great and mighty things

Jeremiah 33:2-3 KJV
“Thus saith the Lord the maker thereof, the Lord that formed it, to establish it; the Lord is his name; Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.”

prayer is such a beautiful, mysterious thing–how powerful it truly is and how it feels like breathing, like catharsis. it constantly amazes me that He has chosen us to partner with Him for the furtherance of His Kingdom on earth, that prayer is the tool He uses and He even urges us, Come pray to Me and I will show you great and mighty things you do not know. and so when we pray, be assured it will not go unheard–your voice quickly and easily reaches the ears of the Father. He moves. He answers. He hears even the frailest prayers and proves Himself to be a kind and patient Father, over and over and over. He never leaves us in the dark. He shows up. always.

Our Awesome God

Revelation 4:9-11

In our culture, God’s name is often mentioned with little reverence. In fact, many people actually use it as a curse. Even among those who love Him, it is far too common to use His name casually, without taking time to ponder who He is. When you say a blessing at mealtimes, for instance, do you realize that you are talking to the almighty God who created and rules over all things?

Our view of the Lord impacts three areas of life. First, it affects our prayers. As we come to know Him better and better, our desires will start to look like His goals for us, and our petitions will align more closely with His purposes. What’s more, as we recognize His greatness and power, we’ll become more confident that He can accomplish mighty things—and we will venture to “pray big” (Eph. 3:20; James 4:2).

Second, our understanding of His righteousness and goodness influences our behavior: If God has these attributes, surely it’s in our best interest to obey gladly. And as we, too, desire righteousness, we’ll be quick to repent of sin.

Third, our faith is impacted. Grasping that Jesus is holy, good, and powerful grows our trust in Him. Knowing our awesome God and remembering His great works will further build our confidence in Him.

Do you personally know our loving and holy heavenly Father? He invites you into an intimate relationship with Him. But as with any good friendship, time and intentionality are necessary to understand Him and learn His ways. Make these characteristics your priority, and watch how your prayers, behavior, and faith are impacted.

Magnificat

Magnificat anima mea Dominum,
et exultavit spiritus meus in Deo salvatore meo,
quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae.
Ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes, 

quia fecit mihi magna, qui potens est,
et sanctum nomen eius,
et misericordia eius in progenies et progenies 
timentibus eum.

Fecit potentiam in brachio suo, 
dispersit superbos mente cordi sui;
deposuit potentes de sede 
et exaltavit humiles;
esurientes implevit bonis 
et divites dimisit inanes.

Suscepit Israel puerum suum, 
recordatus misericordiae,
sicut locutus est ad patres nostros, 
Abraham et semini eius in saecula.


Canticle of Mary

My soul doth magnify the Lord,
and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Savior.
For He hath regarded the humility of His handmaiden.
For behold, from henceforth all generations shall call
me blessed.

For He that is mighty hath done great things to me, 
and holy is His Name.
And His Mercy is from generation unto generations 
upon them that fear Him.

He hath shewed might in His arm, 
He hath scattered the proud in the conceit of their heart.
He hath put down the mighty from their seat, 
and hath exalted the humble.
He hath filled the hungry with good things, 
and the rich He hath sent empty away.

He hath received Israel, His servant, 
being mindful of His mercy.
As He spoke to our Fathers, 
Abraham and his seed forever.

And Mary said:

“My soul glorifies the Lord
 and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
for he has been mindful
 of the humble state of his servant.
From now on all generations will call me blessed,
for the Mighty One has done great things for me—
holy is his name.
His mercy extends to those who fear him,
from generation to generation.
He has performed mighty deeds with his arm;
he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts.
He has brought down rulers from their thrones
but has lifted up the humble.
He has filled the hungry with good things
but has sent the rich away empty.
He has helped his servant Israel,
remembering to be merciful
to Abraham and his descendants forever,
just as he promised our ancestors.”

—  Luke 1:46-55 // Mary’s Song

@anahelsdream
You dare to tag the great and mighty me?! I’m just joking, be prepared to be disappointed in my list of music.

