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blessedarethebinarybreakers · 9 months

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God who gathers outcasts to Her table, move your faith communities into fresh understanding that without disabled people, they cannot represent your heavenly banquet. Move them to seek out our wisdom, and to listen to us when we say what we need — and what gifts we offer.

#disability text prayers #god of the oppressed #disability theology #the body of christ #luke 14

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1-1-s1ay-2-2 · 1 year

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Jesus Christ is returning to Earth in the flesh soon. No one knows the exact time or day (the hour) but God, but He did give us instructions to be alert and ready and watching for the signs of the time of His return. For if we can look to the evening sky and determine what the weather is like, we can look to the signs coming to pass to see approximately when Christ is on the horizon of returning. It’s why lightworkers all around the world are hearing the call in our souls, via our mind’s intuition. The time to share the good news is now, and encouraging one another to embrace the light of truth is how we help each other. Eternity is real and eternal life is a real promise! Not allowing the darkness to overtake our united efforts of sharing the good news, but to stand strong as one, like-minded body of Christ, that is the goal!!!

#the body of Christ #explained

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laski-and-sage · 1 year

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Alucard: Huh... Jesus Christ never introduced himself using pronouns...

TJ: I'm pretty sure he identified as bread at some point!

Anderson:

Anderson: I hate that this is kinda right-

#the body of christ #as bread #the blood of christ as wine #theoretically #MOMENT #JESUS CHRIST IS FRENCH!#JESUS IS A CROISSANT!#OR BAGUETTE!#Sorry...#shitpost #pineapple #hellsing ultimate #hellsing #alucard #alexander anderson #oc: tj

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suziegallagher · 12 days

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Anchored in Peace, United in Love, Rooted in Gratitude: A Reflection on Colossians 3:15

Introduction: The verse from Colossians 3:15 is a powerful reminder of the peace that comes from Christ and the unity we are called to as members of one body. It also emphasizes the importance of gratitude in our lives. Let’s delve deeper into these themes. The Peace of Christ: The peace that Christ offers is unlike any other. It’s a peace that surpasses understanding and guards our hearts and…

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#changed life #church #Colossians 3:15 #goodness #one body #thankfulness #The body of Christ #unity

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kdmiller55 · 1 month

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Better and Brighter Together

12 Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, so now, not only as in my presence but much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling, 13 for it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure. 14 Do all things without grumbling or disputing, 15 that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a…

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#be like Christ #fruit of righteousness #have the mind of Christ #love #New Testament #oneness #Paui #Philippi #Philippians #Philippians 2 #salvation #sanctification #suffering #the Body of Christ #the character of Christ #the church #unity

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tears-that-heal · 4 months

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Happy New Year 2024!!!! 🎂🎉

Red Flag Symbols for Christians *Review*

(right beside Jesus)

It’s a brand new year of epic adventures out there! Opportunities for both successes and mistakes. Ah, the life of a human being. Lol 😋 Living on this earth as Christian has no excepts from this truth, too. The one difference is that we don’t need to depend on our own strength and means to live, but have an unbreakable safety net through our faith in Jesus. Thank you Jesus for taking my place in my well-deserved death sentence. To forever and eternally be separated from you. 😔 Now I know you so much more than before, and I don’t want to live this life without you. 💖. I love my Jesus!!!

So this week I’m late in posting this week’s blog post. Boo, but I hope it’ll still be a good one. Last week’s post was an awesome long, hardcore post. The topic of healing crystals and gemstones has been weighting on my heart for a very long time. Please give it a glance sometime! 🌻

Previous blog posts are followed…..

A total of 5 blog series posts in late 2023! HUZZAH!!! I think that’s a great start. 😄 If this is your first time hearing about my blog series, this was made for you. Easy link accessed to read them all!

I’m thinking my next post maybe on The Lunar New Year. This orient new year festival will take place on February 10, 2024. More to come soon! God Bless & Take Care! 💖✨

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wecanbeperfect · 7 months

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THE POOR OPPRESSES THE POOR

Proverbs 28:1 The wicked flee when no man pursueth: but the righteous are as bold as a lion.

