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heresylog · 11 months

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The cloistered nun is useless. And this is exactly the point. The nun does not exist for some job, some role, some mission. She fundamentally exists not to do but to be.

#catholic #christianity #religion #there’s something lovely about knowing that not everyone needs a role #some of us are just meant to be and to vibe #nuns #religious sisters

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srhelena-ofmary · 2 years

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#catholic #christian #religious sisters #carmelites #mary

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angeltreasure · 1 year

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Happy Mother’s Day to all the spiritual moms out there!

#aunts #religious sisters #nuns #babysitters #etc

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catherine-of-sienna-fanpage · 2 years

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My older sister is taking her first temporary vows later this week! My family (including Sr. John Henry) have felt such an outpouring of grace into our souls in preparation for this transition. Please pray for us all but especially Sr. John Henry and feel free to send me any intentions you’d like me to bring to any of the vows masses we’re going to this week.

#catholic #religious sisters #nuns #sisters of Mary mother of the Eucharist #prayer request

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fiat-veritas · 11 months

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The past few weeks, I was unfortunately allowing myself a bit of spiritual despair because I was grappling with the inherent ‘usefulness’ or ‘uselessness’ of my life, if it is devoted to prayer in an intense and contemplative way. After all, I could spend my whole life praying for things that never happen and never doing any concrete, demonstrable good in the world if I am indeed called to contemplative life. This was a real fear for me concerning the religious life, one that I knew was irrational and yet I could not escape it.

Well, God gave me great graces in recent days and, in combination with coming across the article I just posted, that has been enough for me to feel some consolation on the matter. Because, even if the extreme happens, meaning that none of my prayers visibly yield fruit in this life, it truly does not matter nor does it change the reality of who God is. He is still deserving of all of my love, all of the reparations I can offer in my life, and the purpose of my vocation is not to be ‘useful’ in the modern sense of the word—I am called to be for God alone. And that is more than enough.

#vocation stuff #religious life #vocation #catholic #Christian #prayer #nuns #religious sisters #despair #spiritual growth #spiritual life #discernment

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kirbyspixiecraft · 2 years

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14. 15. 24. For the Catholic Asks.

Thank you for the ask!

14. My rosary is a simple rose wood rosary I got a few years ago at my church’s gift shop. Due to moving I no longer go to that church, so it’s something of a wonderful keepsake of the parish I grew up in.

Also it smells like roses (ﾟ∀ﾟ)

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For I know well the plans I have in mind for you, says the LORD, plans for your welfare, not for woe! plans to give you a future full of hope. When you call me, when you go to pray to me, I will listen to you. When you look for me, you will find me. Yes, when you seek me with all your heart, you will find me with you, says the LORD, and I will change your lot; I will gather you together from all the nations and all the places to which I have banished you, says the LORD, and bring you back to the place from which I have exiled you. Jeremiah, 11-14.

I couldn’t do just the first bit, cause while that in itself is inspiring, I felt that those other few verses were just as important to have. Specifically for me, it’s message of hope that the Lord will reveal His plans for me in time, I just need to trust in Him. And also it’s something a consolation that our suffering is not in vain, and that either in this life or the next we will find our comfort in Christ, and He will save us from our suffering.

24. Ohhhh that’s a hard one… I must say though, there’s a certain love I have for the Dominican sisters of Saint Cecilia that I haven’t found in another order. At least not yet lol.

It says “To contemplate and give to others the fruits of our contemplation”

I also love the sisters of life, and the sisters of charity 💛

Thank you again for the ask! Sorry if it’s a super long answer you weren’t expecting, I have a lot to say 😹

#kirbyasks #awesome sauce #catholic #religious sisters #Bible quote #rosary

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icaruspendragon · 3 months

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hiii, this might be weird, but who is Lazarus? I'm not religious, so I've tried searching for who he is, but I can't seem to get a clear answer and was wondering if you could explain him?

ah yes, lazarus of bethany. a man i consider to be equal parts friend and foe.

lazarus lived in bethany with his two sisters, mary and martha. and when we meet him, he’s sick. so much so that his sisters send for jesus of nazareth saying, “lord, your dear friend is very sick.”

jesus of nazareth was in jerusalem when he received the message. and despite being only a few miles from bethany, and despite jesus loving martha and mary and lazarus, he waited. he didn’t go to them straight away. he waited. he waited until lazarus died and then said, “lazarus’ sickness will not end in death. no, it happened for the glory of god so that the son of god will receive glory from this.”

and when jesus finally made it to bethany he was told lazarus had already died. that he has already been in the grave for four days. and when martha, sister of lazarus got word that jesus was coming, she went to meet him. and mary, sister of lazarus did not. and when martha saw jesus she said to him, “lord, if only you had been here, my brother would not have died.”

and jesus said to her, “your brother will rise again.”

but then mary arrived and she saw jesus and she fell at his feet and she said, “lord, if only you had been here, my brother would not have died.” and she wept over her brother. because she loved him and he was gone. and jesus should have been there. because if jesus had been there, her brother would not have died.

