mother of gods church

Jesus is the Word made Flesh.
Jesus is the Bread of Life.
Jesus is the Victim offered for our sins on the Cross.
Jesus is the Sacrifice offered at the Holy Mass for the sins of the world and mine.
Jesus is the Word—to be spoken.
Jesus is the Truth—to be told.
Jesus is the Way—to be walked.
Jesus is the Light—to be lit.
Jesus is the Life—to be lived.
Jesus is the Love—to be loved.
Jesus is the Joy—to be shared.
Jesus is the Sacrifice—to be offered.
Jesus is the Peace—to be given.
Jesus is the Bread of Life—to be eaten.
Jesus is the Hungry—to be fed.
Jesus is the Thirsty—to be satiated.
Jesus is the Naked—to be clothed.
Jesus is the Homeless—to be taken in.
Jesus is the Sick—to be healed.
Jesus is the Lonely—to be loved.
Jesus is the Unwanted—to be wanted.
Jesus is the Leper—to wash his wounds.
Jesus is the Beggar—to give him a smile.
Jesus is the Drunkard—to listen to him.
Jesus is the Retarded—to protect him.
Jesus is the Little One—to embrace him.
Jesus is the Blind—to lead him.
Jesus is the Dumb—to speak for him.
Jesus is the Crippled—to walk with him.
Jesus is the Drug Addict—to befriend him.
Jesus is the Prostitute—to remove from danger and befriend.
Jesus is the Prisoner—to be visited.
Jesus is the Old—to be served.

Jesus is my God.
Jesus is my Spouse.
Jesus is my Life.
Jesus is my only Love.
Jesus is my All in All.
Jesus is my Everything.

Jesus, I love with my whole heart, with my whole being. I have given Him all, even my sins, and He has espoused me to Himself in tenderness and love.
Now and for life I am the spouse of my Crucified Spouse.

—  Mother Teresa, Meditations in a hospital in Rome 1983, “Who is Jesus to me?”
Mr. Ibis reached into an inside pocket and pulled out a notebook, which he flipped through until he found the appropriate page, and he read out a summarized version of Mad Sweeney’s life. According to Mr. Ibis, Mad Sweeney had started his life as the guardian of a sacred rock in a small Irish glade, over three thousand years ago. Mr. Ibis told them of Mad Sweeney’s love affairs, his enmities, the madness that gave him his power (“a later version of the tale is still told, although the sacred nature, and the antiquity, of much of the verse has long been forgotten”), the worship and adoration in his own land that slowly transmuted into a guarded respect and then, finally into amusement; he told them the story of the girl from Bantry who came to the New World, and who brought her belief in Mad Sweeney the leprechaun with her, for hadn’t she seen him of a night, down by the pool, and hadn’t he smiled at her and called her by her own true name? She had become a refugee, in the hold of a ship of people who had watched their potatoes turn to black sludge in the ground, who had watched friends and lovers die of hunger, who dreamed of a land of full stomachs. The girl from Bantry Bay dreamed, specifically, of a city where a girl would be able to earn enough to bring her family over to the New World. Many of the Irish coming into America thought of themselves as Catholics, even if they knew nothing of the catechism, even if all they knew of religion was the Bean Sidhe, the banshee, who came to wail at the walls of a house where death soon would be, and Saint Bride, who was once Bridget of the two sisters (each of the three was a Brigid, each was the same woman), and tales of Finn, of Oísin, of Conan the Bald—even of the leprechauns, the little people (and was that not the biggest joke of the Irish, for the leprechauns in their day were the tallest of the mound folk) . . . All this and more Mr. Ibis told them in the kitchen that night. His shadow on the wall was stretched and birdlike, and as the whiskey flowed Shadow imagined it the head of a huge waterfowl, beak long and curved, and it was somewhere in the middle of the second glass that Mad Sweeney himself began to throw both details and irrelevancies into Ibis’s narrative (“. . . such a girl she was, with breasts cream-colored and spackled with freckles, with the tips of them the rich reddish pink of the sunrise on a day when it’ll be bucketing down before noon but glorious again by supper . . .”) and then Sweeney was trying, with both hands, to explain the history of the gods in Ireland, wave after wave of them as they came in from Gaul and from Spain and from every damn place, each wave of them transforming the last gods into trolls and fairies and every damn creature until Holy Mother Church herself arrived and every god in Ireland was transformed into a fairy or a saint or a dead King without so much as a by-your-leave . .
—  American Gods by Neil Gaiman 

No woman will ever be pope, 
but no pope will ever surpass this woman.

The greatest of all the saints is a woman, Mary, the mother of God. 

Mary is the most perfect example of what it means to be a follower of Christ. 

All Christians, both male and female, are meant to follow her example.

- quoted from catie-does-things​ in her excellent rebuttal to a nonsensical post about the church devaluing women 

Armenian Church of the Holy Mother of God - Aleppo, Syria

She is all-powerful with her blessed Son to promote the interests of repentant sinners… Yes, for the prayers of Mary have the force of commands with her Son, in consideration of the love he bears her: “The prayer of the Mother of God has the force of a command” ; for the Son honours her by denying her nothing!

