can't help what we do

Some doodles I did on the side yesterday night ( @blesstale drew Zunde that there ) including Dreby taking his first steps. I saw this kid screaming “NOOOO!” at some meat in a grocery store before running to his mom, so there we go ✌️

this happens at least once a week let’s be real

“Weak”.

Last Halloween Anti told us “his (Jack’s) body was weak!”. He never said anything about Jack’s soul/ being.

But, remember the ‘BROKEN INSIDE’ Detention episode? This was the zalgo text in the description:

And it’s Jack in the thumbnail (which is literary broken).

Now none of this is nothing new. But I’m saying that this may help explain why Jack’s “help me” (here) was so much weaker compared to Halloween.

Regardless… I’m still wondering how much time Jack has left. 

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Like who he tryna kid though?

💙⚡️I love this boy⚡️💙

anonymous asked:

If we can't help but sin, how can God blame us for what we can't help? We do not choose to sin. If only God can help us out of this, again, how can he blame us? If it is only God, we can't do anything on our own, then how is God not choosing some and not others? If in our weakness we could never even come to him?

Because he doesn’t owe us anything. You really have to come to grips with that to understand the gospel. God does not owe us a n y t h i n g. Jack. Nada. What can a sinner demand from God? We have zero right to demand that there be any way of salvation or reconciliation. A sinner has zero right to be in heaven.

Just because God CAN save people, doesn’t mean he HAS to. It would be perfectly righteous of God if he wanted to send everybody in the whole world to Hell. Really.

That’s a truth that it’s easy to understand on an intellectual level, but very difficult on an emotional level. We’re biased toward our own perspective. We like to think we’re pretty good.

You think that sounds terrible? It is terrible. But the terribleness of it is on us. Not on God. Is this terrible reality too much for a human being, stuck in their sin, to ever be able to come to grips with or accept? Maybe. That doesn’t change anything.

But.

Despite the fact that God literally did not owe us anything, he decided to come to earth and die on the cross and take our punishment for us. That’s grace. Grace means getting something you don’t deserve.

If you are saved by grace and going to heaven, you are getting something you don’t deserve. You might say some people going to heaven and some not isn’t fair. Well, if you went to hell, that would be fair. The fact that you get to go to heaven, isn’t fair*. God hasn’t wronged anyone.

(*However, it is just since Jesus took the punishment for us.)

Verse citations: Romans 3:5-8, Romans 3:10-12, Romans 3:20, Romans 9:16-24, and of course all this flows straight out of my previous discussion of Romans 6 and 7.

just stop hating people. just stop hating people in general. just love people. just try.

Some Fool™: I hate Jumin Han, he’s super annoying and only talks about his cat

Me: blocked and reported

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From the moment I understood the game, I knew United were the one.

You find something that you can identify with, something that resonates in your chest every single time you watch them emerge from the tunnel and walk onto the pitch. Something that is capable of making your heart burst at the seams in an instant for two directly oppositional reasons. When you hear your home stadium erupt into life, when you can feel the atmosphere bringing you to the verge of tears, when your entire body is immersed in goosebumps, when the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention, you know, you just know.

I don’t know how a football club can take over every single emotion possible, but it happens week in, week out. I find myself anchored to this club, attached by my heart strings. It is agonisingly painful in defeat but euphorically beautiful in victory. To remain so staunchly proud of a team that has not rose to the occasion and has let you down. To still have an immense amount of adoration for all the times you have been left bitterly disappointed with a rival defeat. For all the times your team has took you to that cup final and lost on penalties. When they do lift that Premier League / Champions League / F.A Cup, when Van Der Sar does save that critical penalty, when they decimate the rivals, when Ole Gunnar Solskjaer steals that last minute goal to solidify that victory, the colossal amount of elation and exhilaration is absolutely boundless.

Football is the most beautiful, powerful, evocative and emotional thing I have ever loved. People who are worlds apart figuratively and literally, join forces and unite to celebrate their devotion for not only their club but their country. Brought together for that same passion, pride and love that you are so honoured to possess. Enriching every single life that it touches, there is simply nothing else like it in the world.