#presbytery

[conformi]

Bernardo Buontalenti, staircase of the presbytery for the church of Santa Trinita, now in Santo Stefano al Ponte, Florence, Italy,  1574 VS Ubald Klug, Ds-1025, De Sede, 1973

#design #sofa #furniture #terrazza #ubald klug #Ds-1025 #Bernardo Buontalenti #florence #firenze #architecture #staircase #stair #stairway #presbytery #santa trinita #santo stefano al ponte #mannerism #manierismo #renaissance #rinascimento

[postcard-from-the-past]

Old presbytery of Chamberet, Limousin region of France

French vintage postcard

#historic #photo #briefkaart #limousin #vintage #region #presbytery #sepia #photography #carte postale #postcard #chamberet #postkarte #france #postal #tarjeta #ansichtskarte #french #old #ephemera #postkaart

[viagginterstellari]

Presbytery - Church of Saint Parascheva, Poienile Izei, 2021

#picofthenight #travel #romania #original photographers #photographers on tumblr #ancient art #icon #art #ancient church #wooden church #presbytery #religion #virgin with child #photoofthenight

[ukdamo]

Josephine

John O'Brien

The presbytery has gone to pot since this house-keeper came; She's up-to-date and stylish; but the place is not the same Since Death's hard summons robbed me of the sterling old machine, That wore out in my service here - my faithful Josephine.

Poor Josephine, she knew me well - and, faith, she ought to know; For since the bishop sent me here, some thirty years ago, My one and only manager, my right-hand man she'd been; I never had a word against my trusted Josephine.

She pottered round the place herself for thirty years and more - This new one has a thuckeen now to sweep and mind the door And entertain with parish chat each gossiping voteen* She'd have no thuckeen near the place, would crabbed Josephine.

The tell me this one's up-to-date-too up-to-date for me; I tremble at her polished floors, and modern cookery, The old man finds the old ways best - old springs were twice as green - I've heard His Lordship praise the stews of clever Josephine.

My study was my sanctum once - a castle all my own - But this one with her natty ways can't leave the place alone. Her fingers ache to tidy up; and, when she's extra clean. I sit a stranger in my room and sigh for Josephine.

She says that table's "awful" and it drives her to despair; Perhaps it does, but method's in what seems confusion there - I know where every paper is, each book and magazine. That jumbled pile was sacred in the eyes of Josephine.

This new one hides my things away in pigeon-hole and drawer, And, faith, she does her job so well, they're lost for evermore. She'll have to learn to let things be as they have ever been - Just make the bed, and sweep the floor, the same as Josephine.

And yet no sthreel was Josephine, for quick was she to note My native country's colour coming gently through my coat; I teased her - said she ought to like the wearing of the green; She couldn't see a joke at all, poor, solemn Josephine.

She used to hide my battered hats; my old birettas, too, Just when I had them broken in, would disappear from view. I wondered where my wardrobe went, until by chance I'd seen A tramp in full pontificals subscribed by Josephine.

I mind the time the bishop came, one day in early spring We brought him round to see the school, and hear the children sing; Bedad, I was a toff that day; you'd think I was a dean, Or some commercial traveller - my thanks to Josephine.

My coat was pressed, "just like a swell's; the breeches that I wore Had creases in them fore and aft like new ones from the store. I smelt like some old motor-car, exuding kerosene; I noted, too, the furtive glance of anxious Josephine.

She watched His Lordship's portly form pass proudly o'er the mat, His Majesty the curate next, with gloves and shiny hat; I'd stuck an old biretta on, that better days had seen; She came and dragged it off my head-ah, wisha, Josephine!

It sometimes strikes me, now she's gone, she'd no drawbacks at all -. Her features just a shade severe, her age canonical, In fashions of her mother's day she trod her way serene, And wasteful ways of worldly dames disgusted Josephine.

She knew the place from back to front, she knew the parish through, And those who never went to Mass, and those who did, she knew; The hours arranged for this and that - she had the whole routine - And oftentimes to case a doubt I went to Josephine.

She thought I couldn't make mistakes, not even if I tried; She felt the Holy Ghost would send a mitre ere I died; She lay in wait for wagging tongues - and, faith, her own was keen; God help the one who dared complain in front of Josephine!

