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William Adolphe Bouguereau (French, 1825-1905) Les saintes femmes au tombeau (The Holy Women at the Tomb or The Three Marys at the Tomb), 1890
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walkswithmyfather · 1 month
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Amen! 🙏🕊️🙌
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apesoformythoughts · 1 month
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‘I have always been a believer. Which is quite understandable: I come from a rather atheistic family. Therefore I believed at first in my parents, as though they were gods (I did not have to topple that idol; it fell quickly enough by itself) […] I believed in Charles Ingalls and his Little House on the Prairie (but for too short a time—alas, I was living in the midst of the high-rises of La Défense, a modern business district in Paris). I believed that food grew right there in the supermarket display cases (and I still have a lot of trouble imagining the time actually required for a turkey to be fattened or an apple to ripen). I believed in the French Revolution and in the Socialist Revolution, although my father was a member of a moderate labor union, at least by French standards…
Soon I believed in Nietzsche, certain that I was Beyond Good and Evil, and in the libertine author Georges Bataille, although a bit too timid to commit myself entirely to the discipline of orgies. Then I believed in Hegel, so as to try to recapitulate all the previous moments of my belief, then, upon returning from "absolute knowledge," I believed in the novelist Céline, preaching the gospel of the Journey to the End of the Night. At the same time I believed in Zen Buddhism—I admit it—and I sat on the floor with business managers and menopausal schoolteachers to accept the marvel of my inner emptiness. In all those phases, of course, I believed a lot in myself, and, above all, I believed that I was not a believer.
And one fine day, whoosh! All this mysticism was swept away by the torrent of life. I rediscovered the fact that I was Jewish and French, only to discover soon afterward, in old books written in French, that God had become a Jew. So then I became a Christian. And even Catholic. That was the end of the time when I was so credulous. And the beginning of a very profound—and humiliating—objectivity.’
— Fabrice Hadjadj: The Resurrection [Résurrection, mode d’emploi; transl. Michael J. Miller]
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phoebepheebsphibs · 1 month
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HAPPY GOOD FRIDAY!😁
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HAPPY GOOD FRIDAY!!
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myremnantarmy · 1 year
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This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad.
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portraitsofsaints · 1 year
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Easter Sunday
Blessed be the God & Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to his great mercy hath regenerated us unto a lively hope, by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. (Peter 1:3) 
Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase here: (website)
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koredzas · 1 year
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Bartolomeo di Tommaso - The Resurrection. 1430 - 1450
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solnunquamoccidit · 1 year
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La resurrección del Señor
by Bartolomé Esteban Murillo (Sevillan, 1617–1682) oil on canvas (164 × 243 cm), c. 1660
Real Academia de Bellas Artes de San Fernando
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derseprinceoftbd · 2 months
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Half of Nona *has* to be dedicated to actually *seeing* what the fuck *happened* back then, right?
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dark333rose · 9 months
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The Lamb That Conquered The World.
I finally finished this digital painting. boy did it take a long time to finish (took many months). probably the most complex digital painting I have done so far, hope it turns out well.
(Fun fact: everything you see in the foreground are symbolic of biblical stories involving Jesus, have a guess which item symbolises which story)
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walkswithmyfather · 1 month
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Friend, God bless your Holy Saturday, as we await the Resurrection. Amen. 🙏
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apesoformythoughts · 1 year
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“He broke bread, ate some grilled fish, shared their meal. He commented on Scripture for them the way we tell at table about an adventure that has recently happened to us. And instead of making a show of strength for them—for example by bending an iron bar through the power of thought—he showed them his wounds. In ordinary miracles, the wounds disappear; here, they remain, eternally.”
— Fabrice Hadjadj: The Resurrection [Résurrection, mode d’emploi; transl. Michael J. Miller]
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behold-aflyingroll · 2 years
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Cutting out just about everything I wanted to share as it dove heavily into my experiences with my disability and didnt feel right with wording it in a way that would keep it within Mormon circles, but basically:
Had a bit of a personal inspiration/revelation that the “perfect bodies” we’ll have after the resurrection isn’t in the sense of “the ideal body” but rather the body that most perfectly represents who we are.
Like, Christ was resurrected with the injuries from his crucifixion still present. I don’t think that counts as “perfect” in the context of “without flaw”
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mother-lee · 1 year
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why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; He has risen!
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mayasaura · 2 years
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do we actually know for sure john *deliberately* wiped everyone's memories, or is it just likely? because it is likely, i'll give you that, but i don't remember anything in the books concretely proving it
It was deliberate. From John 5:4:
"And my loved ones . . . the ones I left, I'll bring back. I know I can. Even G—. In fact, G—'ll be easiest—he won't remember the compound—none of them will have to remember anything. I know where remembrance lives in the brain, and he won't have any of it. You know that too, don't you? It's the easiest thing in the world . . . to forget."
She said, "To forget . . . everything?"
"Yes," he said, and more sharply— "Yes. It's the only way."
"Teacher, why?"
"They won't forgive themselves," he said. "They'll spend the rest of their lives asking what-ifs. 'What should we have done? How could we have done it differently? Did you need to do it?' And—I did need to do it, Harrow. There was no other way. Once the bombs were going off, there was no hope for Melbourne anyway—G— was dead meat."
She said—
"You said that G—'s bomb went off first."
He's justifying it to himself as sparing them the grief and the guilt of having to face what happened. In combination with the ending of Harrow the Ninth, I think it's pretty clear he's afraid of their judgement. He can't bear to be asked to face what he's done, so he makes everyone else . . . forget. And then does his best to forget, too.
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devilatelier · 9 months
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