“Christ has no body now but yours. No hands, no feet on earth but yours. Yours are the eyes through which he looks compassion on this world. Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good. Yours are the hands through which he blesses all the world. Yours are the hands, yours are the feet, yours are the eyes, you are his body. Christ has no body now on earth but yours.”
St. Teresa of Avila
A church that doesn't provoke any crisis, a gospel that doesn't unsettle, a word of God that doesn't get under anyone's skin, a word of God that doesn't touch the real sin of the society in which it is being proclaimed -- what gospel is that? Very nice, pious considerations that don't bother anyone, that's the way many would like preaching to be. Those preachers who avoid every thorny matter so as not to be harassed, so as not to have conflicts and difficulties, do not light up the world they live in.
Oscar Romero, The Violence Of Love
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
some of you forget that american southerners and white people aren’t the only christians on earth and it’s very obvious in the jenny holzer richard siken knockoff poetry you write for your portland queer polycule.
jesus was really just like "are you fucking stupid"
this may seem like an engagement farming scheme but i genuinely just wanna see how many there are.
Judas gave into despair judas gave into despair judas gave into despair. Peter denied and repented. The prodigal came home. The prostitute fell at His feet. The publican was justified. At the 11th hour the thief confessed His kingship. Fall get up fall get up. It’s ok it’s ok. It can be ok.
Our Lady of Guadalupe appearing to St Juan Diego on a storefront in Los Angeles.
Our Lady Who Brings Down Walls. Separation wall in Bethlehem, Occupied West Bank, Palestine
thinking about when my friend found a book from the 70s in a church office with truly some of the most insane prayers I have ever heard
Praying is not a way to get what you want. Prayer is the extension of your soul into the world and beyond. To pray is to surrender yourself to the mystery of the divine, and to open yourself to a response you may never have anticipated or wanted. Prayer is an act of humility and acknowledgement that we are part of an infinite cycle centred not on us, but on God. We join with the prayers of those who came before us and those who are yet to come. Our prayers live on even when we have ceased to be. In a way, to pray is to become eternal.
20s. all pronouns. religious sideblog. greek orthodox. just a place to reblog stuff so as to not annoy my followers on my main @fluxofdaydreams
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