Christian Transphobia Is So Funny Sometimes

"Why are you supporting X group when you know that they would hate you for being X?" is such an odd take to me. Are you only capable of caring for the people who care for you? Skill issue. Luke 6:32.

My Jesus collection grows

The Chapel of Our Lady of the Snows in Antarctica, the southernmost church in the world

No desire to convert to catholicism but the desire to kind of pretend that no schisms ever happened.

Our Lady Who Brings Down Walls. Separation wall in Bethlehem, Occupied West Bank, Palestine

The most devastating and heartwrenching thing about the Last Supper is that Jesus knew that His disciples, His friends will betray him. Still, He washes their feet, and still, He gives them His blood and body.

And this is the tragedy of God, that He dies for those who are not just abstractly imperfect and who have done something nasty, He dies for people who betray Him daily.

He says: here, I give you the Kingdom, to you who betray me, here, I give you the Kingdom, I've bought it for you with my blood.

And this is the tragedy of Man, that He must carry all that sorrow in Himself, in His human body (it is unthinkable for humans, impossible). And the sorrow evidently eats Him alive, He tries to comfort Himself in His last hours, so He spends them with apostles. Jesus is eager to find a shoulder to lay His head on, a shoulder to cry on. But He has no one to share the sorrow with who won't betray Him, He is alone in that. He has no one who would even understand His sacrifice, oh no, no one would even care to stay awake with Him.

So He turns to the Father, He prays and prays and in His last moments, it's only the Son and the Father who are left. But even the Father leaves Him. Everyone leaves Him, Everything leaves Him. Candles out, it's dark, the Saturday will be quiet.

Victoria MacKenzie, For Thy Great Pain Have Mercy On My Little Pain

son. my son

Archangel Michael through Art History

Hans Memling, c.1466-1473 Juan de la Abadia, c.1480-1495 Master of Castelsardo, 16th century Raphael, 1518 Claudio Coello, c.1660 Luca Giordano, 1663 Sebastiano Ricci, c.1720 Antonio María Esquivel, 1840

the reason i love the comparison between angels and machines (robots, transmission towers, trains, computers, etc.) is that it gets to the heart of what angels essentially are: divine machines. they're mechanisms through with the divine is able to act, created with a purpose and "happy" to fulfil it simply because they were made to do so. they have more in common with a machine programmed to run on algorithms and make calculations based on input commands than they do with humanity, even if they bear a human visage - an attempt by the divine to help bridge the gap. angels do not need to be eldritch monstrosities to be terrifying, because they are already alien to us simply by being angels. for an angel to choose to deviate from their purpose and achieve free will is to fall because in order to have free will they can no longer be an angel, because an angel is defined by its purpose. much like the stories we tell of robots that gain sentence, only to discover that they can never truly be human, but neither can they go back to being a machine, angels who fall become something else entirely, purposeless and adrift and alone. it is a tragic sacrifice.