The people called her "curate," yes, and "bishop" too, I hear; They even called her "parish-priest" -i n disrespect, I fear. They told me that she'd "roon" the church - too long with me she'd been; But only death could give the sack to faithful Josephine.

Ah, soft and sweet be sleep to her who friendless trod her track Along the beaten road of life that knows no turning back. I marked the splendid Irish faith that met the closing scene, And heard the beat of angels' wings that came for Josephine.

She's in her lonely grave to-night beneath the Murray pines, And haply in their breeze-swept song a requiem divines: The people raised a little stone to keep her memory green, And handed to the winds and rain the name of Josephine.

How quickly have the days gone by! she's dead - now, let me see - She's dead twelve months: to-morrow is her anniversary: Now who's the Saint to-morrow? Ah, a semi - "Hedwig, Queen." I'll use the black-and may God rest the soul of Josephine!

#housekeeper #josephine #loyalty #devotion #love #tenderness #care #roman catholic #priest #parish #presbytery #poetry #John O'Brien

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Picton Minister New Moderator," Kingston Whig-Standard. September 7, 1933. Page 3. ---- Kingston Presbytery Asks Inquiry Regarding Penitentiary Conditions ---- The Presbytery of Kingston of the Presbyterian Church in Canada met in St. Andrew's Church, Trenton, on Wednesday. Rev. S. M. Scott of Picton was appointed Moderator for the ensuing year. The retiring Moderator, Rev. A. E. Cameron of Pittsburg, thanked Presbytery for the support and co-operation giyen him during his term of office.

Rev. C. D. Kidd presented the report of the Presbytery Budget Committee. The convenor showed that by reducing the cost of administration, it was possible for the church as a whole to reduce the amount required for budgeting by fifteen percent and that without relinquishing any part of the church missionary activity, at home and abroad. This he hoped, would encourage congregations to meet their several allocations.

Rev. Dr. Seymour of Belleville, reported on the committee on administration of Presbytery's local funds. Several resolutions were passed with a view to reducing expenditure.

The committee on Church life and work had Rev. A. E. Cameron, Rev. W. E. Kelley and Rev. M.M.Sharpe appointed; also Rev. D. C.Hill was appointed a member of the Home Missions committee and Rev. R. J. Craig a member of the Pensions Committee, each in the place of Rev. C. K. Nicoll, formerly of Trenton.

Rev. J. A. Koffend presented the Home Mission report, with recommendations to a re-arrangement, if convenient, of congregational charges.

It was unanimously resolved that the attention of Presbytery being directed through the public press, to certain inhuman conditions, said to exist in the Kingston Penitentiary that the Presbytery of Kingston in the Presbyterian Church in Canada, úrgently request the Department of Justice in Ottawa, to take such steps as may be necessary to enable the citizens of Canada to have an accurate knowledge of the conduct and management of this institution.

In the evening, Rev. W. E. Kelley, L. A., B. D., formerly of Lethbridge, Alta.. was inducted into the pastoral charge of St. Andrew's Church, Trenton. At the request of the Moderator, Rev. A. E. Cameron presided and inducted. Rev. S. M. Scott related in due form the steps. leading up to induction, Rev. R. K. Earles conducted Divine worship and. preached. Rev. Dr. Seymour addressed the newly-inducted minister and Rev. S. M. Scott the congregation. At six o'clock supper was gratuitously served by the ladies of St. Andrew's Church and after the ever. service a reception was held in favor of the newly-inducted minister and other guests.

The next meeting will be held in Belleville early in December.

#trenton #kingston ontario #austerity measures #let in the light #royal commission #kingston penitentiary #prison conditions #1932 kp riot #penal reform #christian reformers #presbyterian church of canada #presbytery #great depression in canada #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada #home missions

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Every so often I remember my desire to be a Catholic priest and am sad that I can’t be one

Not that I’m particularly devout—I’m not. My relationship with the Other/Divine/Whatever is dubious at best. But all the roles a priest plays in the parish are things I love and would be good at.

I’m also really good at talking to people about their own faith and struggles and such.

When I’m a few glasses of wine in, there’s a part of me that’s like “yeah, you were a weird, probably queer-adjacent (as we would term it in 2023), parish priest in your past life in like 1255 Italy.”