and jesus saw her weeping. and he saw the other people wailing with her. because lazarus was deeply loved. and now he was gone. and they had sent for jesus. they had prayed for a miracle. and that miracle didn’t come until it was four days too late. and they didn’t know that jesus was going to bring lazarus back. they didn’t know that jesus had waited that long to teach a lesson. to prove a point. they just knew jesus was too late. and now they were forced to grieve.

and then a deep anger welled up in jesus. and he was deeply troubled. and jesus asks, “where have you put him?” and the people say, “lord, come and see.” and he does. and when he sees, jesus weeps. when he sees, we get the shortest verse in the bible. a mere two words to sum up an entire town’s grief. two words to convey the loss of a sibling. two words are offered for the preventable death of a loved man.

jesus is four days too late. and jesus?

jesus wept.

and the people who loved lazarus turned to him and said to jesus, “see how much he loved him!”

jesus loved lazarus. and then he let him die.

and some of the people said about jesus “this man healed a blind man. couldn’t he have kept lazarus from dying?”

and then jesus, who knew all along that he would revive lazarus. jesus, who let all those people mourn. jesus, who let those sisters lose their brother. jesus, who let them weep. jesus, who wept with them. that very same jesus said to those who loved lazarus, who mourned him, jesus of nazareth said to them, “didn’t i tell you that you would see god’s glory if you believe?”

and then the stone of lazarus’ tomb was rolled aside. and then jesus looked up to heaven and said, “father, thank you for hearing me. you always hear me, but i said it out loud for the sake of all these people standing here, so that they will believe you sent me.” and then jesus shouted, “lazarus, come out!” and he did.

lazarus the dead man came out, his hands and feet and face wrapped still in burial cloth. and then jesus of nazareth told them, “unwrap him and let him go!”

and then lazarus of bethany became lazarus of the grave. lazarus of the grave that will never be left behind even though he has risen and relinquished. lazarus of the grave who did not make good his escape unscathed. lazarus of the grave who will now check each darkened doorway as death and his sting is keenly felt.

lazarus was a man. a man whose family loved him. a man whose sisters sent for a miracle. a man whose sisters mourned him in the four days it took for that miracle to show up. a man who was made an example for no reason other than being loved by jesus. a thing that we are all told to be. loved by our savior.

lazarus is a man who makes me wonder three things. firstly, if jesus had been there that my brother may not have died. secondly, if jesus of nazareth too weeps for me. and thirdly, if jesus loves us and we in turn love him too like the scriptures command, why does he use us in the lessons he teaches.

why must we be the men he makes believers of?

so lazarus was just a man whose crime was loving jesus. and martha was just a girl whose crime was loving her brother. and they both suffered a miracle because of it.

#cw religion #yeah it’s always time to religious trauma post on main #lazarus was just a man #lazarus was brother #and my brother was a man #and i am a sister #and i too loved jesus as martha and mary did #so why did he get to come back when my brother did not?#i also tend to think of lazarus as dean winchester before i think of him as lazarus from the bible lmao #hence the title of my book being ‘lazarus rises (amongst other things)’#bc of hit cw show supernatural #and the bible too ig #but mainly supernatural

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rottendust · 7 months

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Everything I got on vacation 💒

#religous themes #religious art #jesus christ #religious aesthetic #church #tw religious themes #mother mary #antique #crucifix #rosary #lisbon sisters #the virgin suicides #girlblogging #mine

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m0us34rt · 6 months

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She’s back with a vengeance and I am losing my mind

#dan howell #daniel howell #sister daniel #feeling religious #I had to keep pausing the baking video to panic because I was losing my mind (I’m so gay.)

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srhelena-ofmary · 3 months

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#catholic #carmelites #christian #religious sisters #spirituality #real presence #lent 2024

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blanchebees · 10 months

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Some Nun research

Tip jar

#nun #sister of sin #sisters of sin #the band ghost #artists on tumblr #illustration #religious clothing #traditional art #sketch #doodle #sketchbook #ink #my art #pardon my bad handwriting

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warnersister · 2 months

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By the Book of Leviticus

Alfie Solomons x Jewish!reader

->Alfie while his wife is practicing niddah

niddah - “Biblically based in the Torah, these laws, also referred to as niddah, have developed into an intricate and detailed set of laws that prevent a menstruating woman from having sexual relations with her husband both during her menstrual cycle and for a period of seven 'white days' following”

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You and Alfie slept in separate beds pushed together to make one. Alfie wasn’t fussed but it was as per your request, and he’d cut his own ear off and eat it if you merely asked. Two days before your monthly practise begins, you would push the two adjust slightly, so the two mattresses were no longer touching and hence; no longer any risk of succumbing to any late-night desperations that were so easily achievable.

Alfie strolled into the house with Cyril, hearing scuffling and scraping upstairs and quirking an eyebrow; eyes flicking over to the calendar and there it was: clearly marked in red pen ‘two days’, followed by five days scribbled out in the same red, then several crossed neatly with a pencil. Alfie hummed as his lips kissed his teeth with a tut. That’s why you’d been a bit agitated the past few days.

