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  1. I have no idea why I'm so depressed that I'll never be in full #communion with the #Catholic church unless my spouse goes in front of a #priest and presents as their birth gender long enough for us to have our #marriage validated. I had no concern about it before. In fact, I was perfectly okay with the firm belief that #religion is nothing but a bunch of man-made lies meant to enforce archaic #patriarchal #dominance #hierarchies. And now, #God is convicting my heart that I need to join one...

  2. Meditative Arts – Pastor Bible Study

    The following pieces were drawn during a time of reflection, Bible study, and communion with pastors this past Thursday.

    I continue to listen with both ear and heart and allow the hand to interpret what is entering within.

    I begin empty, waiting for images to come. I never know what the end result will be. The process of creating and the study of the finished image serve as a centering practice.

    #Art #christian #Communion #Drawing #icons #Sacred #spirit #traditionalArt
  3. @bryanhowell Being John Malkovich only instead of a door it's Walken's butthole. #communion

  4. @diazona

    > how do elephants wear pants

    The same way as everyone else except when they put theirs on they make gold records? #Communion

  5. Bonjour
    "Travaillez non pas pour la nourriture qui se perd, mais pour la nourriture qui demeure jusque dans la vie éternelle, celle que vous donnera le Fils de l’homme, lui que Dieu, le Père, a marqué de son sceau." (Évangile de Jésus-Christ selon saint Jean 6,22-29.) #communion #lafoi #vieeternelle #bible #Dieu #Evangile #JésusChrist #EvangileDuJour #Textesdujour #Psaumes #saparolepouraujourdhui #actesdapôtres #Psaume118 #evangiledejésuschristselonsaintjean
    saintvincentdepaul-saintmalo.f

  6. i need at least the first few minutes of #earthgirlsareeasy after watching #communion to rekindle a little hope in humanity
    #monsterdon

  7. @moira hmm... well, there was definitely "A single witness" at some point, wasn't there? And I counted the cabin security system keypad as an LED light board - admittedly a little loose but not inconceivable - so there'd be an argument for a bingo if anything in that movie qualifies as a slug, crab, or ray

    #Monsterdon #Communion #EinaPlobe

  8. #Monsterdon #Communion
    I suppose it's a matter of audience interpretation, but I feel like this movie reads best as supporting the notion that this whole alien encounter experience really is recurring psychotic episodes. There are no real aliens.

    I felt like that was kind of a bold choice for the director, honestly.

  9. @JoeWynne I thought the addidas track suits for the aliens was pretty brilliant. #Monsterdon #Communion 👽🛸

  10. I wonder what reality is up to

    Thanks as always @Taweret for hosting and everybody for posting!

    Now off to watch the cannot-possibly-be-worse Earth Girls Are Easy double feature on @miru

    #Monsterdon #Communion #EinaPlobe

  11. One could cut this movie down to 90 minutes without losing anything EASY #monsterdon #communion

  12. changed my mind. i’m going to to take a bunch of zoloft instead.

    #monsterdon #communion

  13. I wonder what the abstract concept of actually ending is up to

    because it's clearly not having anything to do with this movie

    #Monsterdon #Communion #EinaPlobe

  14. Fair warning: In about 20 minutes I will be participating in #Monsterdon. This week we are watching an adaptation Whitley Striebers totally credible non-fiction book, #Communion.

    Join us as we welcome the #visitors 👽. Or shriek in terror and mute that hashtag. Either way, keep those closet doors tightly shut!

  15. Maundy Night, in Fragments

    It was night already—
    and the room was close,
    low-beamed, breath-warmed,
    troubled by the nearness of departure.
    The lamp did not so much shine
    as shudder.

    There are nights
    that seem to know.

    The basin waited.
    The towel waited.
    The water, in its shallow little vessel,
    held a silence deeper than the sea.

    And He—
    O strange reversal!—
    He whose hands had lifted dust to life,
    whose fingers had written mercy
    upon the infirm flesh of the world,
    stooped.

    Stooped.

    I cannot loose myself
    from that word.

    For there are stoopings more terrible than thunder.
    There are bendings low
    that break the spine of pride
    more surely than the sword breaks bone.

    And one by one—
    sandaled, ashamed, confused—
    they drew near Him.
    The feet of fishermen,
    the feet of zealots,
    the feet that had wandered,
    the feet still crusted with the stale earth
    of empire and fatigue.

    And He washed them.

    Not as a servant washes, perhaps—
    hurriedly, dutifully, with half-averted eye—
    but with that unbearable tenderness
    which makes the beloved wish to flee.

    For who can bear
    to be known at the heel,
    at the dustiest place,
    at the place where the road clings?

    Peter recoiled, of course—
    dear violent Peter—
    as men recoil from love
    when it approaches too nearly
    the wound.

    “No—”

    Ah, but all our souls are fashioned of that syllable.
    No, not there.
    No, not this filth.
    No, not the part of me
    that has walked where I ought not.

