@words-writ-in-starlight noticed you’ve reblogged a lot of arts stuff…so if you’re interested…Shrine of the Mother IV
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No you don’t understand how frustrated I am that we always depicted the Apostles as old men, especially when it comes to during-Jesus-alive stuff.
They were probably late teens to early 20s, given the time and the description and some Biblical passages.
They were not ancient old men with long beards and wrinkles at the Last Supper.
They were young adult rebels with a cause.
where my punk-rock apostles at
I can’t remember where, but the bible says that Jesus was the only one who was old enough to pay the temple tax required by Jewish law, none of the disciples had hit that age. A quick google tells me that Jewish men pay it from the age of 20 - all of the disciples were teenagers.
Not all of them! Matthew 17:24-27 addresses the issue of the temple tax, in which Jesus tells Peter to get a four-drachma piece from a fish’s mouth to account “for my tax and yours”. In addition, Peter is the only person directly mentioned to have a mother-in-law; Jesus heals her in according to three accounts (Matthew 8:14-17, Mark 1:29-31, and Luke 4:38).
So! The “Disciples were ancient old men with long beards and wrinkles" factoid is actually just statistical error. The average disciple was under 20. Simon Peter, who lived with his mother-in-law and his fishing boat and payed the temple tax was an outlier adn should not have been counted.
#did i just see a spiders georg meme backed up with chapter and verse citations
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"Then when G-d asks [Cain], ‘Where is your brother Abel?’ he arrogantly responds, ‘I do not know. Am I my brother’s keeper?’
In essence, the entire Bible is written as an affirmative response to this question."
In essence, the entire Bible is written as an affirmative response to this question."
— Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, Jewish Literacy (via mermaideleh)
Donald Trump is exactly the kind of person that Jesus would have thrown out of the temple and beaten with a stick, and the fact that so many self-identified Christians want to put him in office tells you pretty everything wrong with white American Christianity.
Because Jesus had authority at temples and beat people.
I 100% can’t tell if you’re joking here but he actually did chase people out of a temple at least once for using religion for their own selfish gains, complete with literal table flipping and improvised whips
So really it’s not that he would have trump thrown out as much as he would storm in and accuse him of turning his father’s house into a den of thieves before upending a table on his head
Dude, Jesus not only chased them out, he broke stuff they were selling, let loose all of their animals, and fucking flipped all the money-changing tables.
Jesus 100% would have been chasing Trump out with a table leg.
Canon Jesus 10000% better than fanon Jesus
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ONE DAY I’M GONNA SNAP DURING THE REVELATION BIBLE STUDY AND SAY
@twistedangelsays: Reminiscent of your Religion and Lit class last semester, non?
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Let’s be honest: Jesus wouldn’t take the wheel. Jesus would let Peter drive, fall asleep in the back seat, wake up to the sound of the other eleven screaming in mortal terror (while Peter bellows expletives at the car in front), and get them out of a fatal car accident at the very last second by rebuking the speed limit.
Finally, some sound theology on this issue.
rebuking the speed limit
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1. Breathe in. It’s just a question. You can do this.
“Yeah, I do.”
Perfect. They’re smiling now.
Something small inside of you feels guilty about lying by omission, so you keep going.
Here comes the hard part.
“I do believe in God, it’s just that - I don’t really go to church anymore.”
Their smile dims, just a little.
But why?! They cry out.
You used to go to church every Sunday when you were little! Someone else intercedes.
Your nails are digging into your palm. Breathe in again, just this once.
“I know, but like, I didn’t really feel it after a while? I prefer to pray on my own.”
2. Things you remember from church:
i. The smell of incense that clung to your hair, even hours after mass.
ii. The sunlight, filtering in through the colored glass.
iii. HOMOSEXUALITY IS A SIN, I CAN’T BELIEVE GOD WOULD LET THOSE KIND OF PEOPLE GO UNPUNISHED, THEY DESERVE TO BURN IN HELL, whispered by a priest to your grandma. Your eyes water and you don’t know why.
iv. You can still recite some of the psalms by heart.
The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the defense of my life; whom shall I dread?
v. Your aunt presses a rosary into your palm, one year before you swear to yourself you will never set foot in a church again. You don’t have the heart to tell her that it feels like she’s handing you a chain made of iron and lead and the weight of your guilt.
vi. Confession is always awkward and forced and you feel like your sins should be yours to deal with and yours alone, but they told you without it you’d be dirty and you believed them. You think about this when you kneel down in front of the crucifix. Jesus Christ’s eyes are closed. The small, ugly thing in your stomach is glad He is not looking at you.
3. There are roughly 52 Sundays in a year. You went to church every Sunday since you were a baby until you were 16. That makes it about 800 masses.
You do the math in your head and it doesn’t feel like 800 hours, it feels like eternities of you standing in your best clothes, forced to listen to stories of fire and brimstone and God’s righteous anger against sinners.
Very rarely they talk about how God is also love and forgiveness. Those times, it feels like you walked into another service for a different religion.
4. You realize you’re “different” around the same time they make you realize they’ll never accept you for who you are.
It hurts more than you thought it would.
5. Your faith is a fragile, small, sleeping thing nested in your ribcage.
You poke and prod and worry at it, hoping you’ll get an answer to a question you’re too afraid to ask.
6. Your family loves you and your friends love you but if there’s really a higher being
7. who created the Universe as we know it
8. and loves us all, for we are His children
9. HOW DO YOU KNOW HE HATES ME FOR WHAT I THINK FOR WHO I LOVE FOR WHO I AM
10. God punishes sinners but he also forgives them.
It took you some time to realize there was nothing to forgive, nothing to end up in Hell for, except the usual stuff, ordinary sins like white lies and feeling envious of someone else’s possessions and other human things.
The first time you walk into a church after a while you do it with a weight on your shoulders you need to get rid of.
The pews are empty and the light hits the altar just right.
You breathe in. Close your eyes.
I BELIEVE IN A GOD WHO LOVES ME, you scream in your head, and it’s loud enough to rattle Heaven.
The silence around you is calm and peaceful.
It’s exactly the answer you were looking for.
— what to answer when they ask you, “Do you believe in God?” | g.l. (via patroclvss)
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"And this is what I love about God: The Church has driven out LGBTQ people for centuries, with an especially intense malice over the last several decades, and in response to this, God just says, okay, fine, we’re good out here. Where you chase my people, I will be with them. Where they gather, I will be there. Clubs. Conversations. Protests. In lament and anger and tears and laughter and way too many drinks. I will be with them and make this right for them. I will love them more fiercely for their wounds. I will draw them close. I will know them and they will know me. They will tell you my name."
— Ben Moberg (via azspot)
(Source: patheos.com, via millennialgospel)
