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randomnameless · 8 months

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Supreme Leader: Faerghus is regressive and needs to reform.

Also Supreme Leader: Teams up with the western nobles, the very people who prevented Faerghus from reforming.

Gee, I wonder where people get the idea that it's all a lie and an excuse for a land grab.

Lol

Whenever someone says they need to conquer a land to civilise its people, I mean, bring them "reforms", it's always (or maybe 99,9% of chances for it to be the case) an excuse to grab land/ressources.

Also, given how Supreme Leader's reforms, just like her dad, were all about cntering power on the Emperor... I think it speaks a lot about what the "reforms brought" to Faerghus are supposed to mean - like, the reform is "stop listening to your king and listen to me instead" ?

#anon #replies #there's a reason why some people who might be familiar with the 'bringing civilisation' argument were #more than lukewarm about Supreme Leader's route and ideas #incidently I never thought so many people in the fandom would use this argument in good faith like no guyz she's seriously bringing them #reforms and enlightment from the evil church and their corrupt heads of state #irl events not withstanding #fandom woes

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gramarobin · 1 year

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#christianity #church #believer #lukewarm #religion #indoctrination #exvangelical #ex fundamentalist #ex fundie #ex christian #god #jesus #life after christianity #religious trauma

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milocelium · 3 months

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my mom said she's had a terrible cough and is sick so obviously I was like oh well, covid is going around rn. she says "it presents more like bronchitis" girl...... she is so irksome. antivax covid denier I cannot stand 99% of my fucking family

#my older brother is really in deep in the anglican christian church #my dad listens to anti-lgbtq podcasts apparently and is a bible thumper and chronic arguer #my mom is a delusional lukewarm naturalist who cant seem to stand up for anything #my younger brothers are okay but surrounded by dangerous influences and i worry one of them is at risk of alcoholism #my two sisters and my cousin are my only family i trust #like i really question sometimes why my soul chose THIS family. like maybe they seemed like the good option at the time #but goddamn #im making the best of it but i just often wish i was born to someone else #im grateful and i should be bc i could be SO MUCH WORSE off #ugh

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 1 year

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The Faithful and True Witness

14 "And unto the angel of the church of the Laodiceans write: `These things saith the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the beginning of the creation of God: 15 I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot; I would thou wert cold or hot. 16 So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew thee out of My mouth. 17 Because thou sayest, "I am rich and increased with goods and have need of nothing," and knowest not that thou art wretched and miserable, and poor and blind and naked, 18 I counsel thee to buy from Me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich, and white raiment, that thou mayest be clothed and thatthe shame of thy nakedness may not appear, and anoint thine eyes with eye salve, that thou mayest see. 19 As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent. — Revelation 3:14-19 | Third Millennium Bible (TMB) Third Millennium Bible, New Authorized Version, Copyright 1998 by Deuel Enterprises, Inc. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 49:3; Deuteronomy 8:5; Deuteronomy 21:17; Proverbs 3:12; Isaiah 55:1; Hosea 12:8; Zechariah 11:5; Matthew 13:44; Romans 12:11; Revelation 3:1

#message #love #rebuke #discipline #Laodician church #lukewarm Christians #repentance #Revelation 3:14-19 #Book of Revelation #New Testament #TMB #Third Millennium Bible #Deuel Enterprises Inc.

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isfjmel-phleg · 2 years

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My family’s church (whose services I watch online when possible) sings a lot of music that I don’t know, but tonight they dusted off “My Sheep Know My Voice” and it felt so good to be able to belt out that familiar piece, even from the solitude of my living room.

#random personal stuff #when I was a teenager our pastor in Alaska really liked that song and wanted my mom to sing it often #it requires multiple parts for full effect #and ideally my aunts would join her #but they weren't always there #so I got roped into it as a passable substitute #I don't know music like my mom and aunts but got very familiar with this piece #and ultimately rather fond of it #tried to introduce it to that church I used to go to here #but it got a lukewarm reaction for reasons I could never figure out

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fallingbyjuleecruise · 1 year

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trying to decide how much of an asshole i want to be at christmas this year bc my relatives who cut me off at christmas 10 years ago are hosting and invited me

