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eyes-on-jesus · 1 year

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I pray that God give me the strengh to be nice to people who are mean to me. To not match them in anger and to not be controlled by my emotions.

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jesusfreakspeaks · 2 months

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a portrait of hell

thinking about what hell must be like... that eternal separation from God described as Gehenna, the burning trash heap outside of the Kingdom. where all evil ends up. where the anger of God is upon you like fire. where you live in the darkness that is a life without God's light. where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth.

there are no dogs with bright eyes and wet noses in hell. no beautiful trees. no sunlight sparkling off the water. no flowers. i'm sure there are buildings, of course - awful manmade skyscrapers built from the black rock all around. horrible warring factions. racism. hatred. adultery. misery. everything from tapeworms to leeches in the thorny wild - but no shimmering butterflies. no birdsong to welcome the pale, filmy morning.

every once in a while, the denizens of hell may look up to the flat slab of sky and hope for God to rescue them from this chasm - but it's too late.

there are only two places you can go, in the end. you can pick up your cross and follow Jesus, or you can face the natural consequences of a life spent mired in sin. that's not what God wants for you. that's not what i want for you, either.

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donnadarling · 22 days

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Glass

(A poem by Donna Darling)

"Be ye holy as I am holy," He said So we know we're doing well. For Heaven knows the Holy One Never descended into Hell! Holiness never sat beside sinners Never healed their aching wounds Never drank wine, held men Never blessed the unwed womb. "Take up your crosses," He said So we wear them round our necks. Large enough for the worlds to see Small enough not to break a back Or if we want to suffer like Him A candy one we might buy. We'll fill it up with broken glass Call it martyrdom when we bleed and cry

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renee-writer · 1 year

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How Far?

Written for the @flashfictionfridayofficial incredible 200th prompt! How far we've come, indeed! Congratulations to us all.😁

Hey you? Yes you, the one reading this. Your awesome. Don’t think so? Think all your mistakes disqualify you from being awesome? They don’t.

Don’t believe me. Oh, I have such incredible news for you then! God says you are. Really! He created you and then, wait for it… He said it was very good! Not just good. Oh, He called the stars good, the seas good, the animals, well, they’re good too.

But you, oh you are very good. Yes, I know, you have messed up, time and time again. You have really tried to live up to the standard He expects and you simply can’t. I know. More good news. You can’t and don’t have to do it alone.

He knew, even before He started speaking creation into existence, He knew you couldn’t . He created you anyway! Before the snake in the grass, before the forbidden fruit, He knew. He knew just how He would fix it.

A baby’s cry pierces the silence of the night. Sleepy teenage shepherds are greeted with Good News. Astronomers see a brand new star. The world is introduced to it’s Creator.

He came to set you free. Free from sin, doubts, fear. All the negative stuff. You prayed for forgiveness, was baptized. Yet, each day you have to ask forgiveness again. It is frustrating.

Don’t worry. He knows. Even those sealed with the Holy Spirit will mess up. We still live in a fallen world. But my sister, my brother, look how far you have come!

You strive to live a life honoring Him. You pray, read His word, meet with His people. He sees it all. It is very good.

Just think how far you will have come by the time He takes you home?

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squirrelsession · 1 year

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Whom my soul loves

I caught a glimpse of you and I’m in complete reverence of you. You're perfect but who am I? I was too broken, too lost, too sad In my defeat and shame I built up a wall, isolating myself from the one thing that can bring me happiness. But you beckoned me from the other side. You peaked through the cracks, pursued me, and called to me, "Arise, my love, my beautiful one." You call me out of my darkness into dancing, rejoicing, and intimacy. When you look at me you don't see my flaws. You see a lily among shrubs, a jewel among rocks, a dove among crows. My heart will burn for you forever. I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me. I am a seal upon his heart and a seal upon his arm. My beloved is mine, and I am his.

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god-given · 10 months

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#catholic #catholicism #scrupulosity #christian #spirituality #catholic guilt #religion #christian blog #catholic blogs #catholic writing #christian writing #christian blogging #catholic blogging

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shellyscribbles · 1 year

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Pharaoh

Reminiscing about my days writing songs and playing open mics. This was one of my favorites.

Pharaoh with your head so high,

You’ve usurped a throne that’s not your own.

What makes you believe you could command

That which you have not created?

Pharaoh with your head so high,

Amidst a reeking land now stained by blood.

Your barren fields and starving victims

Testify to your great fall.

Pharaoh, How long till you concede?

Egypt lies in ruin at your hands.

Pharaoh, do you still think you are king?

