's funny a bunch of christians are creationist tho lmao skill issue#My grandparents are but my dad isn't#he believes evolution essentially occurred over the same time the earth was being created#and the story of adam being made from dust was a metaphor and literal#he was made from dust made from decomposing animals and plants which he used to create us as a more perfect being#so now we continue to evolve because we're connected to the dust and can continue to try to improve#so my dad believes in evolution and went to college for biology and chemistry at the biggest HBCU in the US#That evolution/creationist tangent was completely unrelated but all twitter is for me rn is ppl freaking out about our rights being taken#I avoid twitter most of the time but like to look at my friends' and fav artists' tweets#and recently I think little joel made a video about the evolution video that was trending so yea#n e ways have a nice day y'all <3#I've been wanting to make more hehe hahas but everything in my brain rn is Undergraduate Thesis level shit#so I haven't really been reading or writing things I can talk about on Tumblr.Com ya know?#most of it is sociological textbooks memoirs and similar stuff that Id feel talking about on my casual blog#maybe Ill make a blog. like Blog blog for my essays one day#ex christian#religious trauma
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John 1:29 (NKJV) -
The next day John saw Jesus coming toward him, and said, “Behold! The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!
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