#also they're conservative christians and i'm very much out now (both in terms of sexuality/gender and leaving the church)#but at the same time there's going to be new family i haven't met yet and i want to make a good impression w them #they've been trying (in the most lukewarm way) to reconnect w me these past 2 years but there's very little follow through #on both our ends tbh bc i'm not really invested in repairing this rift when i didn't do anything wrong #my posts #.txt

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bvthomas · 3 months

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Decoding the Symbolism of Hot, Cold, and Lukewarm Churches"

And unto the angel of the church of the Laodiceans write; These things saith the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the beginning of the creation of God; I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth – Revelation 3:14-16. Many Christians have misinterpreted this…

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#Christian Interpretation #Christian Symbolism #Church Symbolism #Hot and Cold Churches #Lukewarm Congregations #Religious Analogy #Spiritual Insights #Spiritual Temperature #Symbolic Meaning

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christianityandculture · 8 months

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Blog on a lifestyle of peace. God centered growth. Apologetics, sermons, theological studies, and Jesus Christ.

#7 Myths of Christianity Spread by the Lukewarm Church https://www.lifestyleofpeace.com/2022/09/7-myths-of-christianity-spread-by.html lukewa

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lightman2120 · 9 days

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thewholeavocado · 10 months

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I need to go to bed but I wanted to write some thoughts down.

I've been thinking a lot about what I want in life and happiness, or at least for the next 5-10 years. Its sort of funny because a lot of what I desire has been reflected in what I enjoy being around and what I read.

I definitely have a loose 5 year plan, including paying off debt, getting married, starting a family, ect.

But part of it also is to embrace the softness and joys of life.

I want to have a family, one that I've always wanted that's full of love, kindness, and understanding. A family that hold you accountable but loves you unconditionally. A family that enjoys your presence and appreciates the efforts you make.

I want to be a stay-at-home mom so I can provide, love, and teach my kids all day. I can teach them the ways of the world and explore with them, teaching them to kind and thoughtful humans, while having fun. We can squish in the mud in the garden while I teach them about the natural world and how we can take care and appreciate it. We can cook and bake together and find silly things to do to surprise their dad when he gets back.

I want to find the joys in living a simple life for a while and enjoy having a garden in the warm months. I want to preserve our work and efforts by freezing and canning good, wholesome food that will sustain us in the winter and while the cycle starts anew. I want to bake my own bread every week and have the house smell like heaven. I want to have a flower garden and have fresh cut flowers every week, as well as helping the bees. Bonus points if we have some chickens to wander around and provide eggs for breakfast and desserts.

I want to have a nice, clean, safe house so full of joy and laughter. I want it to be a place of solace and refuge, with lots of sunlight streaming through the lace curtains. I want to have people over to join for dinner or lunch, and maybe have the neighbors over for a picnic lunch while the kids play in the yard.

I want to wake up early and make pancakes to surprise the family. I want to see my future spouse's sleepy face and have soft kisses while I make sure I don't get distracted and burn my hard work. I'll recruit him in slicing some fruit so we can say we're being healthy as I finish up the pancakes and help get the kids set up.

I want the house to be filled with music. I still want to teach while I raise a young family and give music lessons to local kids for cheap. I want my own children to appreciate music and the joy it brings as I practice for my quartet and be involved in a community orchestra.

I mostly want a soft life filled with joy and love. Domestic bliss.

I know it won't always be easy and things are challenging, I'm not delusional of that

I'm excited of having a family of my very own, and one that we can treat each other right. One that isn't built on arguments, lies, and abuse.

I'm excited that this sort of life, even a fraction of it, is actually possible and maybe obtainable within the next 5-10 years.

#guys I've had it hard for so long #and i know none of this is easy #but like things have been getting better and better since i moved out #all im missing is a partner in crime #i sincerely think my significant other is going to be my life partner #hes just so good #hes the most kind caring wonderful and virtuous person ive ever met #he has integrity like youve never even seen #i always thought id be in a lukewarm relationship at best #im just so happy and excited to see what things bring #i jusr want to be happy in life #well give back to the community toi and do some volunteer work #and be active in our church #we can be mentors for young people #i will eventually return to teaching #i might sub on the occasion #but I'm excited to see how these next few years pan out #cottagecore #domestic bliss #5 year plan #sorry its 1 am but I'm feeling a lot #and wed have the cutest blonde kids with blue and green eyes #theyd have the most shaped noses too lmao #sorry i love him so much #and I really think he's my forever person #so its been rattling around in the brain #tw abuse #i grew up in an abusive household #Feeling some things tonight boys #ive been just so happy lately and the best is yet to come

