#embody Christ

[dramoor]

“If we do not 'become the Scriptures,' then reading them will have been in vain.

Christ says the same thing in a different manner:

‘If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love.’ (John 15:10)

In this saying, Christ reveals that the keeping of His commandments is a means of communion. It is not a legal or moral matter. Rather, keeping His commandments is a means of embodying Christ Himself. This is theosis in its most immediate form.

Understanding the commandments and the discipline of putting them into practice is a matter of communion.”  

~Fr. Stephen Freeman, From The Ascetic Imperative - A Matter of Communion

(Image: Icon of Christ the True Vine - late 20th century - Dormition Convent, Parnes, Greece, based on an early 15th century by Angelos Akotantos at Malles, Hierapetra)

#Orthodox Christian #theosis #obedience to Christ #keep God's commandments #love one another #love God #Scriptures #abide in God's love #Icons #christ the true vine #Fr. Stephen Freeman #embody Christ #communion

[apenitentialprayer]

In professing the resurrection of the body —and not simply the immortality of the soul— the church understands eternal life to be not something that we escape into, leaving behind the flesh and its existence in time, but something that lifts both the body and our time on earth into an eternal ripeness. Note that what happened to Jesus in the body in his time on earth he brings with him into eternal life. What had happened here was not swept away. It was transfigured. His lesions and his loves remained his own.

Rev. Terrance Klein ("What Age Will You Be in Heaven? All of Them")

#Christianity #Catholicism #resurrection #Transfiguration #theosis #Jesus Christ #embodiment #life #eternity

[whollyjoly]

for some reason i can't explain i know saint peter won't call my name

nothing that lives, lives forever - an immortal soldier!alton more au

(1.1k of snippets from my old guard(ish) au where alton more is old, too old, and has been living and fighting far longer than anyone should. full description/other thoughts at the bottom. tw: blood, violence, mentions of death)

Alton clicked the lighter closed, running a thumb over the silver case. The night was warm, sticky in a way that he never could get used to. He sucked in a breath from the cheap cigarette, letting his head fall back against the rough side of the barracks.

It was quiet. Typically, there would be no end to the commotion coming from the small building, one of many that littered Camp Toccoa. The wall of sound was ever-present, no matter if it was shouting or laughing or snoring. But whatever the cause, there was always noise. 

No matter if it was a blanket of noise he knew well, unchanging except for the language and the scenery. Soldiers are soldiers, and some things are a constant. It could almost be comforting, if it didn’t also mean that the need for soldiers was a constant as well.

However, tonight was a Saturday, and it was one of the few weekends that Sobel had allowed Easy the use of their weekend passes. Almost every man in the company had jumped at the chance to get off base, to travel home if they could and spend time with loved ones. The ones with farther-flung hometowns had spirited off to Atlanta, happy to spend their time drinking and dancing and fucking instead of slogging through another run, three miles up, three miles down.

Normally, Alton would have joined them in their carousing - it was easier to pass the time with the effortless camaraderie built during a training camp than bored and alone. 

But today had been a bad day. The sound of swords and the shift of sand beneath his feet followed him out of his nightmares, the humid summer of Georgia morphing itself into the baking, dry heat of the desert. 

His shouts must have been real, because when a hand came to shake him out of his dream, the first face he saw was not that of a grouchy NCO, but of a blood-caked Saracen, eyes alight with righteous fury. 

Alton didn’t think. He had grabbed the knife from under his pillow, an old thing that had been sharpened more times than he could begin to count, and was on the man in less than a breath, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. The familiar thrum of blood beat against his fingertips, the grit of sand scratched his gums. He knew what he had to do, had done it a thousand times, a thousand thousand times, what was a little more bloodshed spilled across his feet-

Alton had blinked, and came to himself in a rush.

Instead of an unnamed Saracen, the ashen face of Johnny Martin stared up at him, eyes wide behind the knife.

Alton drew back his hand, retreating almost as quick as he had lunged earlier. He mumbled a quick curse and apology as he stepped out of arm’s reach from the man. It wasn’t until Martin’s eyes widened even farther that Alton realized his tongue was slipping out Arabic of all things.