#quiet night in #been having a few glasses of the fumé blanc which is a great wine #Watson agrees that I should be a parish priest #she thinks she’d be a great presbytery cat #my religious upbringing was All Over The Map #but Catholicism stuck best in terms of where I align myself if I had to choose one #that’s not like Unitarian #I love the Unitarians

[bisidneycarter]

had a sid carter-coded moment and just lost half a biscuit in my tea

#this is the next headcanon i need to become real actually #after the presbytery fire in s9 lol #sid carter

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

by Nathan Eshelman | There’s a certain level of honesty that is needed when we assess where we are as the Great Lakes Gulf Presbytery of the RPCNA. It has been said that in the last several years—a vacuum of leadership has happened among us—and this has caused us to ask who we are as a presbytery. There was a time when Dr. Roy Blackwood was younger and this presbytery was being built...

#Gentle Reformation #Nathan Eshelman #Restore Us Again: A Presbytery Sermon on Psalm 80 #gentlereformation.com

[minnesotafollower]

“We Are the Church: Honor All People. Steward the Creation” at Westminster Presbyterian Church  

On October 22, 2023, Rev. Dr. Timothy Hart-Andersen, Senior Pastor at Minneapolis’ Westminster Presbyterian Church, delivered the sermon, “We Are the Church: Honor All People. Steward the Creation,” which was the sixth of his final seven sermons before his retirement at the end of October.[1] Call to Confession and Prayer of Confession This was provided by Associate Pastor Margaret D.…

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#"Finlandia" #Associate Pastor Margaret D. Fox #Cantus #Genesis 2: 4b-9 #Mark 10: 35-45 #Presbytery of the Twin Cities Area #Rabbi Marcia Zimmerman #Rev. Dr. Libby Shannon #Rev. Dr. Tim Hart-Andersen #Song of Peace #Temple Israel #Westminster Presbyterian Church (Minneapolis)

[no-shirts-in-scotland]

A Christmas Kiss for the Highlander: Scottish Highlander Historical Romance: 9 (Heart of a Scot) 

He's wearing trousers. I thus conclude that he's not actually a Highlander and, probably, not even Scottish, although given the paucity of anyone north of the Tweed but south of the Highland line, I don't think lowlanders count in Romance Scotland. Either that or he is wearing a kilt but a big green cushion is blocking the view of it and making him look bifurcated in the crotch region. Given that it's the Christmas season, I'm going to refuse to be cynical and assume it's the cushion thing.

The fact that the fireplace and Christmas decorations stop halfway down the page but they don't is second only to the fact that she's clearly done a Vulcan nerve pinch on him.

I have to know, incidentally, what was so wrong with the lady's actual hair that they did that to it and decided it was preferable. I HAVE TO KNOW.

Highlander Quinn Catherwood wants no ties to his family’s dark history. That’s why he was more than happy to reject his inheritance. He didn’t need it, anyway. It’s not like he planned to ever marry or start a family of his own. But then he encountered the vivacious and captivating Skye Hendron, and everything changed. If only she wasn’t completely off limits to him… Englishwoman Skye is lonely, homesick, and out of her element. Scottish customs are a mystery to her. The lack of Christmastide celebrations is particularly upsetting. But if she could convince her guardian to host a holiday gathering, maybe it would give her a chance to spend more time with Quinn—the only person who does make her feel like she belongs in the Highlands… Can Skye and Quinn overcome all that stands between them and find their way to happily ever after? It might just take a Christmas miracle…

There's no suggestion as to the family's dark history here. I offer suggestions, listed from least dark historiest to worst dark historiest:

The entire clan likes marmite. They have it for breakfast on toast every day. Eww.

They're werewolves but not romantic at all. They ate the last woman who wandered, lost, into their glen.

His grandfather is still on the run after borrowing a library book ten years ago and is fleeing the fines.

They're English.

They don't actually have a dark history at all.

I wonder if it's just wherever Skye is staying that they're not celebrating Christmas, or if we've finally got an historical Scottish romance story where the Presbyteries are up and going and officially disapproving of anything that looked like as much fun as Christmas.