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kalahs-beautiful-realm · 1 year

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Abandoned by kevron2001

I loved the description Kevron2001 had in this art of his called, Abandoned, I feel often churches want then pews filled, more the to fill the hearts of people with God, I think that is how we lock Christ out, wanting to hear what we desire, more then the truth and what Jesus taught, he was not condemning over the petty thing, yet he was bold in speaking the truth, always loving, he only showed anger when someone disrespected his Father and the Spirit

#art #church #abandoned #first love #lukewarm christianity #forgetting #church without christ #man made religion #christianity #jesus

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letspraynow · 2 years

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Guess who's coming to dinner?

Guess who’s coming to dinner?

Does that title sound familiar? If you were born in the fifties, it should. Back in 1967, there was a movie made with that title. It was groundbreaking because it addressed a sensitive subject—Interracial dating. It had a good plot with comedy mixed in with some drama. It was a good plot. The story begins when Joanna “Joey” Drayton (Katharine Houghton) comes from a vacation in Hawaii to visit…

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#Bible study #Communion #Communion elements #Guess who&039;s coming to dinner #Jesus #Laodicea church #Lukewarm #Sidney Poitier

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love-is-patient · 1 year

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I have religious trauma.

I was raised in a household where my dad wanted to be God, and so characterized Him in a way that left me constantly paranoid.

God was a judge, God was a debt collector, God was a hammer waiting to strike.

My mother was likewise delusional to a point. She used religion as a manner of control, manipulating my egotistical dad and our chaotic little world so she could feel better about herself.

I was abused in the church. I’ve been so many churches since childhood I can’t count them.

I was told I was possessed because I was a child with adhd and couldn’t sit still in a pew. I was told that if I didn’t see visions or speak in tongues, I wasn’t saved. I was told that I must be thinking about God at all times or I wasn’t good enough. That I was lukewarm, unlovable, unworthy.

I was too afraid to take communion. I cried and turned away from the altar multiple times because I was a too dirty to touch the offering.

I was told so many awful things that I grew up with a persistent religious paranoia on top of my already anxiety inducing life.

So… why am I still a Christian, after all of that?

Stockholm syndrome, right?

It would be easy to write it off as that, but I did turn away from religion. In the back of my mind. I stayed cautious in case God was still watching.

It wasn’t until I got rid of the destructive influences in my life that things changed.

My perception of God changed when I left the awful people using His name in vain- or for personal gain.

When I grew up, learned to be discerning about the character of people.

Many people live under the assumption that I did- that God is a tyrant who is waiting for you to mess up so he can smash you and send you to hell. Paradoxically, that almost makes Satan sound preferable.

But that’s not who God is, and he doesn’t want people to go to hell.

Even if you haven’t had good parents, you’ve seen what they’re like. They get excited to share experiences with their children. The first taste of lemon, the first puddles to splash in. First words, first laughs, first steps.

God wanted that for us.

Satan got jealous after his rebellion in heaven. He saw God had something good and wanted it for himself again - even if it was just to spite God.

He offered humanity a choice and we took it.

We can debate why it happened until we’re blue in the face, but what matters most are God’s decisions afterwards.

Everything that has happened since the fall has been God trying to bring his wayward children back without force.

Just like when you see that friend of yours making the same bad decisions day after day, and you know their quality of life would improve if they just stopped. It’s heartbreaking, frustrating. You can give them all the advice in the world but they’ll just keep on doing the thing and complain to you about every headache afterwards.

Now you know a little what God feels like.

Only God is a little more patient than we tend to be.

God doesn’t ask much from us, not as much as people, which is weird to think about.

God doesn’t measure your worth by how good you are at your job, how badly you do in school. He doesn’t equate your value to how rich or poor you are, he doesn’t judge you the same way people do.

The first thing he asks of you is to love him and love each other.

He loves us so much that he opened heaven again if we ask for it.

He came down as flesh and blood in Jesus and took all the punishments we should’ve had. In Jesus death and resurrection, we have a way home.

