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fartrumba · 3 months
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it’s a cold and it’s a broken, Hallelujah
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Cassidy art is done! (awkwardly scrambles away back into my cavern)
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vaticanblog · 9 months
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1950s
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brianfrench1995 · 4 months
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3 postcards of - The Chapel Our Lady of the Airways Boston Logan Airport. @postcardtimemachine
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yearningforunity · 16 days
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San Pacho Festival
Quibdó, Chocó, Colombia – September - October 2019
Every year at the turn of September and October, the capital of the Pacific region of Chocó holds the celebrations in honor of Saint Francis of Assisi (locally named as San Pacho), recognized as Intangible Cultural Heritage by UNESCO. Each day carnival groups, wearing bright colorful costumes and representing each neighborhood, dance throughout the city, supported by brass bands playing live music. The festival culminates in a traditional boat ride on the Atrato River, followed by massive religious processions, which accent the pillars of Afro-Colombian’s identity – the Catholic devotion grown from African roots.
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stxrxiii · 2 months
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Has God ever felt remorse for what he has done? Did he ever feel the pain of sacrificing his only son, a holy man of no faults, Gods perfect creation; only for Jesus to bleed red? Red like cloth he wears to resembles he’s the son of God; but his blue veins beg to differ. Jesus, did you ever realize that you’re still human like the rest of us? Did you know the blood in your veins are not free of sin, as you are made of the sins that ended up killing you; you were born with the greatest sin of them all, you were born human.
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thefallofophanims · 10 months
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PRESENCE
The Angel, Aliosha, now follows me everywhere. His presence, which used to trouble me, has slowly become my daily routine, and I catch glimpses of him through stained-glass windows or in the reflection of my rosary several times a day. I feel his eyes of light guiding my every step, and I reassure myself as best I can. Has God finally decided to send me a Guardian Angel?
I haven't spoken to Semyon about it yet. Perhaps I should have. Anouk doesn't know anything about it, either. But I must admit, in all sincerity, I like this secret. I wouldn't want anyone telling me how to react to this ethereal entity that seems to be watching over me.
His name sends shivers down my spine, bringing an emotion to my eyes that I can't even name. His presence is not limited to the day. As soon as I close my eyes, I'm back at the broken church, and there he is. He never leaves my side.
Sometimes, he speaks. He tells of Celestial stories, of the origin of the world and what feeds our souls; and I tell in return, of what I observe, of what I try to understand. Sometimes he's silent, and we walk, side by side, for hours on end. For what seems like eternity.
"It's not just The Silk. There's got to be something behind these walls," I murmur. Aliosha inclines his head. Finding my words with him is easier. It always has been.
"I've been studying the Metamorphosis for years," I explain. "Its real name is The Oneiric Metamorphosis. I've gone through dozens of books in the Library,all this time. I've found archives, poems and other writings talking about it. The universe is surely much, much bigger than we think."
I pick up a flower. It's small, fragile, and yet so beautiful.
"Anouk is convinced of this, too. Running away has always been her dearest wish. To see what lies beyond. I'm working hard to find a way for her to realize it." I put the flower back where I picked it up. Aliosha's choral voice echoes in the hollow of my ear as he utters these words.
"There is much, much more than The Silk. There is far more than the world, and your souls. There is far more than anything you can imagine. Human life is merely one small experience among many, many others, in the immensity of Infinity."
"I know."
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rratbrain · 7 months
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Kykkos monastery in August
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Our continual mistake is that we do not concentrate upon the present day, the actual hour of our life; we live in the past or in the future; we are continually expecting the coming of some special hour when our life shall unfold itself in its full significance. And we do not observe that life is flowing like water through our fingers, sifting like precious grain from a loosely fastened bag.
Constantly, each day, each hour, God is sending us people, circumstances, affairs, which should mark the beginning of our renewal; yet we give them no attention, and thus we resist God's will concerning us. Indeed, how can God help us? Only by sending us in our daily life certain people, and certain coincidences of circumstance. If we accepted every hour of our life as the hour of God's will concerning us, as the decisive, most important hour of our life - what sources of joy, love, strength, as yet hidden from us, would spring from the depths of our soul!