Usually, Alton was better about remembering himself, who he was almost as important as where he was. But for whatever reason, his demons had decided to catch up with him that night.

After a quick smile and some quip about the Krauts in his dreams, he managed to wave an only-slightly-mollified Martin off. The shorter man apparently hadn’t forgotten it though, if his watchful eyes during chow that morning were anything to go by.

Alton was just glad that no one else was awake to see it, at least. That was the last thing he needed.

And so, instead of joining in on a weekend of broads and booze, Alton found himself waving away the invitation by an eager Smokey and bemused Alley. When the horde made their way out of the barracks, fantasizing in bawdy terms about their planned misadventures, he felt like he could breathe easy.

Fucking finally.

~~

Alton took another drag from the cigarette. He watched the smoke curl, up and up until it faded into nothing amongst the darkening sky.

The lighter was a welcome weight in his hand, grounding him to this time, this life.

The design was worn by now, details barely visible after a half century of worrying. It still managed to amaze him, sometimes, what people could do with the smallest of canvases. Alton didn’t feel the same wonder however, wasn’t as mesmerized by the beauty man could create as he once was.

But in the quiet moments, he could still appreciate the time some French craftsman took to transform a hunk of metal into a small token carried around by a dead man.

Luz had spied the lighter one weekend, and laughed at him for using something so old-fashioned. Alton just shrugged, not caring to admit that he was still getting used to having a light at his fingertips. It wasn’t all that long ago when he was still lighting a pipe with a flintlock pistol, and not so long before that when he would carry around a flint and steel.

Time was passing all the more quickly these days, technologies changing and advancing, and everyone was obsessed with needing things to be quicker, cheaper, simpler. Alton scoffed. He could hardly find it in him to care.

He glanced down at the lighter in his hand, shifting it back and forth in a practiced motion and watched as the light skittered across the sides. 

It had shown flowers, once. A veritable garden of carnations, daffodils, and lilies of the valley, with leaves spilling across the front panel onto the back. They represent good fortune, he was told. Good fortune, luck, and hope. 

When the merchant described it to him, eyes ablaze with a passion known only to those with wares to sell, Alton didn’t try to hide the snort that escaped his throat. 

Fortune and Luck had abandoned him long ago, and hadn’t returned since waking up in a battlefield abandoned by all but the dead, sword in his chest and blood in his mouth. 

And what the fuck was Alton supposed to do with hope?

It was the quote on the back that had caught his eye, all those years ago in a street market in Reims. The beveled edges had faded with time, the familiar letters Alton traced were more memory by now than any physical mark. Une vie honorable est une vie éternelle.

An honorable life is an eternal life.

Alton couldn’t help but stare at the message, both then and now. He hated that goddamn word. Immortal. Unending. Eternal. 

They were such flowery words, used by people who craved what they couldn’t have, what they shouldn’t. The romanticized idea of the everlasting, the fountain of youth, the gift of life! Alton was sick of it.

This wasn’t life. He was a fucking dead man walking. And he sure as hell didn’t do anything honorable to deserve it.

months ago, while thinking about the absolute insanity of the almost...cavalier? attitude we see alton more have over the course of the series, an idea hit my brain: what if there was a reason nothing seemed to phase him - not panzers, not being a breath away from a car wreck, not bastogne, not speirs? what if this wasn't his first war? that thought spiraled me into a minor insanity that is this: my immortal soldier!alton more au, loosely inspired by the movie the old guard (2020). the idea is that, once upon a time, there was a soldier in a land many centuries ago. one day, he died in battle. and then, he woke up. and then he died. and then he woke up. over, and over. drawn to countless battles, conflicts, and wars, each one etching itself into the core of his soul. a never-ending cycle...until one sweltering summer, where he found himself at a training camp at the foot of a mountain. anyways. at some point, i plan on writing this as a full story, but that is admittedly a long ways away. however, in celebration of alton more's birthday today, i wanted to post my favorite scene that i've written for this au! it's set sometime at the beginning of the story, in the early days of camp toccoa. mostly, it's just a character study of this version of alton more. hope you enjoyed! and of course - happy birthday alton more!