1. Undisclosed Desires- Muse
2. Just Like You- Three Days Grace
3. Die to Save You- Sick Puppies
4. Dig Your Own Hole- Goyte
5. Black and Blue- Sick Puppies
6. Madness- Muse
7. Fire Meet Gasoline- Sia
8. Breath of Life- Florence + The Machine
9. Heart Shaped Box- Nirvana
10. I Don’t Care- Apocalyptica

Also, I don’t have any friends, so I’m not tagging anyone.

anonymous asked:

Is Mary really mentioned in the Bible?

Mary the mother of Jesus was described by God as “highly favored” (Luke 1:28). The phrase “highly favored” comes from a single Greek word, which essentially means “much grace.” Mary received God’s grace.

Grace is “unmerited favor,” meaning something we receive despite the fact that we do not deserve it. Mary needed grace from God just as the rest of us do. Mary herself understood this fact, as she declared in Luke 1:47, “… and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior…”

Mary recognized that she needed the Savior. The Bible never says that Mary was anyone but an ordinary human whom God chose to use in an extraordinary way. Yes, Mary was a righteous woman and favored (graced) by God (Luke 1:27-28). At the same time, Mary was a sinful human being who needed Jesus Christ as her Savior, just like everyone else (Ecclesiastes 7:20; Romans 3:23; 6:23; 1 John 1:8).

Mary did not have an “immaculate conception.” The Bible doesn’t suggest Mary’s birth was anything but a normal human birth. Mary was a virgin when she gave birth to Jesus (Luke 1:34-38), but the idea of the perpetual virginity of Mary is unbiblical. Matthew 1:25, speaking of Joseph, declares, “But he had no union with her until she gave birth to a son. And he gave Him the name Jesus.”

The word “until” clearly indicates that Joseph and Mary did have sexual union after Jesus was born. Joseph and Mary had several children together after Jesus was born. Jesus had four half-brothers: James, Joseph, Simon, and Judas (Matthew 13:55). Jesus also had half-sisters, although they are not named or numbered (Matthew 13:55-56). God blessed and graced Mary by giving her several children, which in that culture was the clearest indication of God’s blessing on a woman.

One time when Jesus was speaking, a woman in the crowd proclaimed, “Blessed is the womb that bore You and the breasts at which You nursed” (Luke 11:27). There was never a better opportunity for Jesus to declare that Mary was indeed worthy of praise and adoration. What was Jesus’ response? “On the contrary, blessed are those who hear the word of God and observe it” (Luke 11:28). To Jesus, obedience to God’s Word was more important than being the woman who gave birth to the Savior.

Nowhere in Scripture does Jesus, or anyone else, direct any praise, glory, or adoration towards Mary. Elizabeth, Mary’s relative, praised Mary in Luke 1:42-44, but her praise is based on the blessing of giving birth to the Messiah. It was not based on any inherent glory in Mary.

Mary was present at the cross when Jesus died (John 19:25). Mary was also with the apostles on the day of Pentecost (Acts 1:14). However, Mary is never mentioned again after Acts chapter 1. The apostles did not give Mary a prominent role. Mary’s death is not recorded in the Bible. Nothing is said about Mary ascending to heaven or having an exalted role there. As the earthly mother of Jesus, Mary should be respected, but she is not worthy of our worship or adoration.

The Bible nowhere indicates that Mary can hear our prayers or that she can mediate for us with God. Jesus is our only advocate and mediator in heaven (1 Timothy 2:5). If offered worship, adoration, or prayers, Mary would say the same as the angels: “Worship God!” (see Revelation 19:10; 22:9.) Mary herself sets the example for us, directing her worship, adoration, and praise to God alone: “My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for He has been mindful of the humble state of His servant. From now on all generations will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things for me — holy is His name” (Luke 1:46-49).

Sing of mighty Rhea,
Great Mother, Queen of Time.
Make things easy, Mama Rhea,
fold us into Your motherhood
as You folded a stone to your breast: protection.

Purple Mountains Mother,
surely the maternity of the Blue Ridge
cannot have escaped You. There are midwives
here, bloody-handed lifebringers,
and You and Artemis will decide if that white
farmhouse will hear a squalling baby,
or if the vultures who ride the updrafts
above the river will call out instead.

We’ll sing of Lady Artemis,
who leads a pack of coonhounds down the mountain,
whose wildernesses shrink with each logging truck
rolling up the dirt road.

Artemis cuts deer stands from their trees, preferring the chase
and Artemis strikes women, young and old, with death;
Artemis bathes alone in the iciest of mountain streams,
and Artemis places the face of a black bear amongst the stars.