Fr. Alexander Elchaninov, Diary of a Russian Priest
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osmeuspostais · 6 months
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converted-catholic · 6 months
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I am not shamed to admit that I am a traditional Catholic…
As a “trad” as many people refer to me as, it is important to remember some key elements. When learning theology you can’t use the clips and phrases found on News media (both secular and Catholic) as your end all be all. I have been keeping up with the most recent synod…to see the current reactions and stretches that have been made have been appalling. Linked on the post I have the direct Vatican source as well as a unbiased (as far as I am able to discern) video going over the most recent dubias. The behavior and reactions of those who seemingly hold the title of Catholic is sickening at their ability to scorn and denounce the Pope over wicked lies and false information.
As Catholics we must submit to and pray for our Holy See!
We are not called to ‘like’ him or think he is the best Pope to ever grace our history, but remember what our Bible says…
Romans 5:8 “But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”
Ephesians 4:32 “Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”
Matthew 25:40 “The King will answer them, 'Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me”
But I continue, we are called to love and support each other. Everyone knows the phrase “love the sinner hate the sin” and although I do not believe that the Pope is the sinner in this situation it reminds us that we are all fallen and are trying to live like Saints, so listen to the words of the man trying to guide us and make prudent decisions when listening…
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femmeidiot · 1 year
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@ my friends who grew up Christian what Christian programming did you watch, if any? Personal faves are veggie tales (obvi) and Bible man which is terrible I recent rewatched it and loved it for how bad it was. Also this really strange show called the gospel according to Saint Bernard where this kids had a Saint Bernard who was actually an angel and it talked to them as a human in a dog suit so anyway that’s why I’m fucked up.
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vaticanblog · 1 year
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"Quite soon, I shall find myself before the final judge of my life. Even though, as I look back on my long life, I can have great reason for fear and trembling, I am nonetheless of good cheer, for I trust firmly that the Lord is not only the just judge, but also the friend and brother who himself has already suffered for my shortcomings, and is thus also my advocate, my “Paraclete.” In light of the hour of judgement, the grace of being a Christian becomes all the more clear to me. It grants me knowledge, and indeed friendship, with the judge of my life, and thus allows me to pass confidently through the dark door of death."
-Pope Benedict XVI
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probablyferal · 10 months
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PSA: ‘using the lord’s name in vain’ actually refers to using god to justify things the big J wouldn’t want, ex: discrimination ✨✨✨✨
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mauriziomichaellis · 11 months
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Saint Jophiel - Michaellis
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leocadra · 2 years
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Église de Tous-les-Saints, Quartier des Quinze. Strasbourg, Alsace, France.
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thefallofophanims · 10 months
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ANGEL
"Do you remember your name?" is my first question. I let the Angel get as close to me as possible. His movements are quick, blurred, as if in a dream. He's standing, facing me. Sitting with my hands on my thighs, I wait for him.
Taming him took time. I've felt him, and feared him for weeks. But I've finally gotten used to his rainy eyes and frothy hair. To his pale, thin body, so frail, yet so resilient. He looks like a human. He has the face, the limbs and the softness. He's wrapped in a single cloth, as white as snow. He has more than two wings. Their number changes, appearing and disappearing with his movements; he is only half discernible in this landscape of feathers and flowers as white as himself. His halo is silver, contrasting with the bright gold of mine.
My question awakens a gleam in his almond-shaped eyes. He takes a step forward, as silent as the flight of an owl. ".........sha".
His voice is very different from a human voice. It sounds like a choir singing, as if a dozen children were letting out their melody at the same time. A divine being is never alone. It carries in it's voice the History of many others. I hold his gaze as he takes another step forward. His bare feet cause tiny tremors on the ground. "...Aliosha."
His response is complete, this time. He's even closer, now. I could touch his neck just by reaching out. An invisible energy pins me in place. I can't move anymore. An indescribable link connects us. I know it, I feel it in the depths of my soul. I can't take my eyes off his ethereal figure.
"Why me, Aliosha?"
He does not answer. There was nothing that had to be answered.
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