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as much as the concept of Jesus being a fairly normal lad has its charms, im personally very intrigued by the idea of him being just… extremely weird. not even in a mystical sense, just…….staggeringly BIZZARRE.
you go to the well to get some water, and here’s Miriam’s boy, staring at the sky, completely still. his expression is unreadable. you hazard a hello and ask how he’s doing, and he slowly, unblinkingly, lowers his gaze on you (he’s 8 and is missing his frontal teeth, not that this is making you any less uncomfortable) and says “I cannot speak of the state of my being, Nathan son of Saul, my brother, but rejoice for the water you shall take today will be as pure as the soul of the children of Heaven”
…you start sweating
normal person in 1st century Nazareth: making my way downtown, walking fast
*sees J boy, 8 yo, staring at you from across the street*
normal person: walking faster
even funnier, the only person 100% on board with his Prophetic Kid Talk is his mother Miriam, an otherwise placid, absolutely normal woman around 25 or so
kid JC, coming home at twilight, a single white dove following him and chirping with weirdly human-like precision:
Miriam: ! that’s my little boy :) now let’s go get ready for dinner :)
her husband Yosef, a carpenter who only marginally got signed up for this:
This post is so Christian, but it’s the spicy kind of Christian that gets you murdered by other Christians for heresy, so I’m torn.
literally biggest form of compliment i’ve ever gotten
that means the angels are babysitters then
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You guys really need to read Christopher Moore’s Lamb, if you haven’t.
Always reblog Cryptid Jesus
I made more. cause it’s fun
Since bat wings are just skin stretched between elongated finger bones, bats fly through the power of jazz hands.
why is it necessary to do things? is it not enough to stick my hands in the d i r t
I can’t believe people are mad about a 16-year-old girl wanting the earth to get better
Also -
What is she supposed to do, motherfucker? Teleport?? Spontaneously develop the ability to fly unaided?
Not to mention the fact that THERE IS NO ETHICAL CONSUMPTION UNDER CAPITALISM
It doesn’t matter how committed you are to fixing the climate you still have to fuckin eat
Corporations do more harm in one hour than any singular human could do in their whole life.
Reblogging for that last line “Participating in the world as it is does not disqualify you from trying to improve it.”
Goblin culture is eating the wrapper on muffins too
The peel is where all the nutrients are anyway.
5: Eat the rich