We’ll sing of the Nymphai Hyperboreai
   

Hekaergos—test the power of your bow,
shoot those universal orange-and-blue foam targets and
flex your muscles for strength until
you know exactly how much distance you need
between you and your prey,
between you and the blood,
between you and the guilt.
   

Opsis–paint your cheeks
black and dress in orange and green,
hide behind red maple trunks and take
your aim.
   

Loxos—the curve, a thrumming string,
the pulleys of a compound bow arcing back
into place even as the arrow arcs;
the white edge of an eye, looking at doom,
looking at
Artemis,
then death.

The Meliai run like death too,
bronze-armored, bronze-skinned trailer
park princesses. These girls don’t take your shit;
ash-stained fingers are just as good as ink-stained ones,
and when the snow melts and the rains of April come
(flooded homes or no)
they’ll fight your ass from Hades—
they are mothers of great men,
and great themselves—poverty, they’ll tell you, has nothing to do with it.
And yet they wash away.

We’ll sing of the Potamoi,
muddy-eyed, bull-horned
water-fathers.
Catfish-whiskered,
robed in red clay mud.
Take me back to the Green River,
where paradise lay shining in the creekbed

    and of the Okeanides, Naiades,
with whose blood I painted,
one thousand rivulets over dry leaves,
who feed rhododendrons aplenty
in the hollers and folds of the mountain,

    and of the Leimonides,
golden spaces hewn from the slopes,
who live now where ancient trees once stood—
pastures were not always for growing,
and You conquered thousand-year growth to get here.

Sing of Aristaios, whose pastures (once made)
give apiaries and sheep pens a place,
You whose fleeces line the shelves of county fairs,
You whose clover honey; locust honey; basswood honey
lines the stalls of every farmer’s market around.

We’ll sing of the Thriae,
given to Hermes, counting riverstones under bridges–
purple sandstone, red sandstone,
sometimes cold gray limestone, mossy with pollution.
not bridge-trolls, not a big deal,
but small prophecies, small women surrounded,
golden fur over dark skin,
black, stony eyes.

Sing of Kheiron, who teaches English
in a building with broken windows and rotting linoleum
Teachers can grow old and die, and this school
will never win a football game.

A blacksmith shoes horses for the rich,
and His hammer ringing on iron sings “Hephaistos, Hephaistos.”
He knows these white picket fences,
these green, rolling hills, these dreams of Southern romance
and knows that at least His crippled legs are planted firmly in the mud.

We’ll sing of Hephaistos, sing with coal-black lungs,
sing with coal-dust hearts:
protect our families from this black gold,
this earthen fire. We die to fuel the cities of our world;
Hephaistos, protect us, ease our passing.

Sing praises of Hermes, who plays the banjo on off nights at the Sycamore Café,
who ran for office too many times and now somehow runs the town.
Sing praises of Hermes, lest he leave us to our gambling addictions,
lest our football team should lose—those two things are intertwined.

Dionysos rests on a mound of kudzu,
vines twisting around him—he is growing chaos.
Copper piping twists near him like shimmering vegetation,
and as drunk as they are, the police will never find this still.
Their crown, Corona, twinkles drunkenly above,
and Ariadne smiles in her sleep.

—  Hymn to the Rustic Theoi, Praise andSupplication from Southern Appalachia ((A poem inspired by, and hopefully not too derivative of, the work of Mari opalborn ))
Wham, Bam, Thank You, Pam (Beesly)!

      I didn’t watch The Office in prime time.  I had dance on Thursday nights, and by the time I didn’t anymore, the show was already in its sixth season.  I’d missed a lot.  When I started college, I turned to Netflix in my down time because I don’t like beer.  This was one of the best television decisions I have ever made.  A lot of times, the characters on this show are thoughtless and mean, but one character who is never that way?  Pam Beesly.  I love Pam, and if Dwight Schrute didn’t exist, she would be my very favorite character.  Pam is legendary because she is kind, never selfishly motivated, and endlessly awesome.