Your pride destroyed your kingdom.

Pharaoh can you hear their cries?

They stay locked inside on this long night.

This is your last warning,

Before you lose your son.

I walk with my head held high,

As if I knew how to rule this kingdom

I’m starting to see the cracks,

Lining the pavement.

Father, now I see,

This mess that my life lies in,

It is a mess,

Of my own creation.

Father! I now concede,

My life lies ruined at my hands.

Father, I am no king!

My pride has destroyed this kingdom.

Jesus, with Your head bowed low,

Gave up a throne that was all Your own,

You came to redeem that,

Which You had created.

Jesus, with your head bowed low,

You wept in a land stained with blood.

Laid down Your life,

To cleanse it with Your own.

Father, how long till we concede?

Our world lies ruined at our hands.

Jesus, You are the king!

Your love will restore this kingdom.

Father, You heard our cries,

As we wept through this long night.

But to save us, You lost Your Son.

#Poems #lyrics #biblical songs #Exodus #Christian writing #christian

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sadgirlmadgirlbadgirll · 1 year

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Je ne crois pas en Dieu,

La foi chrétienne ne m’a jamais habité;

Et mes parents elle les a vite désertés;

Je ne crois pas aux prièrent aux Cieux,

Des paroles en l’aire,

Indignes de cette nouvelle ère,

Notre Père ne répondra pas;

Ce ne sont que dans les comptes qu’il existera;

Puis qand tu es perdu,

Est-ce que ton dénommé Jesus,

Homme bon et charmant,

Viens te bercer tendrement?

Assèche-t-il tes pleurs?

T’écoute-t-il quand tu te meurs?

Arrache-moi ce chapelet,

Il t’enchaîne a un patrimoine désuet;

Tu sera mieux sans lui,

Il ne t’aide point, il te nuit;

Réalise-tu que tu es prisonnier,

Que toutes tes idées, on te les a implantés?

Tes convictions, effacées?

C’est le temps de s’affranchir,

De nous même réfléchir,

De décider où mourir,

De cesser d’obéir et de subir.

#writing dump #poem #poetry #writing #french poetry #poète français #french writing #christian writing #poeme francais

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aniah-who · 2 years

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Safe and Sound

Something in your eyes tells me everything will be alright. All it takes is just one glance and I’m assured and certain again. The moment I pull my gaze away, the moment I set my eyes on the storm brewing around me is when the flood waters find their way in through the cracks of my faith. Gradually, the torrent rises within me. The winds pick up, sending waves of fear crashing against the walls of my fragile heart and my soul begins to ache. I can hear your soothing voice breaking through the loud.

Look at me.

My eyes remain tightly sealed and I struggle to open them.

I’m right here. It’s okay. I’m right here, I hear your familiar whisper.

That’s when my eyes shoot open and simultaneously meet yours. And an instant, just like that, I’m captivated and my soul is still. There’s just something about your eyes that gets me every time and I know that I’ll be safe and sound.

I’m safe inside the ark of your love. You hide me from the waters of the flood. And though the waves may rage and stand tall, they don’t stand a match against these walls— the walls of your love will always be enough, Jesus.

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ktbymagic · 2 months

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Procrastination. The hill which seemed much to steep to climb. I tell myself, write. Write for this many hours. You must be focused. This time you must be focused. Get it done. And yet the pull of the Internet, the pull of the television, the pull of my very mind drags me away from the task in front of me. And so I write this. In the moment. Not caring about quality just as long as I stay here. Not bouncing between activities. Does not the Bible say to do everything as praise to the Lord? Why do I procrastinate on my praise? Praise to the one who made me! Praise to the one who saved me despite my flaws. And so I write this. The beginning of the end of my procrastination. In the moment. Praise to Jesus. I take action.

#christian writing #writing #writers on tumblr #poetry

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existennialmemes · 5 months

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Christmas Movie, but it's from the perspective of Jesus Christ, who sneaks back to Earth, and is immediately confused why everyone is celebrating his birthday in December.

He wanders into a Megachurch on accident, thinking it was a mini mall, and hears an evangelist (who lives in a mansion) taking the Lord's name in Vain to guilt donations out of people. Then he gets arrested for rushing the stage and beating that guy with a whip.

A significant chunk of the movie is just his elaborate escape from prison, wherein he starts a riot upon learning how cruelly the prisoners are treated by a blasphemous carceral system.