(song insp.)

taglist: @sweetxvanixlla @coco-bean-1218 @bucky32557038ww2 @georgieluz @samwinchesterslostshoe @xxluckystrike @next-autopsy @ronald-speirs @land-sh @ronsparky @panzershrike-pretz @theredrenard @kyellin

#happy alton more day! #holy shit im actually posting this...i've been sitting on it for MONTHS #but YEAH its just...the gothic romanticism about the physical embodiment of war and soldiers and the concept of death you know?? #what it means to feel and to live and to connect to those around you when it all feels so fleeting #fleeting not just due to the nature of war but also the nature of immortality #or something #...look i have a lot of thoughts about this story okay #it kills me #its also known in my brain as the “how immortal soldier!alton more made friends” story #because literally thats it thats the plot #OH WAIT did i forget to mention that speirs is also an immortal soldier in this story?? #oh yeah thats the best fucking bit - they met like centuries and centuries ago on the wrong ends of one of the various punic wars #(where speirs was known back then as...wait for it...TERTIUS) #its good goddamn shit okay #also explains why alton is so fucking unflinching towards speirs at any given point and why they were so petty about the photo albums #ANYWAYS if anyone wants to hear more about this!! come stop on by!!! #also yes the title is a reference to the old guard #as is the reference to the siege of jerusalem which is where joe and nicky met #immortal soldier!alton more #alton more #easy company #band of brothers fic #mine #band of brothers #bofb #hbowar #em's moodboards #em writes #jesus christ i guess that's a tag now #alright here we go out into the void

[bonnieisaway]

i think i'm far too generous with how i describe thirteen as only 'warming up' to seven given what this scene did to me as a person

im sorry she literally went SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M STAYING

does that look like the face of a woman who said that platonically. does that look like the face of a woman who meant "i'm going to risk my fucking life throwing down with two shadow killers for you and my only way i can muster telling you i would not leave you here alone for the world is repeating the thing you said in a VERY romantic way previously and this will be the ONLY time i choose to touch you in a non-violent way and become INCREDIBLY flustered I just said that out loud BUT IN A PLATONIC WAY" to you. sure. sure that's SUCH a platonic way to communicate the message. SURE. SURE

playing it off ain't working I Know What You Are Thirteen

#scissor seven #jesus christ just kiss already #they're only friends and the queen of england is still alive #meihua “i totally dont like you wdym i totally said that platonically” shisan #they literally invented “he fell first she did not want to fall AT ALL” #thirteen is the embodiment of the trope like #oh god. i like them. OH NO. WHY THEM #and i love her for that #scissor seven is a slow burn and i am an arsonist #they're in love and any arguements against this we're throwing down in the ring

[hail-omadius]

Me trying to explain to my vaguely religious mother that Dionysus and Jesus may actually be two aspects of the same diety

#Dionysus #hellenism #paganism #Local man looks after the sick and immigrants and protects minorities #Is raised from the dead and has a father who rules the skies #Blood. Wine. Vices or sin as they call it #Dionysus existed before christ and before greece #I have a lot of very specific and detailed feelings about my spirituality #Jesus is a flawed diety as all others are he was just as much off his rocker as the lord of parties themselves in this essay I will #people only view dionysus as the hedonism god who doesn’t care about your liver it couldn’t be further from the truth #do you really think a diety of wine would encourage its abuse get the fuck outta heeeeeere #Duality is also big in pagan deities #Embodying the suffering itself and freedom from the suffering works just fine #‘’But OP he tells people to worship the one true god’’ which one. go on tell me #also can man not lie when writing things down? #the bible is in several languages it was a historical document collab #you could also see the one true god as a god that embodies all other gods #an unnamed force all gods came from #he also spoke in parables constantly and the old testament was literally a bunch of metaphors to teach lessons barely any of it was- #-actually real #saying jesus was a pantheon god is probably the least popular thing i’ve said #may make many people mad #but jesus loves these kinds of people he knows that the ones who know him will be shunned by the majority #which is why i don’t abide by organised religions worshipping jesus #often it’s a malformed and terrifyingly bastardised version