All he wants for us to do is acknowledge that.

He doesn’t hate you if you can’t pay tithe. He doesn’t talk behind your back if you make a mistake. He doesn’t demean, debase, abuse.

Why am I still a Christian?

Because God was there for me when people weren’t.

God didn’t abuse me as a kid, people did, and used God as a shield.

God didn’t lie to me, call me names, break my things - my parents did.

God didn’t order me to do unbelievable things in order to reach him - my pastors and teachers did.

God didn’t tell me I’m unworthy - people did.

Even if you don’t believe in God, if you’re angry at him, feeling hurt and betrayed.

Maybe take a closer look and see if it’s really the people around you making you miserable, instead of an untouchable, invisible hammer.

#religious trauma #church #Christian #faith

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 1 year

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The Faithful and True Witness

14 “To the angel of the church of the Laodiceans write:

“The Amen, the Faithful and True Witness, the Beginning of the creation of God, says these things: 15 I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were cold or hot. 16 So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spit you out of My mouth. 17 For you say, ‘I am rich, and have stored up goods, and have need of nothing,’ yet do not realize that you are wretched, miserable, poor, blind, and naked. 18 I counsel you to buy from Me gold refined by fire, that you may be rich, and white garments, that you may be dressed, that the shame of your nakedness may not appear, and anoint your eyes with eye salve, that you may see.

19 “Those whom I love, I rebuke and discipline. Therefore be zealous and repent. — Revelation 3:14-19 | Modern English Version (MEV) The Holy Bible, Modern English Version. Copyright © 2014 by Military Bible Association. Published and distributed by Charisma House. Cross References: Genesis 49:3; Deuteronomy 8:5; Deuteronomy 21:17; Proverbs 3:12; Isaiah 55:1; Hosea 12:8; Zechariah 11:5; Matthew 13:44; Romans 12:11; Revelation 3:1

#message #love #rebuke #discipline #Laodicean church #lukewarm Christians #repentance #Revelation 3:14-19 #Book of Revelation #New Testament #MEV #Modern English Version #Holy Bible #Military Bible Association #Charisma House

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topguncortez · 2 months

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[ CLOSE ] with Jake and shy wifey ❤️ I can’t get enough of them!

Hold Me Close - Jake Seresin x Shy!Wifey

warnings: mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of parental abuse, tooth rotting fluff.

based on this prompt: [close] sender reaches out and pulls receiver into their lap as they are walking by

opposites attract masterlist | G's slumber party

Growing up, Jake was never a fan of Sundays.

As a kid, Sundays meant going to church. Sitting in the hot chapel in long sleeve button up, a suit coat that never quite fit him right, and pressed khaki pants with dress shoes that squeezed his feet. It took every ounce of strength for him to not fall asleep when Paster James would go off on one of his weekly tangents about the youth in the town turning into "whores and sluts" whatever those were. After church, meant Sunday school were Jake had to sit and sing songs and eat lukewarm egg salad sandwiches and lemonade.

It got worse when he got older and his dad had become a city official. High school Jake would roll out of bed fighting off a hangover as he sat in that same hot and stuffy church. Though, he no longer had to attend Sunday school, he did have to plaster a smile on his face for Sunday dinners, where his mother would spend most of the morning cooking some grand meal for some new guest each week. Jake had to sit there and listen as men praised his father for the work he was doing and how he would be a shoo-in for mayor. If only they knew that before they had arrived, his father and shoved him hard against a bookshelf.

Then, Sundays became the day of recovery as he entered the academy. Long were the days of going to church, but now he was the thing that Paster James had warned about, a whore. There was a new woman in his bed almost every Sunday morning. Jake was never the cuddling type, and he always did feel slightly bad kicking them out. But he wasn't totally heartless, he would order them a cab. Once he got rid of the women, it was time for studying and pounding out whatever last minute project he had to do, and ignoring his father's calls.

Once Jake got his wings and got to his first duty station, he despised Sundays once again. There was no flying on Sundays. Most of his wingmen spent Sundays with their families or recovering from a hangover. Jake had outgrew the hangover, banging a new girl every Saturday night thing, but he hadn't grown into the whole Sunday family man thing either. Instead, he sat in his small dorm room, folding laundry and watching the NFL, bored out of his mind waiting for Monday to roll around again.

