jesus entering jerusalem for the last time is meaningful. but it's wrong to think that there is a terminus here, or that we can talk only of him entering on a colt in the morning. because the gospel tells us that he spends the whole day in the city, looking around, wandering, engaging, ongoing, becoming, until it is very late--and only then does he go to find a place to rest with his friends. the image of palm sunday is not of a god entering holy ground. instead, it is a god entering holy ground for the last time--and he knows this. he's taking it all in. he's turning quietly down a side street to take a deep breath. he's staying out later than half of his friends want him to. this god is nostalgic. moving slow, dragging his feet. wanting one, last, good day
ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ ᴡᴇɪꜱᴛʟɪɴɢ
The Chapel of Our Lady of the Snows in Antarctica, the southernmost church in the world
in my mind jesus looks like bahaa sultan
medieval heart-shaped prayer book in a medieval painting and in real life
joan of arc was a butch lesbian. & a gay trans man. & nonbinary. & all these things at once. cope
halos are fun but tbh realistically i think that saints would just have heads burning up with holy fire from the inside out. they'd be uncomfortable to look at, not only because they burn so bright and billow with smoke and flame, but because of the abjectly contradictory, miraculously terrible nature of it. headless but whole. dead yet alive.
Archangels! Michael + Gabriel + Raphael
The Annunciation by Mikhail Nesterov.
20s. all pronouns. religious sideblog. greek orthodox. just a place to reblog stuff so as to not annoy my followers on my main @fluxofdaydreams
170 posts