While practicing Jewish religions, Alfie was a lawless man who only used to turn to God at his darkest hour, breaking down to his Rabbi and shaking when that recent job was just that tad too delicate. Until he met you. Sincere, pure, religion. You were complete oxymorons of each other. Hot ice: shivering in the summer. You completely juxtaposed Alfie and it made him feel whole: holy, even. And it didn’t take long for your religious ways to start rubbing off on him. You weren’t completely blind sighted by the ways of God, but you were raised to practise in such ways and that was what you were going to do.

Alfie never argued when it came to judaism. You tell him what you’re up too, he steps back and lets you do what you need to do. When you’d first started seeing each other, he’d invited you back home after a lovely meal by the docks. You’d sheepishly agree and linked arms with the larger man, allowing yourself to take some of his weight to ease the ever growing pain of his sciatica.

When nearing his house he’d cheekily took his arm you were holding and wrapped it around your waist, leaning down to kiss you to which you instinctively lurched back in response. Alfie pulled away, hurt clearly evident in his eyes but you were quick to speak. “I practise being a niddah, Alf.” You say quickly and his eyes softened in understanding. “I’m sorry I should’ve told you sooner and god do I want to kiss you but I can’t, and” he stopped you by planting a kiss on the top of your head and smiling down to you. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, treacle. I understand. We’ll do everything or nothing when you’re ready.”

And after two years, a marriage certificate and abiding in the same home, he’d become accustomed to the monthly abstinence. Alfie let a tired Cyril march over to his bed and lazily plop down, eyes drooping as he silently moaned at Alfie for moving him. Alfie removed his coat, his shoes and his hat before moving up the stairs to you.

He leant against the doorframe as you’d victoriously placed the bed where it reiteratively sat every month, resting your hands on your hips to admire the handiwork you’d done without the assistance of your big strong Alfie who usually insisted on rolling up his sleeves and shifting it for you.

“See you don’t need me then, do ya treacle? Don’t need your old Alfie. Just an old bag in the wind, hmm?” He grunted, trying to seem unimpressed but couldn’t surprise the smile tugging at his lips when you pivoted to meet him, hurrying over and kissing him sweetly. “I’ll always need you, Alfie.” He smiled down at you. “Has it started yet?” He asked, head motioning over to your bed. You shook your head in response. “Not yet, tomorrow or the day after.” “Great” Alfie threw you over his shoulder and you yelped in surprise, carrying you over to the best and climbing on top of you. “Can have you one last time.” “What happened to the sciatica?” You teased, and he shook his head, already working on the zip of your skirt. “Hush now, darlin”

He loved making love to you before the practise of niddah, enough so you’d remember and carry a loving lisp until the day after it had finished so he was able to do it all over again. During niddah however, Alfie was completely respectful. Doing minimal, yet lovable touches reminding you he was still there. He’d make you breakfast and kiss the top of your head, hugging you close. He’d sit before bed and brush your hair gently. Regardless of his sciatica, he’d carry you through the threshold of the bedroom and to your own bed and tuck you in, telling you “a woman working as hard as yourself right now shouldn’t lift a finger.”

Sure, he’d get antsy at some point. But he’d never tell you that, instead humming a song to you and swaying you gently as he gritted his jaw and glare into the calendar, counting the days which seemed to prologue. But Alfie wouldn’t change it for the world.

And on that evening, when he’d walk back in with Cyril - cursing under his breath as a downpour had caught them by surprise half way. Mood dampened until he heard the all familiar screeching up stairs, beds reconnecting and he smiled, barely able to get his shoes and boots off and adrenaline easing the sciatic pain for a moment, half of his clothes off by the time he got up the stairs. Rushing into the bedroom, and pushing you gently but meaningfully onto the bed as you’d giggle as he’d devour you, a man starved.

Yeah, Alfie didn’t mind this life at all.

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vintageshits · 2 months

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the way he rots my brain is insane.

I need him, please 😩

#crime and punishment #fyodor dostoevsky #raskolnikov #russian literature #literature #classic #rodion romanovich raskolnikov #fydor dostoevsky #my babygirl rodya #crime and punishment 1970 #Lev Kulidzhanov REALLY knew what he was doing when casting him as Raskolnikov #georgy taratorkin is my ultimate raskolnikov #more like #biblically accurate Raskolnikov #look what a cutie he is #he could axe murder my religious friend and her sister and I would NEVER make him feel guilty for that

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honey-tongued-devil · 8 months

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Ghouls' Dinner

A quick drawing of Rain x reader/sister of sin. I think by now my passion for men on their knees has been noticed, and I'm not here to deny myself. Just experimenting with some new styles.

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thelostlisbonsister · 11 months

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when will all my sorrows drift away?

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briefcasejuice · 2 years

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2.02 | 3.01 | 3.10 marvel's daredevil

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