Jake never truly learned to like Sundays, until he met Y/N.

Y/N, who grew up sleeping in late and having pancakes for lunch in her pajamas with her family. Y/N, who wasn't forced to go to church with her mother, unless she wanted to. Y/N, who spent Sunday afternoons lazying around outside, watching the clouds roll by in the backyard. Y/N, who truly felt like Sundays were a day to just relax, and rest.

The first Sunday Jake had ever spent with Y/N, he was completely out of his element. He woke up a whole three hours before she did, and just laid there in bed, with her head on his chest. He watched as her eyes slowly fluttered open, her eyes a little bleary in a cute, confused way.

"Morning," She whispered, her voice thick with sleep and it sent a jolt straight to Jake's cock.

"Good morning," Jake smiled, pressing a kiss to the side of her head, "What's the plan for today?"

Y/N yawned, turning on her back and stretching her limbs, "Nothing."

"Nothing?" Jake asked, his eyebrows furrowed, "It's Sunday. You have no plans?"

"Yeah, it's Sunday," Y/N shrugged, "I have some things I'd like to do today, like wash the vases I got back, set up a potential menu for the farmer's market this week, deadhead some of the morning glories. . . but I have all day to do that."

Jake nodded his head, still slightly confused as Y/N rolled out of bed and checked her phone, "If we hurry, we can probably go get breakfast at Great Harvest, they close at 12:00."

"And what time is it?" Jake was almost too scared to ask.

"11:30."

"11:30!" Jake felt like the day was already over. Like he should be preparing for dinner or hell, the next day.

"Okay, take a breather," Y/N said softly, "We don't have to go to Great Harvest. Actually, I have a better idea."

Jake still looked bewildered as he watched his girlfriend, in nothing but a baby pink floral nightgown waltz out of the room. A few moments later, he heard the familiar sound of pots and pans clashing together. For someone who was so quiet and shy, she certainly knows how to make a ruckus.

Slowly, Jake rose from the bed, pulling up the blankets and fixing the pillows just the way she liked them. By the time Jake had made it downstairs to the small kitchen of Y/N's bungalow, the scent of blueberries and lemon filtered through his nose. The familiar sound of sizzling bacon and eggs filled the air as Jake leaned against the doorway, watching his girl work.

Y/N moved effortlessly like she had done this a dozen times before, which should've made a pang of jealousy flutter through Jake's chest, but he knew that he was the first man to sleep beside her in bed. The first man who had ever seen her in her most vulnerable form.

"What are you doing?" Jake asked, causing her to jump.

Y/N looked over her shoulder, a shy smile on her face as he pushed off the doorjamb, "I had this dough in the fridge and decided," She shrugged, "Today's the day I'll bake it. Had some fresh blueberries and lemon to use. And I know as a growing boy, you need your protein," Y/N gestured to the eggs and bacon, two things Jake knew she didn't eat.

Jake couldn't help the smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her close against his chest, nuzzling his face into her neck, "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," Y/N said, sincerely, looking up at him. She placed a chaste kiss on his lips, "Go sit. I'll bring this over when it's done."

Jake obliged, going to sit at the small wrought iron table in the corner of her pink kitchen. He chuckled to himself seeing the morning paper, a cup of coffee and a pencil sitting in front of him. Jake looked up at her, seeing her focused attention on some other baked good she was working on.

About twenty minutes later, Y/N had pulled the fresh blueberry bread out of the oven, and covered it with the homemade lemon frosting. She served up two plates, one for Jake that had eggs, bacon, and three slices of blueberry bread, and one for her which consisted of oatmeal and one slice of blueberry bread.

"Plate for me," She smiled setting her plate down, "And a plate for you," She set the other down in front of Jake, "Anything else?"

Jake looked at her, a smirk on his face, "Yeah. . . you," He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her down into his lap, making her laugh, "This is what you do every Sunday?"

"Well, not to this extent," She gestured to the full plates of food, "But yeah. I wake up late, usually make a cup of tea and some oatmeal, maybe some bread if I feel like it. . . and just let the day take me where it wants."

Jake smiled at her, "I could get use to this."

"Good. . . cause you're stuck with me."

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