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

what are you guys' headcanons about how timelords (or maybe the doctor/master in particular since theyre always special cases) scar?

i dont have any real thoughts yet but the two times it's come up in my fics now ive sorta gravitated to the idea that maybe they dont necessarily scar in the same way that theyre regenerated like, clara voice: whys it got lines on it? it's brand new. how can his hair be all grey? he just got it.

like i think maybe they come preloaded with a bunch of scars that they didnt necessarily get but it's just like every other part of their body like "who frowned me this face"

and then along with that, the same way that their hair barely grows, maybe they dont really get scars from injuries either. unless it's special cases. ive made 13 had a scar where 12 got shot by the cyberman once bc shes so like, stuck in all the trauma from that time so it shows on her body, but like im not married to that idea

im not married to any of this. not attached at all. i dont have a good reason for 'they dont scar' except for like i said it's like hair and stuff. im asking in case anyone had some actually fun ideas/headcanons. like something a bit more nyarlothepy

i also dont think it'd be like impossible for them to scar, the example i gave was crossregeneration but also just within one regeneration i think it can happen the same way their hair can grow but i think it'd take a bit of a special occasion. something thats gonna leave a lasting effect on them you know? otherwise regeneration stuff just smooths it over makes them look new again

especially the last version of the master i feel like he might have gotten some serious scars in his time spent on earth

#like if 13 had seen o naked and then later the master in potd for hate sex reasons idk she;d be like jesus christ #like okay this timeline is not how it works but i imagine he'd have all the scars from like all the killing rasputin attempts you know? #which is Not how the timeline works but VIBE WISE #i think hes very banged up #also do you ever think abt what it must be like to regenerate a body with all this apparent history #and you have history. but it never showed like this #or like the history you have doesnt directly correspond to the history that now shows on you #maybe you go looking for connections #things youve lived things you remember hurt you carry #go looking for in your body #regeneration embodiment is such a great subject to think about in general #wish i could do that

[despertara]

Irene bro if you see this I want you to know I've been podcasting (talking loudly and emphatically to myself) abt that Grammy Gun post for Hours. I started ranting in the rb tags and then I got so mad I started a spreadsheet on my phone Yes I have the Excel app. No I did not finish my tags

#Pacing around my house ''IN LIEU OF A PERSONALITY TAYLOR HAS A MARKETING STRATEGY AND THAT'S WHY WHITE AMERICANS LOVE HER'' #''BC SHE'S A WHITE GIRL NEPOBABY & THEREBY PERFECTLY EMBODIES WESTERN IDEALS: MARTYR COMPLEX + ARYAN PROFIT + QTY>QUALITY + CENTRIST + MID' #''AND IT'S PROBABLY TOO GENEROUS TO CALL HER A CENTRIST WHEN SHE'S NEVER REBUKED THE PPL WHO CLAIM HER AS THEIR ARYAN PRINCESS'' #''THE VENN DIAGRAM OF PPL WHO ARE SICK OF HEARING ABT PALESTINE AND PPL WHO CAPE FOR TAYLOR IS ALMOST CERTAINLY A SINGLE PERFECT CIRCLE'' #''IN WHAT WORLD IS SHE A TORTURED POET HER WRITING IS ON PAR WITH RUPI KAUR AND— WHO'S EMAILING ME FUCK OFF'' #In the shower ''AND ANOTHER THING'' #She's the physical manifestation of privileged ppl's desire to be oppressed bc they can't stand when the convo isn't abt them lmfaooooo #''it's hard for skinny white conventionally attractive cishet ppl whose fathers were bankers too!!! Don't erase my truth!!! 😭'' #''Taylor is the number one most streamed/whatever artist in the world'' #Popularity or notoriety? Bc the US is also well-known for Trump + Texas + public shootings + genocide + wasting money on football stadiums #But again! She's the Western/American Ideal Made Flesh! It's Punk To Have Money And Connections! #And Being White Is The Punkest Of ALL! #Oh my Christ I say this all the time but if university classes have to be offered on her they should be in Marketing and Ethics #She should be a business school case study and that is NOOOT a. Compliment #She couldn't even stick with country bc how truly country of an experience could she have had when her daddy was rich like #She doesn't have the range like idc if you like her just don't act like she's revolutionary when all her movements are calculated + LATERAL #It's not art it's business acumen please she is rewarded by the Grammies bc they respect her for upholding Capitalism I'm so tired #Remember when they gave AOTY to HARRY last year when Beyoncé and Benitito were RIGHT THERE #It's propaganda just like the news plzzzzzzzzzzzz you are all lemmings and she know it which is why she is so good at CONNING YOU #ME N BRO TAG #These are not the comments I wrote on that post you tagged me in btw I got out of the shower to write these FRESH #You know Kacey Musgraves is coming out w a new record too and even tho she got cut out of the CMAs last time she's still proudly country... #I am never drying my hair at this rate #Too busy explaining to you - in complete detail -..........

[queenboimler]

now that i finally have time to myself i can start writing my queer cosmic horror scifi/fantasy about a mad scientist accused of war crimes who is sentenced to death by black hole but miraculously comes back years later utterly changed

#think a mix of cosmic horror x star wars x grandmaster of demonic cultivation #think how wei ying came back from the burial mounds the first time!! thats what im embodying for this #thank christ my family doesnt do christmas #and when i say sci fi fantasy i mean a FANTASY STORY IN A SCI FI SETTING #fantasy stories in a heavy sci fi setting are my favs i eat it up every time #thank the heavens and the stars the semester is OVER and my family doesnt do any of the winter holidays<3 i can be left ALONE #but if anyone wants to hear about my nonsense let me know #and i will spam you with characters and plot and the general idea i have for this fucked up little story

[itiswritteninthestarsabove]

was thinking about how I reached max honor with Arthur after he forgave a debt for the first time... 

... and reached max honor with John after feeding the chickens for the first time

#it was the John Weathers' debt #just Arthur fucking Morgan gaining full honor right after saying 'I don't know nothing about kindness' as he stares at the burning wagon? #(chef's kiss) #my brother in christ you're the embodiment of honor #and then you got Marston's honorable moment lol #it happened right after Abigail and Jack came back #chickens are the path to redemption I guess #RDR2 #Arthur Morgan #John Marston

[eric-the-bmo]

[rattling the bars of my enclosure] AAAAAAAAAAAA I NEED SOME SERIOUS CHANGE IN MY LIFE

#EVERYTHINGS THE FUCKING SAAMMEEE #MY MEMORY IS SHIT AND EVERYTHIGN IS DISTANT AND UTS A FUCKING TIME LOOP GeT ME OUT #I NEED TO QUIT MY JOB OR GET A NEW ONE OR CUT MY HAIR OR SOM E THING #FUCK #eric finally speaks #vent #i feel like im the embodiment of PHOBIA by NBT rn jesus christ

[ishedadordaddy]

I’ve been binging too much KolloK and now I have this urge to become a problem after absorbing the characters personalities.

What kind of problem may you ask?

A gay problem. That’s what I am.

#which characters in particular? wouldn’t you like to know #just ignore the similarities with my new personality that matches #aj greer #C-Dubbs #god of night #Jude #listen. I just kinda choose characters at random and go ah yes. that’s me now. #the only reason I decided to become like the god of night is because I saw his look and went ‘mine’. #gender envy and attraction oddly enough #is it just cause he’s played by Markiplier? #yes. absolutely it is. that man is the embodiment of my gender envy. #the goal is to look like him. I can’t explain how strong of an urge I have to look like #markiplier #at any given moment. I just need to become him. #KolloK really is a trip man. #especially binging it because those fuckers are long. Jesus Christ.

[apenitentialprayer]

The Catholic understanding of priesthood is a sign and symbol of Christ the Mediator, and thus the priest is not himself the mediator, but the sacrament of Christ the Mediator [… T]he priest is not substituting for Christ, but personifying Him.

Matthew Pulis (An Embodied vs. a Silicon-based Priesthood: AIs can Never Be Catholic Priests)

#Catholicism #Christianity #priest #Jesus Christ #Christ the Mediator #ordination #sacrament #embodiment

[mestos]

Commentary youtubers can be so fucking hit or miss. I think the overwhelming influx of them is amusing, and I do actually watch a bunch myself, but I have to say.... the amount of low hanging fruit comedy or captain obvious takes are so fucking lame. its insufferable almost

you can be funny without acting fucking stupid about literary techniques or missing the point

#neesan texto #i just hate it so much!!!!!! #it embodies the spirit of watching a musical w someone and they just go 'huh why did they just break into song like that 🤨' #or like when the script is trying its best to depict something and someone in the watch party is like 'lol why are they doing this in here' #READ THE FUCKING ROOM!!!!!!!!!!! #its why i respect drew gooden a lot bc even if sometimes hes a bit daft i can tell he actively appreciates the craft #or he understands why something is there and pokes fun at something dlse #ARGHFHFHFHFHFHDJDJDJ #there is truly nothing more infuriating than people poking fun at low hanging fruit #“why is she so smitten for a dude she just met” and the movie you're watching is a fairytale movie #my god. my god. my brother in christ.

[dramoor]

“God invites us to serve as witnesses and embodiments of God’s love to the world.”

~Brian D. Russell

(Image via worldprayr.org)

#God #resurrection #Lord Jesus Christ #empty tomb #we are invited to be embodiments of God's love to the world #Do all to the glory of God #reflections of God's character

[godblooded]

the first thing people always notice about alana is her eyes.

#headcanon. dr. bloom. #headcanon. dr. bloom. a good forensic psychiatrist; maybe the best. #[they’re the frost of water turning to ice before its full freeze in the earliest winter morning. #they’re the color it turns as it thaws slow slow slow and then freezes again. they’re so cold. #but they’re purely near white blue. wolffish and beautiful at once. they can be so cruel. and she can have the kindest eyes you’ve ever #seen. she can make you feel incredibly loved or she can absolutely crumble you with a glance. she KNOWS it too. #all her emotions show through her eyes is also the problem. she lies so well because she forces herself to feel it. so potent. #she can replicate an emotion painfully well for herself. she fucking hates it. it’s so hard and so much to deal with. but without it— #she wouldn’t be her. she’s explained the way her empathy works to a few people and I distinctly remember it was trish who was like #‘Jesus Christ I wouldn’t want that shit’ without even meaning to before going ‘it sounds so overwhelming to deal with’ before Alana broke #down in tears seconds later because she’s not hard and if you think she is you’re buying what she’s selling and you’re being grifted. #Alana bloom is my most dangerous muse and I write kitty ‘nexus of nothingness embodied’ valentine. #but I tend to think: would kitty be tricked into… anything by Alana? oh yeah. like. immeasurable yeah. a yeah the size of Texas. #Alana finds your weakest point because every single diamond has a flaw and she just g e n t l y begins to chip. #she’s good!hannibal. she’s the actual good doctor like. I think Tara Jess and I have unironically convinced the fandom that’s her title. #(lmfao it isn’t it’s lecter’s but book!lecter deserves it. show!lecter was a shit therapist. at least book!lecter was amazing at his job.) #and you know who his protege is? Alana!!!! she’s so deadly I’m in love with her and I’ve loved her for years now. #me: this is the side character I’ve written for more than a decade who causes a chain reblog reaction every time I post that gif set #if you know you know.]

[kabbalicgay]

The absolute fucking state of my dash regarding this goncharov shit. I am going to go back on hiatus for four months.

#I am the embodiment of that ''old man yells at cloud'' meme but christ #came in way too late to understand it and I simply do Not want to engage #captain's log