A new Heaven’s Feel PV by UFOTABLE, an upcoming anime adaptation of Fate Apocrypha, Hakunon (a.k.a. female! MC) being the main character of Fate Extra: Last Encore, and Fate Grand Order continuing itself with a 2nd part called the Epic of Remnant, looks like 2017 is starting off to be a really awesome and sweet year!
“For I know my transgressions,
And my sin is ever before me.”
After asking God for a thorough washing, the Psalmist
states that he knows his transgressions. In essence, he is fully aware of his
actions, which have been trespassing to God. The opening with the word “For” indicates
that, after the request of a thorough washing, the Psalmist not only sees his
sin, but he has also analyzed himself for a proper washing. He says, “Cleanse
me from my sin, for I know my transgressions” (51:2-3). He knows what he needs
to be washed. The Psalmist desires for God to do away with his sin, but he
analyzes himself in order to give it all up, hence his “sin is ever before
[him].” The word “ever” indicates something continuous. His sin is something
that he cannot wash away by himself.
However, though the Psalmist wastes away with guilt, it
is actually fitting for him to know
his transgressions. How would he be cleansed otherwise?
Knowing our transgressions is frightening. It is an
uncomfortable spiritual state that is terrifying to be in. We would rather feel
the tenderness of the Lord and Savior, or the comfort of a friend, but if we do
not analyze ourselves—that is, if we do not “know” our transgressions—then we
cannot give them to God and we cannot make progress. In fact, knowing our
transgressions is necessary if we want to be like Christ.
What’s even more frightening is that, most often, the
best ways to know our transgressions, and finally see our sin “ever before” us,
is to allow other people to see them in us. With the world, this only brings judgment
and condemnation; but if you can find yourself some good Christians, they might expose you to work with you, and to help you.
Take, for instance, the context of how this Psalm is
written. Remember that the author of this Psalm, King David, did not analyze
himself, or know his transgressions, until after the prophet Nathan exposed his
sin. To encapsulate David’s heinous act of murder and adultery, Nathan tells
him a parable of two men: a rich man who was abundantly wealthy, and had many
sheep, and a poor man, who only had one sheep. One day, the rich man accepted a
traveler to stay at his house, and to feed him, instead of using one of his
many sheep, he took the poor man’s sheep, which was all that the poor man had.
David is outraged at this story, saying the rich man not only “deserves to die,” but
that he “must make retribution” for what he did (2 Sam. 12:5-6).
David does not realize that the rich man is really himself, and what is
interesting, though, is that Nathan exposes David’s sin after David condemns himself. But this humiliation means that there
is hope for David, because if he condemns the rich man in the story, he then “agrees
with the Law, confessing that [it] is
good” (Rom. 7:16).
This is a fantastic Old Testament story for a New Testament
teaching, to “confess your sins to one another,” and then “pray for one
another, so that you may be healed” (James 5:16). A lot of churches these days,
especially in the Protestant tradition, seem to ignore this aspect of faithful
living. But on the contrary, confessing your sins is necessary if we want to
become like Christ, and not just confessing them to God, but to each other.
This is the only way we can gain Bodily support, and to throw off anything that
hinders our true communion with God. Communion is relational; so is Holiness.
Preparing for a confession by knowing your transgressions
is one of the hardest things to do; but in the end, it brings much healing. Throughout
my life, my best friends have not been Christians, but secular people. I do not mind this; in fact, I boasted about it, because I love being a Christ-like
example to people who have been hurt by Christianity. However, though I have
gained a lot of insight and wisdom from secular friends, and though I have been
able to tell them anything and everything, I have to admit that my best
friends have actually been Christians—Christians who follow Christ, that is—and
that is not because we have some theologies or practices in common; it is
because, even if we have nothing in common, they have always been the ones who
have looked out for me, and vice versa. It is because I can tell them anything,
and I will not face condemnation; even better, I will have someone there to
help me through it.
In the secular world, you only get that with people you
like, and people who like you.
But in the Christian world—and again, I’m referring
Christians who actually follow Christ’s commandments—you get that despite your differences, because the true Christian does not turn
away from his brother.
I’m also thankful for the Christians I’ve met on tumblr
who have helped me through some of my difficult spiritual times. (Shout out to @gtasoldier, and @wisdom-of-the-holy-fathers) These days, people get a lot of
criticism for hiding behind an avatar, but doing this has helped me be honest,
even though I’m technically not hiding anything, or giving false information by
myself. Because I was able to confess to them through a computer, it helped me later confess to
the people who knew me in real life. Both situations brought healing too.
And I want you all to know that I understand that
confessing your sins does not usually merit the loving response that the Bible
evicts. I’m not blind. I’ve been hurt by condemning Christians too. This is an unfortunate, hypocritical, and outright sinful reality still present within
Christians. But the words of Athenagoras are still true: “No Christian is wicked unless he is a hypocrite.”