#Be bold #Be righteous #Sons of God #Daughters of God #The Body of Christ #The Lion of Judah #A More Perfect Tabernacle #Jesus Christ #The Son of God #Praise The Father #God

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faithfromanewperspective · 6 months

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designing home

what is home to me?? I don’t answer this with a place, but it’s who I feel like I belong with isn’t it?? It’s been a long time of not feeling that. I do admit it. I also admit I’m learning more and more, I am so so capable of creating that. maybe one day I’ll be a plant with roots in the ground. maybe one day I’ll have a place I’m able to rest. I know I can’t now. not yet. I know I’ve got nothing to rest in. nothing but what is supernatural and insubstantial and strung together like hope. hope that’s turning from an abstract concept I would rattle off like a sunday school answer to something I can kind of make out the outlines of. I hate that it’s taken me half a subject into a masters degree to realise this.

so maybe now that we’re somewhere in the in between—it’s ironic isn’t it? that I’ve dedicated so much of my life, most of the last decade as soon as I’ve been a conscious human who can think independent thoughts, into designing spaces and ways to decorate them that work for people but I can’t for myself. how can I meet my own needs when my needs are simply that, to quote a movie and a historical figure an old love introduced me to, I can ‘put a little bit of it [the mess in the world all around] back together’? so overwhelmed by the lack of autonomy and connection I can feel all around me. I just want to feel progress. send out to the universe me saying it’ll get better, I’m working at it, I’m making it better, and have that serotonin and confidence from realising, I really can make this better. seeing my own progress. because really what I’m looking for is I know I can’t fix all the problems in the world. I want a home I can feel satisfied with.

and we’re back to the question, as we’re in between the starting mess of a canvas in trying to recycle and the ideal, and always will be (my old pastor used to talk about the messy in-between kingdom after death is defeated by the death of a god but before death has stepped down rule so we still feel its hold. I’ve always felt like I’m living in that). what do I do?? I long to connect, it regulates me, I moved here because my connection needs were being unmet and I needed a physical space I could invite people in to. that’s probably my number one priority. to have my own space that invites connection. and it helps, to be seen, witnessed by someone I can relate to, remind me I’m not alone.

if home is about connection, it’s somewhere that facilitates me connecting to all sorts of things. to nature, to the built environment around me, somewhere that when I mask so long I forget who I am I can come back to it. to both the place and its people who I let in and remember who I am. they are like visual prompts. their presence a trigger for my nervous system but a good one, a calming one, a regulating one. maybe that’s why, be it my birds or whoever lives under whatever roof I’m in, when they’re distressed, it’s like I’ve lost that. I’ve lost my tether to this planet; everything is going wrong. if I had a role in that, I must be the worst person ever to cause such great destruction. how can I survive, if I can’t do this one thing? feed the system, steward it, the system I need to survive? that feeds and grounds me?

that’s why I wake with the sun. why laundry day and getting it all done is so important to me. vacuuming and the dishes. why I must make a castle for my birds that meets their needs. why I long to create homes for me and others out there who have similar needs where we can solace. that’s why I’ve found it so important for me to do the little things I can so that I can feel little by little, the chaos is receding, build my confidence that I might mess up yes but I’m learning to do things right, I can do that too. that this ambition burning in my soul to just build structures of love, it’s not useless. I need to triage my energy to find the best ways for me to do that. I want people to be able to come to me and relax. I know their needs (that part I have to thank my teenage self for honing in that intuition that I now can’t turn off) and I see them and I’ve seen it before and I can tell them, this problem you feel weighing on you is solvable, watch. until they too feel this confidence I’m trying to build in myself.

but what of me? are my problems solveable?

first, being able to let my guard down and let people in. no fear of messing up, forgetting, showing something that wasn’t meant to exist let alone be shown, because whatever exists exists because we mean it. whatever we don’t want to exist—well we work to make our ambitions line up with reality. I still clean my parents’ house, because then they might feel this for themselves. then maybe the years of shame, maybe I can relax as they do. or at least clean without the pressure of having someone over. having a deadline. I can relax, we all can, knowing there is nothing here to hide. nothing to do that we can’t, because we can do it all we can fit it all into our schedule and routine.