     Most people at Dunder Mifflin – Scranton are self-serving and the worst.  They make us laugh, but none of them are exactly upstanding moral citizens.  None of them except for Pam Beesly.  Even when she’s aware of how ridiculous her fellow employees can be, she doesn’t hate them or maliciously plot against them.  Sure, she’ll play a joke on Dwight here or there, but Pam isn’t out for herself alone.  She’s a good friend.  When she gives Meredith lice, and Meredith shaves her head, Pam isn’t just simply apologetic.  She takes Meredith out for a drink and has a genuinely good time.  Pam cares about people.  In the season seven episode, “Classy Christmas” she actively tries to make the holiday fun for Darryl’s daughter.  Not only does she care about making kids happy; she cares about Darryl.  It might not be realistic for office mates to like each other this much, but Pam reminds us that what matters in this world is to be kind.  Kindness gets you far.  Pam is a natural born mother and nurturer.  Your twenty-first century sensibilities probably just freaked out, didn’t they?  “How dare she suggest that?” you probably asked and then reblogged this to talk about how horrible I am.  But let me remind you, Tumblr generation, that being maternal isn’t sexist.  It’s a pretty damn strong thing to be, and Pam’s mighty great at it.  Let’s hear it for her.

      But just because Pam is a natural nurturer (take that, high school psychology class, I combined your two oppositional terms and made it awesome) doesn’t mean she isn’t shrewd as a serpent.  She is, and that’s part of what makes her so cool.  Pam is clever and witty pretty much always.  Some of her pranks and ideas are the best ever.  She’s the one who conceives the idea for a comic book and actually DRAWS THE PICTURES INSIDE.  That requires skill, attention, and a quick wit.  Pam has all three of these things, and that’s awesome.  She’s the one who’d been sending Dwight messages from the CIA all year until his “top, super secret mission” at Christmas.  That calls for a smart, funny person, and who better than Pam Beesly?  She is an abundantly talented artist, and while I am sad that the writers didn’t have Pam graduate from Pratt, she never gives up on her dreams and skills.  She perseveres even when it seems silly.  Jim’s brothers might have tried to “prank her” by telling her that art school is a waste of time, but Pam knows otherwise.  When you’re passionate about something and good at it, you go for it no matter how it looks or if it doesn’t work out perfectly.  Also, let’s all bow down to Pam for a minute to be the only one brave enough to do the coal walk in the season three episode, “Beach Games.”  I don’t even want to know how much guts you would have to have to do that.  That’s the bravest thing anyone ever did in the nine seasons The Office was a show.  I mean, tell that to anyone who says a woman can’t be strong, right?

     The Office was really great at making well-rounded characters, so of course Pam has flaws.  I think her chief flaw is that for many, many years (and probably too many) she was too timid.  Yes, Roy was a jerk who couldn’t commit, and Pam shouldn’t have been with someone who didn’t make her feel like a damn queen.  But she is so powerfully awesome and doesn’t even realize it.  She could have told Roy exactly what she wanted out of life, out of a relationship, and instead, she let him walk all over her.  That spiraled into some pretty heinous behavior on Roy’s part, none of which is Pam’s fault.  I just don’t know if Pam was smart for staying in that relationship before it got really, really bad.  She deserved hella better than Roy BEFORE she got together with him. She just doesn’t have enough confidence in herself, which doesn’t make a lot of sense because she rocks.  No woman on The Office rocks as hard as she does because there is only one Pam Beesly.  Not a one could take her place.

      I don’t even think this short article did Pam justice.  Every time I watch this show, she just impresses me more and more.  She’s such a good friend, a good mom, and all around, a really upstanding person.  If there were more people like her in the world, not only would our world be totally legendary… but can you really suspect it wouldn’t be a better place?  Wham, bam.  Thank you, Pam.

anonymous asked:

Ask for the Great and Mighty Trash Queen! You explained many things about the AFAC Universe and introduced many characters, some we known and some others we didnt. Yet i feel that no one asked this yet: Are there specific tribes for monsters? I mean, Undyne and her mom are both fish, the skelebrothers are.. well yeah, and there are the dogs as well at the royal guard. Are they having an elemental association or are they really just random in this AU. Long ask sry :P.

It’s more like different racial groups of monsters. They tend to stick together the same way human racial groups do, because of a shared culture. Ghosts, and skeletons, and lizards, and fish, and rabbits, and dogs, and fire elemental, and slimes all have unique subcultures. But they’re all still under the megaculture that is Monster kind.
-TQ