HOLY COW YOUR BIBLE POSTS
I’ve been Christian for 15 years and I never thought about the prophets as whumpees. I am enraptured by this take on the Bible.
Also, have you gotten to Jezebel yet? Her death is *chef’s kiss*
JEZEBEL IS ANOTHER FAVOURITE OF MINE YES. not as in omg i love her but as in wow amazing story. for anyone who doesnt know jezebel was prophesised to die and have her body be eaten by dogs so that she would never be buried. and thats exactly what happened. very very whumpy. and u know what? im not mad abt it at all bc she wanted to hurt my dear dear elijah... no one hurts my dear dear elijah.
im glad u like my bible posting :) ive been told my comments and opinions r... very fresh. a new perspective /j the thing is- yes im reading the bible but im also super super cynical abt it and i also have "must project onto the characters and must read it like its a YA novel" disease. like bc of my bad experience w religion i went into it Wanting to poke holes in it lol but the more i read the more i understand how it works. and the more i understand that most of the Bad Bible Things ive heard growing up were either completely taken out of context or straight up lies. its a little comforting ngl
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I want to talk about the hipocrisy of christian parents, specifically mine. Specifically mine relating to the story of my birth
See my mother couldn't get pregnant, every doctor she saw told her that she'd never be able to get pregnant and carry a baby to term, they offered her ivf treatment but even then there was a very small chance of her actually carrying to term. So, as she was raised in the church she did the only thing she could think of doing, she prayed, and prayed and prayed, after all it had worked for Hannah so why not for her. After a while she did get pregnant and 9 months later I was born, the only complication being that my lungs were underdeveloped, neither of us should have survived the pregnancy, doctors were stunned, by all accounts it was a miracle.
Yes, I was a miracle baby.
My parents told me this story many times growing up, and I really think they shouldn't have, this was a story better kept to themselves.
About 17 and a half ayears later I came out as trans, oh what I mistake that was. My parents did just about everthing short of throwing me out on the street. They actually threatened to do exactly that if I didn't immediately stop being trans. I didn't have anywhere to go and had nothing to live off without them, so I did the only thing I could, I went back into the closet. I became very depressed, I nearly killed myself.
And that's the hipocrisy, my parents wanted a child so badly, they believed my entire existence was a miracle, a gift from god, but then the second I wasn't what they wanted me to be they were ready to throw me away.
They would throw away their miracle child for being trans.
And that is incredibly fucked up. I thought they loved me, I thought nothing could ever change that, I thought they wanted me and would be happy to have me in whichever way I happen to exist, but alas, that was proven false as I was tossed away like a child tosses away a play thing they're disinterested in. That hurt, deeply, that caused a permanent rift between me and my parents, especially my mother. I can never really go back from that. Every conversation with them are now tainted, every "I love you" has a little asterisk at the end now.
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And God saw the light, that it was good
FYI I’m not a practicing Catholic (Schrödinger’s Catholic) (I’m agnostic unless my parents ask) and I speedran my First Communion + First Confession + Confirmation so I’m basing this off 6 years of Religous Ed. crammed into 6 months and 15 minutes of googling Christianity in Japan. Yee
Okimura Rin is a dutiful Christian.
Mostly.
Some of the time.
Okay, so not really, but he definitely goes to Sunday mass more often than Yukio and he always helps out around the monastery and he goes to confession once a month, so, really, between him and Yuki, he’s definitely the more dutiful Christian.
Yeah, sure, sometimes he struggles with the theological virtues and the cardinal ones, and if he thinks about the fruits of the Holy Spirit, he isn’t exactly great at patience, gentleness, or self-control… but he tries his best, and he’s pretty sure God appreciates it anyway. Because He is all loving. All forgiving.
It’s hard to think about God when his demonic heritage is revealed. He’s the son of Satan. The offspring of evil incarnate. Why would God let him exist? How could he be anything but damned?
It’s Monday. Rin is alone.
The worse thoughts always come to haunt him when it’s quiet. They prey on him when he’s alone, without any friends to distract him. Not that he has any friends anymore after he revealed Satan’s flames. How could anyone accept something so stupid, so useless, when they were going to Hell either way? Why the hell did he bother?
He needs to get out.
He scribbles a hasty note in case Yukio comes home while he’s gone (not fucking likely he’s never home he hates you-) grabs his keys and wallet and goes wandering around the campus.
Somehow, he walks for what feels like hours but may have only been a few minutes before he finds himself outside a small church. He’s never seen it before, tucked into the little alley like it is. It’s open for confessions.
Rin walks in.
“It’s been…” he wracks his brain as he tries to make himself comfortable in the confessional, “six months since my last confession.” It felt like so much more.
“I haven’t been going to services,” he starts and it’s like he can’t stop. “I’ve fought with my brother more often than usual. I harmed one of my teachers during a training session. My dad died because of me. I… found out I was the son of an evil man,” he explains inadequately. “I’m damned. For these and all my sins, I am heartily sorry.”
The priest is silent for a moment.
“It sounds like you’ve been going through a lot,” he says gently.
“Yeah,” Rin croaks, and it’s only just not a sob.
“How did your father die?”
“He… he was protecting me,” Rin says softly, “from… my biological father.”
“Then I think that he wouldn’t be happy with you stewing in guilt,” the priest says. “Just because your father is evil doesn’t mean that you are evil.”
“But I’m like him!” Rin says, desperately. “I-I-I hurt people!”
“Do you want to do it?” the priest says calmly. “Do you want to hurt people?”
“No,” Rin whispers.
“You are a child of God,” the priest proclaims. “You renounce sin and seek to do good. There is no penance for being the son of a bad man. Try to attend Mass more often. Your penance is three Hail Marys and two Our Fathers. You may now say your Act of Contrition.”
Rin walks out of the church feeling lighter than he has before, like a burden has been taken from him, the reassurance that he can be good if he chooses to be. He feels… different, lighter, after getting it all out of his chest, even if it was inadequately explained to a stranger in a confessional booth. It’s different to have to convince the whole world that he isn’t his father then it is to have someone else tell him he isn’t evil.
You are a Child of God.
You are a Child of God.
Rin takes solace in those words. They’re right. They have to be.
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