I don’t even say no to myself in order to do a more urgent task anymore. I’m most productive when I have my peace. that’s my main goal and takeaway of this year. what can you do to facilitate this?? let people in. share your secrets that you thought you’d implied for so long didn’t exist that none of your school friends asked. learn to share your story. create spaces, havens, with the people you trust who you let in. share who you really are. who I really am. I’m not sure that most people around me know it. how much the way I see the world shapes who I am, my identity, and it’s not just neurodivergence or my beliefs but a complex interaction between them and the way my education, my empathy, has changed me, molded me from shapeless nothing into someone with a voice and purpose. I don’t know who around me has met her, or knows that she exists. but she earns my wage and she makes community and she designs places. I know that.

it’s somewhere that the hurdles are manageable and fit within a system of this-is-my-life. a rhythm. I’m a musician. I don’t mean no hurdles, because I feel pretentious and I don’t feel comradeship that I perceive as connection if so. I mean that I don’t run the race without being fed that day. I mean I get love in and love is what comes out and motivates me as I do hard things. I mean it’s pumping blood through my veins. Giving me purpose. I mean that I am literally so disabled when I don’t have my need of being seen and seeing others and the magic it brings and the unlikely optimism it brings, connection based on equality, that’s all I want in the world, met. I can build cities with my bare hands when these things are flowing in. so they’re of utmost importance, that I pull all these things together and have them feed me and my home is what facilitates this or else I’ll starve. And I fully think after feeling discouraged for so long masking around everyone I know because I can’t speak their language, not anymore, that I can get there.

maybe it’s the kid from western sydney who has the best friends in the world from childhood talking but I am her and I do so well to remember that, I forgot for so long. It’s like I’ve been asleep, walking in a dreamlike daze being who they told me I was because it hurt to think of what I lost so I just forgot I ever had it before. But I never lost it.

and this is the wind under my wings as I say I can do it, I can walk with everyone I know out of the shutoff from connection burnout all my adult family members and the only friends I relate to are in. We all experience it different ways. And I wish life wasn’t such hard work but it’s the kind of work that is rewarding to do and if this is my life, I can manage it. As long as part of wherever I experience as home is able to give me the special mix of connection nutrients I need. because it’s not something anyone feeds you naturally.

so in the end, it doesn’t really matter what it looks like or how it functions as long as it does and the hurdles it brings aren’t the kind that distract me from the hurdles, the relational ones, that I’ll always have to face in my life. what matters, what supports me, is am I able to let love and connection in in a way that doesn’t hurt me by making me be something I’m not? and can I have a secure diet of that, one that’s healthier and healthier every day until the fear that it won’t happen is a distant memory that can no longer draw blood?

and I wonder if you, too, want that. After all, it’s why I do what I do isn’t it?? In perceiving you, seeing to the heart and validating that I put a little piece of the world back together. I think that’s the only way we exist without hurting each other—that even our most capital-intensive needs are simply a magic expression of symbiosis, in which we are part of an ecosystem that receives joy and purpose and these feelings I’ve discussed in return for giving you what you need to regulate the distress, ease the pain, bring the ecosystem which you are a part of into a little more harmony, a little deeper connection that soothes our aching souls in a way that until you experience it, you never know how much it pumps sunlight into your veins (like actual symbiosis of photosynthesis) in a way that makes any work you do to maintain this relationship so, so satisfying and as much a part of the joy as the result itself.

#urban design #urban ecology #society as an ecosystem #punk christianity #the body of christ #but religion neutral #neurodivergent liberation #biomimocry #ecology #ecosystems!!

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tabernacleheart · 9 months

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...To obtain this promised blessing [in John 6:51], what is required is clear— a participation of Christ— heavenly food, which is Christ Himself, as once crucified, Who has now been glorified. It is not here said that the one thing needful is only faith in Christ, for, although it is only by faith that we can receive Christ, yet faith is not the bread, but the hand by which we receive the Bread; faith in Christ crucified is the condition required, but the bread of life is the reward conferred upon that faith. Faith is the qualification; the thing to be sought for is the Body and Blood of Christ.

Dean Hook

#this is a vital distinction #Dean hook #John 6:51 #The Eucharist #Faith #reflect on this #the body of christ #The blood of Christ

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doulafaith · 10 months

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United in Love

Context: Ephesians 2: 1-22 Focus: Ephesians 2: 17-22 “And he came and preached peace to you who were far off and peace to those who were near. For through him we both have access in one Spirit to the Father. So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God, built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ…