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dailymanuscript · 7 months
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Folio 9 verso, Bodl. MS. Arm. d. 25
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How would an Illuminator of Manuscripts prepare a Gospel Book today? The mosaic above is from a monastery called Nea Moni on the island of Chios in Greece. A medieval Illuminator would likely start a Gospel Book with Matthew, but he'd have trouble including a mosaic. I just copy a photograph of a mosaic called Matthew, and I'm on my way.
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thebeautifulbook · 8 months
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Medieval Armenian Gospel.
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lionofchaeronea · 1 month
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Incipit of the Gospel of Luke (Quoniam quidem multi...), fol. 188r from the Book of Kells, created in an Irish or Scottish monastery ca. 800. Now in the Library of Trinity College, Dublin.
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tiffanyachings · 8 months
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it would have been very beautiful. camilla would have had to cook (horrible bone soup)
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vagabondjourney · 2 months
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I HAD TO FIND THIS OUT BY MYSELF AND NOBODY TOLD ME THIS WAS IN THE BOOKS ???????? THIS GAY ASS SCENE ????????
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magicalgirlfia · 1 year
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I just got the art book and (roughly) translated this page of New Squidbeak Splatoon info.
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See the translations are in the “readmore” because I don’t want to spoil anyone.
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queenlucythevaliant · 6 months
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harder than you think
i. When the Narnians stole Edmund away from beneath the Witch's blade, they told him he was safe. This wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.
ii. They brought him to the Stone Table. It was night. Edmund doubted very much that he would find safety there, for he still recoiled at the name of Aslan. He slept fitfully and woke the next morning before the sun was up.
iii. A sliver of gold just beyond the tent flap captured his attention, there in the dark. Unaccountably, Edmund felt the urge to rise and go towards it.
iv. And there was Aslan, who was supposed to be fearsome, supposed to be dangerous, supposed to be powerful, and he was he was he was. Dimly, Edmund felt himself hitting the ground.
v. But then Aslan said, “Come, Son of Adam. Let us walk a while, and reason together.”
vi. And as they walked together, in the cool dewy grass of early morning, the Lion told Edmund everything that he had ever done.
vii. They were standing in front of the Table when the conversation turned. Aslan spoke a riddle of a house blasted into rubble which he would piece back together overnight. He spoke of flesh being pierced, blood being shed, and of rejected stones being used for new foundations. He spoke about water welling up forever, washing you clean of everything you ever did wrong, all the blood that you ever thought of shedding, everything you ever tried to steal, and a river that carries you home when you can't walk anymore and spits you out brand new when it reaches the sea.
viii. Edmund's head swam. Silently, he yearned for the wisdom to understand what he was being told; or, failing that, at least to remember it for as long as it took him to puzzle it out.
ix. And then, the Witch. Then, the battle. The thrones. A year passed, and winter came. In its time, it melted back to glorious spring.
x. “Edmund,” said Lucy one day. “There's something we need to tell you.” She and Susan were cloaked in springtime gossamer, like fairy queens in poems he only half remembered. They sat on the window seat in his study, holding hands white-knuckled: his two beloved sisters.
xi. “It's about Aslan,” Susan said. “And the White Witch, and how he made her renounce her claim on your blood. The night before Beruna, he went back to the Stone Table.”
xii. “He let her kill him,” Lucy cut in. “Instead of you. And then, because he hadn't done anything wrong, the Emperor's Deeper Magic brought him back to life.”
xiii. “We've been arguing all year about how much to tell you,” said Susan wryly. Then, a little gentler, “We don't want to hurt you, but we feel you ought to be told what he did for you.”
xiv. And Edmund, who had never forgotten what Aslan told him on that cool, dewy morning before the sun came up, shut his eyes and whispered, “I know.”
xv. I know, he said. I know that he died. I know that he did it for me. I know he lived again because I saw him the next day, and the next, and the next. I think I know what it means - or at least, I know the shape of it.
xvi. “Oh,” said Lucy. “We should have realized that he would have told you himself.”
xvii. “Yes. But please, tell me the story all the same.”
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teenageascetic · 7 months
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“Beloved, now we are children of God; and it has not yet been revealed what we shall be, but we know that when He is revealed, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is”
(First Epistle of John 3:2)
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avengers-21 · 20 days
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today’s verse ✨
“Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever.”
‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭13‬:‭8‬ ‭KJV‬‬
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hooked-on-elvis · 4 months
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ELVIS' RESPECT FOR GOD
On one occasion in Elvis' suite, J.D. and The Stamps were gathered around the piano, singing "Sweet, Sweet Spirit", while the other visitors were noisily chattering away. Elvis became irritated, jumped up on a stool, waved his arms and hollered at everyone, "Shut up, goddamnit! They're singing about Jesus!" A hush fell over the room, and all you could hear was the sound of the lilting spiritual. "Y'all should be quiet," he whispered. "They're singing about Jesus … come on." Everyone was looking up sheepishly at Elvis, like he was Moses standing on Mt. Sinai. His choice of words struck me as incongruously hilarious, but I did realize that in his own way he was expressing his reverence for the Lord, and I admired him for this. Excerpt from "Elvis and Kathy" (1987) by Kathy Westmoreland
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dailymanuscript · 7 months
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Folio 12 recto, Codex Cenannensis (The Book of Kells)
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I'm afraid profiling can be a bad thing, but I think I'd know he was an enemy by looking at him. It's the feet.
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thebeautifulbook · 10 months
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THE GOSPEL BOOK OF TSAR IVAN IV, THE TERRIBLE (1571)
Gold filigree, pearls, and precious stones.
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markantonys · 7 months
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this is one of my favorite tags anyone has ever put on any of my posts and my only note is that there IS one fictional man who longs to be made into someone's little wife even more than mat does, and that man is rand. therefore, they both need elayne and aviendha to wife them up [bangs gavel]
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hirunoka · 6 months
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— Andrea Gibson, from "Photograph", Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns
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