Therefore, if you want to talk, please feel free to
message me. I can try to give as much advice as I know, but I’m only 21, so I’m
not that wise. Nevertheless, I do
know that most often the best confessions simply desire company, and helping
someone instead of condemning them is more or less the true essence of godly
living. And I hope that others will join me in this.
Please reblog if you want to confess, or if you want to
help others confess. And confession is meant for healing; not for condemnation.
Christmas is a special time of year – our omnipresent alien overlords take a rare day off, we all don knitted novelty jumpers before gathering round the altar to chant “Gunga Galunga.” and offer wooden objects and precious stones to our one true prophet and savior – Bill Murray.
In case you’re new to the Church of Murray, ‘Murrayology’ is a new age religion which emphasizes the independence of the human spirit, equality between all forms of life, and takes a non-violent stance towards all living beings. The church of Murray focuses on the important things in this life, like being a great party-guest, making kick ass movies and hosting ice-cream socials (and occasionally partaking in a spot of impromptu karaoke!). My girlfriend and I have been Murrayists for over five years now. We’ve never been happier.
Recently, my girlfriend and I went to visit the saviour’s ashram. We were initially greeted by two fellow disciples, simple natives born of the Ayrshire ergs, who led us to his quarters.
On our way down the echoing galleries, they offered us an orated history of the ancient canvases Murray had acquired, interpreting the cultural and natural heritage of each painting and how it related directly to the Prophet.
“This one was painted in the Caddyshack era by the great Ramakrishnahi who foresaw the coming of the Great One and how he would lead us all to spiritual and nutritional purity.”
It was quite stunning.
We didn’t expect to actually see much of Bill but there he was, strewn out in his eco-hut on a bed of stonewashed sacks that’d been stuffed with dove feathers, smoking deeply from a nebulizer and exhaling the vapour out into a great ceiling-dwelling maelstrom of pink, vanilla scented cloud. At the time Bill wore a beard of alabaster swung round his neck like a scarf and his eyes changed pattern and colour at the sight of us. They went from a hazy airbrushed green to a swirling orange tinted array of concentric circles. He lay there like a stone angel and said –
“I’m a modernist Mr. Kelso. Language has begun to fail me in my need for self-expression…”
Velvet black glistens above the stars, the blue tapestry a blue gown dancing to a noble song of night and stars, a lyre twinkled in the hands of the pale maiden’s nimble hands. A-sway to wind and quiet, the Burmecian’s curse takes place again, humanity overtaken to her face as wide, concerned eyes follow the child away from her. He looks back, then to the moon, almost beseechingly. His silence confuses her, a thought given to muteness. And for a moment, she is unsure his intelligence is true, but the wide, prophetic eyes calms the voice within her doubt, where a throne of doubts crowns.
She follows the child, quick to come to his side. “Wait, child… Do not wander, please… Skellig is too large a place. Please, allow my assistance.” She lowers herself again, again awed by ocean-calming orbs glistening between thick lashes.
How he reminds her of…. Guts. And Casca…
“Child… please, allow me to help? Where are your parents? The people you came to the isle with?”
To go Nolan's Bane on you for a moment to some degree or another.... While I was merely adopted into the Salt. You were born into it, molded by its grainyness in the fires of Srydia. Thou art a true Prophet.
Brutha, who walked through the desert, carrying an injured
man. Brutha, who knew Vorbis was a murderer, an Inquisitor, a cold torturer of
men. Brutha, who saw Vorbis injured on the beach and, knowing the apathy of the
desert, carried him on his own back.
Let’s talk about Brutha who was betrayed by the man he
trusted entirely, the same man he carried through the desert. Brutha, the true
prophet, who spoke to his god every day and knew Vorbis for what he was.
Brutha, who knew his god walked with him every day in the
desert. And when he looked back he saw only one set of footprints in the sand,
because when things got really difficult he carried his god. Under the arm not
Brutha, who was thrashed to within an inch of his life at
the word of the very man he protected and carried through the desert. Brutha,
bleeding and hurting and chained to the iron turtle, with the oven under his
back getting hotter all the time—he looked up into the merciless gaze of Vorbis
and, knowing Om would smite him, did not gloat. “I’m sorry,” he said, and he
meant it. Brutha, who was slow and stupid, illiterate, unworthy, looked into
the face of his torturer, his killer, and promised justice. But he wasn’t glad
of it. He was sorry.
Brutha, who loved his god and strove to be his moral
superior. Brutha, who carried his god through the wilderness, fed and nurtured
his god when all others shunned him, who gave his god commandments not on stone
tablets but on a murmur. Brutha, who promised his god life everlasting if his
god believed in him.
Brutha, who was slow and stupid and simple, who knew that an
army of ten thousand could not save Omnia from the wrath of her neighbors, but
perhaps one man would be enough.
Brutha, who would not die for his god but he would live for
him. He would live for him every day, busily, and teach others to do the same.