Please pray with me that my best friend and boyfriend would convert to the Catholic Church. They’re both already Christians, but I have a strong desire to see them come home to the one true Church. I’m not a Catholic yet myself, but I’m like 99.9% sure that I’m going to convert. Please just say a small simple prayer and reblog for me. I’d love to get as many people to say a prayer for them or a Hail Mary. Then when they do convert or finally have an interest in it I can tell them all about the wonderful strangers who prayed for them 🙏🏼❤️thank you so much



This year marks the 60th Anniversary since the brutal kidnapping and lynching of Emmett Louis Till, in Money, Mississippi, back in August of 1955, so I thought I’d share a little history with you, in light of the fact that it seems that killing young Black people without legal repercussions has become fashionable again. This is from a historical presentation I gave last week, and now it’s here for you all at Black American OURstory.

Emmett Till was born inChicago on 25 July 1941. At the age of 13, he was sent by his parents to visithis uncle, Moses Wright, in Money, Mississippi. Till was reportedly dared bysome local boys to enter Bryant’s Grocery and Meat Market and talk to the white woman behindthe counter, Carolyn Bryant, whose husband owned the store. According to William Bradford Huie, ajournalist who later interviewed his killers—the only people who could leave usan account of what supposedly happened in that store, mind you— Till enteredand touched Carol Bryant’s hand while at the counter, and whistled at her as heleft the store. Four days later, on 28 August, 1955, he was abducted from his uncle’shome by Bryant’s husband, Roy, and Roy’s half brother, J. W. Milam. Till’smangled body was found three days later in the Tallahatchie River, with a largecotton-gin fan tied around his neck. He had been brutally beaten and shotthrough the head.

Till’s body was returned to Chicago, where his mother insisted on an open-casket funeral so everyone could see the brutality of her son’s death. The NAACP and other organizations planned demonstrations following the publication of photos of Till’s corpse in Jet magazine. On 19 September the kidnapping and murder trial of Bryant and Milam began. Till’s uncle, Moses Wright, identified the two men as the assailants, but the all-white jury acquitted Bryant and Milam of Till’s murder after only 67-minutes of deliberation. According to one of the jurors, “If we hadn’t stopped to drink pop, it wouldn’t have taken that long.”

That’s the brief Wikipedia version of the Emmett Till story, but for those of you who actually like to scrutinize the history, let’s take a closer look via the documents:

  • Emmett Till and his mother, Mamie Bradley, on 25 Dec 1954: The Jackson Daily News and the Vicksburg Evening Post published this often-used photo of them on September 1, 1955, the day after Emmett’s bloated corpse was pulled from the Tallahatchie River.
  • Bryant’s Grocery and Meat Market, 1955: Emmett and some of his friends went to Bryant’s to buy bubble gum on August 24, only his third day in Money.
  • Telegram from The Chicago Defender to the Eisenhower White House, 1 Sept 1955: John Sengstacke, Editor of one of the most widely circulated African American newspapers in the country at the time, inquires about what action the federal government planned to take about Emmett’s heinous murder.
  • J. William Barba’s reply to John Sengstacke (The Chicago Defender), 2 Sept 1955: According to Barba, Assistant to the Special Counsel to President Eisenhower, “inquiry has failed to reveal any facts which provide a basis for Federal jurisdiction or action.” Now follow the dates; Emmett’s body had only been pulled from the Tallahatchie River 2 days prior. Was Barba lying?
  • A Grief-stricken Mamie Bradley Mourning Over Emmett’s Casket, 3 Sept 1955: Emmett’s funeral was held in Chicago, Ill, at Robert’s Temple Church of God. Notice that his mother has pre-lynching photos of him posted on the casket lid. Mrs. Bradley chose an open-casket service, saying “There was no way I could describe what was in that box. No way. And I just wanted the world to see.” Thousands of people attended the funeral and witness the brutality done to Emmett.
  • The Face of Emmett Till: as it appeared to funeral mourners looking down into his casket on September 3, 1955.
  • J. Edgar Hoover to Dillon Anderson re Emmett, 6 Sept 1955 (pg. 1 of 3): On September 6, Emmett was buried at Burr Oak Cemetery, Cook County, IL. On that same day, btw, a grand jury indicted Milam and Bryant. And the head of the FBI, J. Edgar Hoover, sent this letter to the Special Assistant to the President, Dillon Anderson, regarding the rallying work of the Communist Party USA around civil rights generally and Till specifically. Hoover claims “Communist Party functionaries… will launch a huge campaign protesting the killing of the 14-year-old Chicago Negro boy, Emmett Louis Till.” He writes, “The campaign will involve a scathing condemnation of police officials in the State of Mississippi and will be designed to show that full equality for all races does not exist in the United States.” As if CP USA propaganda, rather than actual U.S. history, was necessary to make that point. The other two pages read the same; Hoover focusing on how the CP might use Till’s murder and the acquittal of his killers to make America look bad, rather than whether or not Mamie Bradley received justice for her son’s lynching.
  • The original issue of Jet Magazine featuring the story of Emmett’s murder, 15 Sept 1955: John H. Johnson admitted in his 1989 memoir that initially he had “serious reservations about publishing the gruesome photos of Emmett,” but did so because after talking to Mamie Bradley, he realized they had a responsibility to show people the extent of the savagery of the attack on the child. Only Jet and one other African American publication [see Part 2] printed Till’s photos and story, with no white publications initially willing to do so. Also note that nowhere on the cover is Emmett’s story mentioned. Jet would go on to publish 10 more issues that featured information about the Till case, but this was the first one.

[stay tuned to Black American OURstory for THE LYNCHING OF EMMETT TILL, Part 2, coming soon…]