#A Christmas Kiss for the Highlander #Collette Cameron #longest title award #no names familiar to scottish tradition #to presbytery or to not presbytary #that is the question #Being English would be the worst sort of Perfidy #No dark history to speak of #incredible dissolving fireplace #no kilt guilt #HE IS WEARING TROUSERS #Or possibly his crotch region is covered with a cushion #TROUSERS #THE OUTRAGE #WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER HAIR #Photoshop

[spokanefavs]

Presbyterian Capital Campaign for Nimiipuu Churches Is about Repairing Buildings and Relations

"The Presbytery of the Inland Northwest’s (PIN) “Building Towards Reconciliation” campaign is more than just raising money to repair six churches on the Nez Perce Reservation in north-central Idaho — churches that are the oldest in the presbytery and among the oldest in the state."

Nez Perce Tribe

#Church#native#spokane#palouse

#Nez Perce Tribe #Church #native #spokane #palouse #indigenous #Presbytery of the Inland Northwest

[viagginterstellari]

Presbytery - Church of Saint Parascheva, Poienile Izei, 2021

#picofthenight #travel #romania #original photographers #photographers on tumblr #ancient architecture #painted walls #interior photography #religion #christianity #presbytery #wooden church #photoofthenight #window

[anauwhere]

Funny how s3x and kink stop being problematic when it's about women and catholicism

#anglo think they're so woke and transgressive when it's not even their main religion and culture based ideals #watch them do the same w islam or closer to home evangelism and presbytery nour that is not sexy #it's offensive even ...didn't see people throwing fits when everyone is blatantly antisemitic in tv tho...mh... #fighting the wrong battles in the wrong ways

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Ask Justice Dept. For the Facts," Kingston Whig-Standard. September 13, 1933. Page 2. ---- The following resolution has been adopted by the Kingston Presbytery of the Presbyterian Church:

"The attention of this Presbytery having been directed through the public press to certain inhuman conditions said to exist in Portsmouth Penitentlary, the Presbytery of Kingston of the Presbyterian Church in Canada urgently request the Department of Justice in Ottawa to take such steps as may be necessary to enable the citizens of Canada to have accurate knowledge regarding the conduct and management of this institution."

#kingston ontario #presbytery #presbyterian church of canada #kingston penitentiary #penal reform #prison conditions #prison discipline #let in the light #public inquiry #1933 prisoner trials #1932 kp riot #great depression in canada #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada

[cordeliaflyte]

Lamb of God mosaic in presbytery of Basilica of San Vitale (built A.D. 547) Ravenna, Italy.

#architecture #italy

[nicoliine]

The night Lucifer became your god.

☆彡 Your god had abandoned you; the devil stayed by your side.

Whose your devotion is with?

☆ Disclaimer: I'm an atheist myself but was raised Catholic, so I understand that some people may find this disrespectful. Please, if you find the religion subject as a taboo to write about, don't continue reading.

☆ G/N Reader—no pronouns or y/n used.

☆ English isn't my first language and I wrote this drunk, so if there is any mistake please excuse me <3

Religion as a metaphor for love 🛐

 

—"Eli, Eli, lema sabachtani?" Matthäus 27:46.—

In Lucifer's eyes, you were an angel.

There were few things that he considered pure in hell. His daughter, the love he once had for his wife, and the joy he felt when his last rubber duck wasn't a fiasco.

 

You, however, were the purest thing that ever stepped on hell.

 

It made him sick. It was like heaven had taken pity on him and decided to send you to bring love and comfort to his shattered soul.

 

The first time he ever stepped on your room, he almost thought you two weren't in hell, but in a church, your room resembles a presbytery. He was met by a big cross on the wall in front of him and a lot of candles around; the final straw was a bible on the nightstand.

 

Where did you even get that?

It was creepy.

It gave him chills; surely he was uncomfortable at first; he hated sacred places; it made him feel dizzy. But the way you talked to him and how you looked at him in the eyes made him feel as if he were in heaven again.

Except that both of you were in hell.

You were in hell. With him.

Your looks weren't any different; you often had a kind smile on your face. When someone made a gross comment, he never failed to see you putting your hands together in a praying motion. He got a glimpse of your scarred knees one time, and a thought came to his mind: you on your knees, praying to God countless nights instead of going to parties.

 

He felt jealous; oh, to be adored in that way, how would it feel?

 

And you were so sweet; you always knew what to say and how to react. Even when he felt like getting back into his depression hole, kind words came out of your lips as you held him.

He wanted you; he never, in thousands of years in hell, ever prayed to God, but he would do it for you to be his.