Who filled each day to the brim until, at last, he died. Quietly.
Brutha, who walked with Death into the black desert, setting
out on a journey to find Judgement. Brutha, who saw Vorbis there. Cruel, tyrannical,
calculating Vorbis, so small and helpless after a near infinity on the cold,
lightless dune, the man who not only killed but forced others to kill gladly.
And Brutha looked upon this shell of a man, and lifted him up to carry him
through the desert once again, leaving behind only one trail of footprints.
John Linley Frazier aka ‘The Killer Prophet’ who killed an eye doctor and his family in 1970. After entering the home of the doctor, he found the wife and shot her with her own gun. He then proceeded to bound and kill everyone as they arrived. By the time he was done, he had killed the doctor, his wife, his secretary and his two children. He then dumped the bodies in the swimming pool. Frazier wrote a bizzarre letter on the doctor’s typewriter reading:
“Halloween, 1970. Today World War III will begin, as bought to you by the People of the Free Universe. From this day forward, anyone and/or everyone or company of persons who misuses the natural environment or destroys same will suffer the penalty of death by the People of the Free Universe. I and my comrades from this day forth will fight until death or freedom against anyone who does not support natural life on this planet. Materialism must die, or Mankind will stop.”
During his trial, Frazier completely shaved half of his head and face. He was sentenced to death, but committed suicide in his cell in 2009.
During the struggle of spreading Islam, there was a girl, who has been the witness of spreading Islam, known as the mother of knowledge in Islam later in life. She was Ayshah, the daughter of the Prophet’s true friend, Abu Bakar, known as As-Shiddiq. Abu Bakar was the second person after Khadijah who accepted Islam. Ayshah was very energetic little girl, smart, and had high curiosity. She was raised strictly discipline in her family, and protected by her sister, Asma.
As any other kids, she loved to play with toys and played around with her friends. One day, when the Prophet came into her house, he saw she was playing with winged horse dolls, and he told her that the real horse didn’t have wings. Ayshah told the Prophet that Prophet Sulaiman had a winged horse, which showed that she was intelligent on historical and religious, even she was five years old. She had been trained to listen and observe things around her, and had a good ability to memorize every single detail of them.
One day, Khaulah, one of the closest companion of the Prophet (peace be upon Him) asked him why he had not married again. She suggested him to marry Ayshah, the daughter of his closest companion, Abu Bakar As-Shiddiq. The first vision he got from God was received to a dream. He was dreaming about Ayshah. He dreamt about a beautiful green silk, and her face appeared in his dream. Ayshah was married when she was nine-years old, but she stayed with her parents for a few years before moving into the household with the Prophet (peace be upon Him) in Medina.
Ayshah accompanied the Prophet when she was fourteen-years old on the expedition to Quadeed, a minor battle between the Muslim army and the tribe of Banu Mustalaq. At that time, Ayshah was borrowed a necklace from her sister, Asma, when the army camp on the banks of Marisa’. The army moved out and camped in the desert. Ayshah went away from the camp and she realized the necklace had gone. After a long search, she found it. By the time she arrived in the campsite, the army had already packed up and left. She decided to stayed there and waited until someone returned to the campsite. One of the the army member, Safwan bin Mu’attal had been tasked to return to the campsite to checked everything left behind. He saw Ayshah was lying in the sand, awoke, and climbed on the camel. He led the camel to the new campsite.
Unfortunately there were people in the army wanted to bring the name of the Prophet into the disrepute. Abdullah bin Ubayy bin Salool who spread the word that Ayshah was a women who loose moral standard. He spread the words with three other persons: Hasan bin Thabit, Hamnah bin Jahash, and Mastah bin Athahah, together spread the world around Medina.
The Prophet was concerned and disturbed by the gossip circulating her favorite wife, while Ayshah was unaware about the gossip concerning her. She went out with the mother if Mastah bin Athahah who was cursed her son, and Ayshah told her that she should proud of his son as he had fought bravely in the Badr war. Ayshah was being told about the gossip she wasn’t unaware about her and Safwan. Ayshah asked the Prophet to visit her parents to confirmed the gossips that were circulating. She was heartbroken and started to cry for two days and she got ill in the third day. The Prophet told her she should ask Allah (swt) for forgiveness if she had done something wrong. No one believed her and only Allah would know of her innocence. The Ayah An-Nur was revealed to the Prophet, to prove her innocence.
Ayshah wasn’t the only wife of the Prophet at that time, he had many wives. In the difficult times, he gave his wives a choice if they want a divorce, but it was only Ayshah who has chosen to stay with Prophet and the rest of them. Ayshah had been with him until the end of his life. The Prophet was dead in his house, in the lap of Ayshah. After the death of the Prophet and the next Khalifah, Ayshah was the woman who transferred the knowledge of Islam. She told the ummah about the things had done during the Prophet’s life. She was the place to asked about every questions. She was the mother of Islamic knowledge