In spite of church being burnt out, Mosul Archbishop Putrus Moshe
defiantly leads the Sunday Liturgy in the Grand Immaculate church in
Baghdeda for the first time in two years after this church was liberated
from ISIS last week.
For this reason [idolatry] God gave them up to passions of dishonor; for even their females exchanged the natural use for that which is contrary to nature, and likewise also the males, having left the natural use of the female, were inflamed by their lust for one another, males with males, committing what is shameful, and receiving in themselves the recompense which was fitting for their error.
9 Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality,
-1 Corinthians 6:9
9 We also know that the law is made not for the righteous but for lawbreakers and rebels, the ungodly and sinful, the unholy and irreligious, for those who kill their fathers or mothers, for murderers, 10 for the sexually immoral, for those practicing homosexuality, for slave traders and liars and perjurers—and for whatever else is contrary to the sound doctrine.
-1 Timothy 1:9-10
So about a hundred years ago I posted a shrine I made for a friend of mine… got lots of comments and @patron-saint-of-smart-asses asked me if I had an etsy… I mulled that around a bit… and now that I’m an unemployed weirdo with lots of time on my hands I finally set one up!
Also I made little slide lid boxes with white bees wax candles and little frankincense incense and little holders for both to be given away with each shrine to be blessed by a priest for use in devotion ^_^
There is no doubt that the Christian is called to social work. He is called to organize a better life for the workers, to provide for the old, to build hospitals, care for children, fight against exploitation, injustice, want, lawlessness.
I feel like Orthodox Christians are like the hipster Christians/Catholics (this is a complement btw). With those long skinny candles and icons, all bearded priests, fat nude baptized babies and stuff. I feel like I drive a Prius and fast from meat on Fridays but you all ride bikes and eat real clean and we’re both praying for each other’s conversion which is sorta like me asking you if you want a ride in my Prius but your like “nah I got a ride” and grab your bike with gloves that have no finger tips and you speed off whispering “how do you like the commitment to those monthly payments? Possessions own you,” under your breath.
I think of the good, decent, peace-loving people I have known by the thousands, and I wonder. How many of them are so afflicted with the wasting disease of normalcy that, even as they declare for the peace, their hands reach out with an instinctive spasm … in the direction of their comforts, their home, their security, their income, their future, their plans—that five-year plan of studies, that ten-year plan of professional status, that twenty-year plan of family growth and unity, that fifty-year plan of decent life and honorable natural demise. “Of course, let us have the peace,” we cry, “but at the same time let us have normalcy, let us lose nothing, let our lives stand intact, let us know neither prison nor ill repute nor disruption of ties.” And because we must encompass this and protect that, and because at all costs—at all costs—our hopes must march on schedule, and because it is unheard of that in the name of peace a sword should fall, disjoining that fine and cunning web that our lives have woven, because it is unheard of that good men should suffer injustice or families be sundered or good repute be lost—because of this we cry peace and cry peace, and there is no peace. There is no peace because there are no peacemakers. There are no makers of peace because the making of peace is at least as costly as the making of war—at least as exigent, at least as disruptive, at least as liable to bring disgrace and prison and death in its wake.