thinking about that one post about america that’s like “I love you jazz and national parks and baseball and 50s diners” and feeling the same way about (the good part of) the culture of being christian. i love you gregorian chant and vivaldi’s gloria and handel’s messiah and unclouded day and didn’t my lord deliver daniel and the oh hellos’ dear wormwood and praise to the lord the almighty and jesus loves me. i love you ancient ethiopian churches dug into the earth and st basil’s in red square and la sagrada familia and washington national cathedral and little wooden frame churches in hidden corners of every country and two or three gathered where no one can build a building. i love you the concept of the imago dei and the ending of roman exposure of infants and the abolition of the british slave trade and the battle hymn of the republic (“as he died to make men holy let us die to make men free”!) and the calling of men to love and sacrifice for women rather than rule them and caring for those everyone else left behind even if it means inconvenience or personal cost. i love you stained glass windows and elaborate wall mosaics and icons and the gospels as painted by rembrandt and the pictures in children’s bibles. i love you gerard manley hopkins and john donne and (sometimes) john milton and george herbert and ts eliot and mary oliver. i love you lucy pevensie and frodo baggins and meg murray and the narrative of the universe in which what is weak has been chosen to shame what is strong. i love you self-sacrifice in roman coliseums and at the stake and in nazi-occupied europe and every day in small acts of love for fellow human beings and small denials of hatred and self-centeredness and cruelty. i love you, concept that ultimate beauty and truth and justice and goodness and love are the center and the end of the entire universe.
Full size (100x86 cm) graphic version of painting for my composition classes. It is needed to better understand tone values and to have a perception of how your work gonna look like in full size. Made with charcoal stick
Sleepy Jesus commissions
jesus was human. sometimes it hits me and im incapable of thinking about anything else. jesus got blisters for walking barefoot & spent entire nights wide awake & got teary eyed while listening to people sing & joked around with his friends & was good with his hands & went swimming in the river when it got too hot & laughed so hard he cried & kissed his mother goodbye & liked when people played with his hair & was always kind to children & stopped to pet stray dogs & got grumpy when he was tired & wept for his life & asked to not be left alone & bled & loved & lived & died
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.
“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
lord above blessed be the queer kids this Easter. for you died to save each and everyone of us. our queerness is not a sin, but a gift, and you rose again to let us live a life in love. I love you I love you I love you.
Happy Easter
Podgórski Cemetery in Kraków, Poland on the evening of All Saints Day.
Read more about the origins of the custom in Poland here: Dziady / Zaduszki / Pominki.
Photos © Krzysztof Kalinowski / LoveKraków.pl
Remember, oh most gracious Virgin Mary….. that sometimes I’m an idiot and need your help
Luke 24:13-37
Happy Easter everybody! Jesus is Alive!
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