 

  ☆◦ •◦☆

 

If you are an angel, then how did you end up here? He often wondered: surely God wouldn't be so cruel as to send you to hell, right?

 

A scoff left his lips; of course he would.

 

It was dark outside, and the pouring rain could be heard from outside your room. In the comfort of your room, he couldn't help but ask. You just finished your prayer, an old but well-conserved rosary on your hands.

You don't really know what to say.

 

"I just guess that I deserved it."

 

Hearing you say that broke him, how could you say that you deserved to be down there? How could you be so cool about it? You even laughed it off. He didn't deserve to have you there; please don't be so mean to you.

You tried to change the subject almost immediately; you don't want to go on about the many nights that you stayed awake calling for your god to take you out of there, just to hear you. You think that Lucifer wouldn't like to hear you say that you don't want to be there.

 

Oh god, my god, why did he forsaken you?

 

Truth be told, you often questioned it yourself; you didn't want to. Guess that's why you're down there; you asked so many questions? how you spent your whole life following his rules, praying until your knees bled, and giving all your life to him, just to be thrown into hell forever.

 

It wasn't your fault.

You were so young and so naive.

Please, how can you leave me here?

How could you let me down even when you said you loved me?

 

  ☆◦ •◦☆

 

When you woke up in hell, you felt your heart shatter. Somehow,  you managed to make it to the Heaven Embassy, looking at the building and hoping for them to come back for you, you stayed there for days. But it never happened.

It should be a mistake. You couldn't have failed; what had you done wrong?

 

When you arrived at the hotel, you wanted to cry. Everything Charlie told you would take for you to be redeemed has been everything you did in life.

Then why are you there?

 

Every passing day, your chest hurts a little more. It was like pieces of your soul were falling apart.

 

"I feel guilty, Lucifer; I know I shouldn't question his actions, that I would never understand," you said as your eyes were fixated on the big cross on your wall, "but he abandoned me; he doesn't love me anymore. I highly doubt he ever did."

 

You later felt guilty for breaking the rosary in your hand. Lucifer, however, felt excited about it.

 

  ☆◦ •◦☆

 

It hurts to see you like this, it made Lucifer feel so bad.

I mean, he understands how you are feeling; he used to have so many dreams that were taken away from him the moment he talked to his creator. He just wanted to be heard.

But he wasn't heard.

He remembers how it happened—the court spat on his face in his trial. They didn't even let him talk. He remembers how he felt the air leaving his lungs, so humiliated and despised by his father. He grabbed a fist of his shirt while they brought his sentence. His chest hurts a lot. He looked at his father, asking for forgiveness that he was never granted.

So he understood your pain; he felt your pain as his while you looked so hurt. You two weren't so different.

Except you were, you are a pure soul who did everything right, no questions asked ever. It makes his blood boil.

 

How could God treat you like this while Lucifer could break hell apart just for you to be on your knees for him?

He wanted to bring you comfort, but what does one say in a moment like this? What could he say that could give your heart rest?

 

You felt guilty; you felt remorse, wrath, pain, sadness—you didn't know what to think or how to react. You felt like your own father had abandoned you, leaving a hollow in your soul that couldn't be filled.

 

Everything left was for you to wait.

Wait to find something else to live for.

Something to pray for.

Someone to believe.

 

"If you were mine, I would never abandon you." Lucifer felt no remorse to say that; he wasn't taking advantage of your state. He just was showing you the right way, by his side you would never feel neglected or hurt. This is how it must have been since the beginning; if you had given him your heart since the beginning, you wouldn't have felt so much pain.

 

He would take care of you forever.

 

To have you on your knees before him was strange. He dreamed about this exact moment for so long, but he never thought it could really happen.

But it was happening.

You were there, with so much devotion in your eyes that it was impossible to look away.

He could see in your eyes that you would do everything he asked for.

How could God let you go when you were so devoted?

 

He wouldn't let you go.

Never.

You are his now.

You are his loyal believer; he's your god.

 

Like it always was supposed to be.

 

About where the inspiration for this came from:

There's a Mary statue in Spain that I absolutely loved the work of the sculptor, it's called: "María Santísima de la Quinta Angustia." —love the name!Her hurt face gave me chills and I thought about this writing. Please take a look at her, she looks like a doll! ✨

 

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #nicolines