praying sinner

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: Ave Maria, gratia plena, get him out of this war, and if you’ve gotta take someone then take me, because I’ve got nothing real to go home to but he’s got a girl now and I can see the hope written all over his face when he sees her. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, pray for us sinners, but don’t spend too much time on my immortal soul, because not even divine intervention can help me now. I know when to walk away from a fight and trying my damnedest not to need him was a losing battle.
  • I won’t be in the history books; that’s for you. But I loved you first. As long as they get that right, I don’t care what they say.

To all those people telling others they’re going to hell, who said you were promised Jannah?

that one Mark Twain quote about “But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian’s daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest?” is actually super problematic because in the canon text Satan acts highly problematic like when he was manipulative towards Eve :/

no greater love

Jamie…how did things change from the King of Men, leading the Highlanders to battle against the English…

…to the broken man…

...to the prisoner?

While living in the cave:

It dawned on Jamie quite suddenly that to the boys he must seem a most romantic figure. Living alone in a cave, emerging at dark to hunt, coming down out of the mist in the night, filthy and wild-haired, beard all in a fierce red sprout—yes, at their age, it likely seemed a glamorous adventure to be an outlaw and live hidden in the heather, in a dank, cramped cave. At fifteen and sixteen and ten, they had no notion of guilt or bitter loneliness, of the weight of a responsibility that could not be relieved by action.

Not sure about the photo of Jamie with LJG but may be when he was captured after escaping Ardsmuir. I think the 2nd photo may be just prior to him getting “caught” outside the cave. The green fields appear to be Lallybroch, so the image may be him gazing across the meadow towards the family home. Contrast this image to the “king of men” image from S2. Jamie’s tattered and torn coat reflects his tattered and torn heart. Just as he sent Claire away to protect her and their child, he continues to lay down his life for his family. When he was captured after he escaped from Ardsmuir and failed in his quest to find the gold to help his family, the depth of his despair and loneliness nearly overwhelmed him:

His fingers sought the rosary around his neck. His sister had given it to him when he left Lallybroch; the English had let him keep it, as the string of beechwood beads had no value.
“Hail Mary, full of grace,” he muttered, “blessed art thou amongst women.”
He hadn’t much hope. That wee yellow-haired fiend of a major had seen, damn his soul—he knew just how terrible the fetters had been.
“Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners…”  There were footsteps coming down the corridor outside. He clutched his knees harder, trying to quell the shivering. At least it would be decided now, either way.
“…pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death, amen.

Even in his suffering and grief, Jamie knew this truth: There is no greater love than to lay down one’s life…” (John 15:13)

Excerpts From: Diana Gabaldon, Voyager.

Moodboard: Stucky Not easily conquered

Ave Maria, gratia plena, get him out of this war, and if you’ve gotta take someone then take me, because I’ve got nothing real to go home to but he’s got a girl now and I can see the hope written all over his face when he sees her. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, pray for us sinners, but don’t spend too much time on my immortal soul, because not even divine intervention can help me now. I know when to walk away from a fight and trying my damnedest not to need him was a losing battle. I won’t be in the history books; that’s for you. But I loved you first. As long as they get that right, I don’t care what they say.