The movie ends with him using God Magic on the president of the US, and being formally declared the Anti Christ by the Catholic Church

#shitpost #shitposting #war on christmas #anti christianity #anti usa #prison abolition #my text #my writing

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morganlxve · 3 months

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A Broken Cross

I didn’t find Jesus in a church. I wish I did. I wish I found him inside marbled walls full of dignity and grace to meet him for the first time. There was no dignity left in my soul when I met him like many others.

My mom once told me that the face formed in the clouds when I was five years old was God showing his face to us. But I still didn’t meet him there.

I didn’t meet Jesus crying in my bed before the age of ten night after night for him to just change the situation I was in. Make my mom love me, make her stop hitting me. To save me from that house.

I didn’t meet him when I got so angry that I threw my wooden cross across the room and broke it. I was twelve and was being sexually abused by a neighbor. My prayers were going unheard to me in that time. I didn’t pick up my faith for years after.

I didn’t meet him during the violent relation I had with someone I called a loved and trusted one. I called it a relationship. It was nothing but suffering.

I met him in the aftermath. I met him one day when everything caught up to me one late night in my old bedroom. I can’t explain in words what happened that night, but I can say I picked up my cross and Bible the next morning and haven’t looked back since.

I usually don’t cry in front of others, I was taught to hold back my emotions. But for the first time in years, I cried like I’d never felt that type of love before. Because I hadn’t.

#christianity #christian faith #christian writing #faith in jesus #testimony

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katschristianrambles · 3 months

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Leaving the Pastures (Poetry)

Lord, my shepherd.

Many times do I wander out of Your presence. I leave behind the pastures and the rolling hills of Your kingdom in search of answers. Out of curiosity, ignorance, distrust, deceit, intent. Whatever the reason, I find myself walking, my back is turned to You.

At first, the beauty continues. The wolf lurks in the darkness, in the shadows of the trees, but I don’t see him amid the wonder of the creation. I follow a path of ferns and pebbles, of oaks and green leaves. I sit beneath the willow tree, its branches hang low over me, and I think.

I’ve been here before. I don’t even realise I’ve left the fields.

Not until the willow begins to wilt, the wind blows, the air grows cold and the sun is clouded. The wolf closes in, becoming visible as my eyes adjust to the darkness. He reaches for me, but I run, blindly, the path disappearing from beneath my feet.

I stop. I can’t run any further, the wolf closes in on me.

But before he reaches me, I am swept up, picked up from the mud, and held close. My Lord, my shepherd has found me; I am safe again. He strikes the wolf, and the animal retreats into the depths once more. I am brought back to the pastures by my shepherd, free to roam and live in peace and safety again. My shepherd cares for me, He leaves the 99 in search of the 1 that walks away. I will stay close to my shepherd until the end of my days.

I am safe.

I am loved.

It is He who will keep me safe.

He who gives peace and comfort and joy in His presence.

He who sends the wolves running.

The Lord, my shepherd, who will care for me all the days of my life.

Lord keep me within Your green pastures. When I wander away from You into the darkness, come and rescue me. Only in You do I have to trust, the only familiar face in a strange world. Bring me home to Your kingdom, Lord, and there I will be for all of eternity.

In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, Your only Son.

Amen

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renee-writer · 11 months

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Forget

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial 202 prompt.

We forget

In the wonder of being His

We forget

That we still live in a fallen world

We forget

When we are surrounded by others that believe

That most around us don’t

We forget

That Satan is still active on this earth

That, right now, it is his

We forget

In our bubble

That there are so many trapped in his lies

We forget

In our pride, our self worship

Our contentment to be in church

We forget

That we are to be the church

We forget

The ones seeking, the ones hurting, the ones hungry,

For the very Bread of Life

That lives in us

We forget

The devil we once knew

The one that enslaved us

In our freedom

We forget

The ones still in chains

We forget

We have the key to unlock them

How can we forget?

#my writing #fff202 #flashficfridayofficial #the devil you forget #writerscreed #forget #christian writing

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katsrambles · 3 months

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Introduction

Hi ! I'm Kath, and welcome to my blog. I wanted a space to post all of my 2am faith-fuelled ramblings, prayers, thoughts, etc… and thus Kat's Rambles was born. So sit back, grab a blanket and some snacks and I hope you enjoy reading !!!

#belief in jesus #christian #jesus #christian writing

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tbwhittles · 4 months

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20 Bible Verses From Proverbs on Morals and Life - LetterPile

The Book of Proverbs is a book for the ages. The advice offered by Solomon is as relevant today as when he wrote them. — Read on https://letterpile.com/religion/The-Book-of-Proverbs-A-Roadmap-for-Life

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