I'm-christian

stop calling my religion awful names.

stop hurting my people.

stop calling us terrorists.

stop blaming the whole muslim population for ignorant peoples mistakes.

stop being so cruel to muslims and stand by us for once.

As a Christian, I am so sick of this “gay marriage is the moral downfall of our country” hyperbolic rhetoric. Christians, you want to talk about moral crises? Let’s talk about the epidemic of adultery, divorce, and abandonment in heterosexual marriages. Let’s talk about domestic violence and rape. Let’s talk about heterosexual parents beating, molesting, neglecting, and kicking out their children. Let’s talk about greed and hypocrisy and hate. 

Whatever your opinion of gay marriage is, it’s not literally, actually hurting anyone. Put your time and energy and outrage into the problems that are actually harming and destroying people’s lives. We’re not commanded to stand around bitching about “our rights”, we’re commanded to help people. So shut up and do something useful with yourself.

christianity is about having to say no to yourself. it’s saying no to the cursing, the gossip, the judgement, the porn, the desires, the self pity, the pride, the dreams, the hopes and saying “whatever you want Lord”. it’s literally dying to ourselves and what we want to do and just letting Him do whatever

this God thing is such messy business. it’s not pretty. at some point, the fire dims, the honeymoon ends. and you have to make the painful action of stepping down from the throne and letting Him take control

  • So Far Gone
  • Thousand Foot Krutch
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(So Far Gone)

Quite a number of you were pretty upset with the first 4 frames I posted as wips(it was very entertaining to read some of your tags) but don’t worry!! Makoto and Haru will get through anything and they’ll come out stronger. Keep your heads up!!

Also I’m sorry that it’s such a long post(especially if you’re not into Free! or makoharu)!

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I tried ignoring God for a week

but I found diaries from
elementary school
where I told Him my
secrets

I asked Him if He was real
and to forgive me for saying
I hated my sister

I wrote to Him
on vacations
like a postcard

I confessed that I’d marry
the boy Isaac from class
and asked if that was okay

The counselor called my mom
told her I was sitting alone
on the bench at recess
She didn’t know
I was talking to God
too scared to talk to the other kids

I asked Him why
my friend kept hitting me
and bruising my skin
when I didn’t want to play

why the boys laughed
and squeezed me where
I didn’t like
when I wore a bikini
for the first time

why I couldn’t go to a dance
and feel beautiful
like the rest

and He replied by shining
in a dream where I
realized
it doesn’t matter what they say
when He’s the one that
has always been
listening

And I remembered the time
my dad drove away
after a fight that made me
wonder if he was ever coming
back
and in fear, I fell
begged God to make him
turn around
and He told me
if he didn’t
He’d be my proper father

He’s all I’ve had
my only solid
He hasn’t let me down
so no matter how much
I want to, I can’t
give Him up just yet

—  I tried ignoring God - Christina Hopp
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tales from the wizarding world: the gold cauldron }

There once was talk of a gold cauldron hidden in a cave in the Culy Woods. No potion brewed in it would spoil, and medicine stewed in the cauldron would cure any sickness. Many had searched for it to no avail, and the cauldron was soon believed to be mere fantasy.

One day, a little boy was chasing hares through the woods when a glimmer of light from one of the caves caught his eye. He climbed into the cave, and there amidst the jagged teeth of stalagmites and stalactites stood the gold cauldron gleaming like a shiny coin, and sitting behind it was a withered witch who watched the boy silently. She said, “What is it that you come for, boy? This cave hasn’t been visiting in centuries.” The boy said, “I was chasing hares in the woods, Ma’am,” for it was the truth. She took the cauldron in her hands and offered it to the boy. “You who do not seek but shall have. Take it, boy, for I have no use for it,” the witch said. It was no bigger than the biggest of his Mother’s flower pots, so he took it from the witch and carried it home.

His sister fell ill with a fatal disease not three days after he brought the cauldron home, but she was cured with medicine that their Mother cooked in the golden cauldron. The townspeople started whispering about her miraculous recovery, and soon, word reached the king who sent soldier to investigate this strange phenomenon. Upon finding the gold cauldron, the soldiers confiscated it and presented it to the king, who had, himself, been searching for it for many years.

One night, he recklessly slipped poison into the wine that his wife had been drinking, and ordered for an antidote to be brewed in the gold cauldron. And so, it was done, but the antidote failed to work, and the queen quickly succumbed to the poison. After that, the gold of the cauldron flaked off and the cauldron turned a dreadful, rusted brown. The king fell into a fitful rage and ordered the cauldron to be thrown into the lake, where it lies to this day, half buried in dirt and disintegrating with time.
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Agora (2009) - You don’t question what you believe, or cannot. I must.

There was a woman at Alexandria named Hypatia, daughter of the philosopher Theon, who made such attainments in literature and science, as to far surpass all the philosophers of her own time. Having succeeded to the school of Plato and Plotinus, she explained the principles of philosophy to her auditors, many of whom came from a distance to receive her instructions. On account of the self-possession and ease of manner, which she had acquired in consequence of the cultivation of her mind, she not unfrequently appeared in public in presence of the magistrates. Neither did she feel abashed in going to an assembly of men. For all men on account of her extraordinary dignity and virtue admired her the more. Yet even she fell victim to the political jealousy which at that time prevailed. - Socrates Scholasticus