    Yet still the water spoke
    in its soft and ruinous language.

    If I wash thee not—

    And then the air itself seemed to splinter,
    for one may resist majesty,
    but to be excluded from such sorrowful intimacy—
    that is a horror no disciple can endure.

    So the feet were given.
    So the heart, for a moment, trembled open.

    And somewhere in the room
    sat the other one.

    He too had feet.
    He too received bread.
    He too was near enough
    to hear the pulse in the Master’s throat,
    to see the shadows gather
    beneath His eyes
    like birds before a storm.

    How dreadful,
    that one may sit so near the Holy
    and yet prefer the kiss of silver.

    Thirty pieces—
    thin moons of metal,
    cold as the underside of a grave-stone,
    small little hosts of another kingdom.

    I think they rang already
    in the secret chambers of his mind.

    The bread was broken.
    No—more than broken.
    Offered.
    Which is the crueler word.

    Take, eat—

    And all the centuries leaned inward.

    The cup passed.
    Darkness trembled in it
    like an omen,
    like a red remembering,
    like the heart’s own interior
    made visible.

    Drink ye all—

    All.

    Even now the word accuses me.

    For the table was long,
    and the shadows longer,
    and love, longest of all,
    stretching even toward betrayal,
    even toward denial,
    even toward scattering.

    Outside, the city breathed
    with the heavy lungs of feast and politics.
    Inside, eternity had knelt upon the floor
    and wrapped itself in linen.

    What church can bear this memory?
    What soul can keep it
    without cracking?

    The clink of cup.
    The rustle of garment.
    A hand withdrawing too quickly.
    A glance no one could quite endure.
    And beneath all things,
    like a distant drumbeat under the earth:

    going,
    going,
    going.

    To the garden.
    To the dark.
    To the lanterns and the cudgels.
    To the mouths of false witnesses.
    To the rooster’s cry.
    To the nails.
    To the forsakenness immense and measureless.

    Yet here—
    here first—
    before the torches,
    before the thorns,
    before the torn veil and the opened side—
    here was the kingdom:

    A basin.
    A towel.
    Bread in broken hands.
    A cup not refused.
    Love stooping lower
    than any disciple could imagine,
    lower perhaps than hell itself,
    that it might fill even the lowest place
    with the rumor of God.

    And I, remembering it,
    can scarcely speak except in shards.

    A splash of water.
    A morsel of bread.
    A traitor’s mouth.
    A beloved breast leaning near.
    The night at the window, listening.
    The floorboards aching under the tread of doom.
    And Christ—
    dear Christ—
    moving among them still
    with the calm of One
    who has already entered death
    and found it, too,
    washable.

    Then out they went.

    Into olives.
    Into moon-pallor.
    Into that hour which still has not ended.

    And the towel lay folded.
    And the basin held
    the last disturbed water.
    And somewhere, perhaps,
    one drop remained upon the floor—
    bright, unnoticed,
    like a tear
    or like the first small glimmer
    of the strange and terrible mercy
    by which the world
    shall yet be undone.

    #basinAndTowel #Betrayal #breadAndCup #candlelight #ChristianSymbolism #churchArt #Communion #contemplativeFaith #FootWashing #Gethsemane #HolyThursday #holyWeek #Judas #lastSupper #LiturgicalArt #maundyThursday #passionOfChrist #sacredStillLife #servantLove #SilverCoins #symbolicPhotography #Tenebrae
  16. "Not so long ago, celebrating each other’s festivals felt more ordinary – here in this country, friends would join unfamiliar rituals and meals. Curiosity was met with generosity. Conflicts make us less open, less tolerant of each other. As the worst of it plays out around the world, it is worth holding on to the things that bring us together, like table, food, celebration, communion – the best of us, really."

    #Eid #Nowruz #Passover #Easter #food #table #communion #solidarity
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  17. Itamar Srulovich looks at Eid, Nowruz, Passover, and Easter and notes,

    "What’s striking, when you lay these celebrations side by side, is not their difference but their similarities. Each one speaks in its own language of resilience and renewal. Each gathers people around a table and asks them to pause, remember and begin again."

    #Eid #Nowruz #Passover #Easter #food #table #communion #solidarity
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    theguardian.com/food/2026/mar/

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    #YESquote: Turn My Mourning Into Dancing/Henri Nouwen - "Healing begins w/ our taking our #pain out of its diabolic #isolation & seeing...we suffer it in #communion w/ all of humanity, & yes, all of creation...[participating] in the great battle agst the #powersofdarkness." #GriefWork bit.ly/3Upu0qA

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  19. Late 1970s for and this must have been my First Communion, raised Catholic like I was and attending a Catholic school like I did. Nice try, church, but you didn't sink your claws deep enough into me for it to stick.

  20. Late 1970s for #ThrowbackThursday and this must have been my First Communion, raised Catholic like I was and attending a Catholic school like I did. Nice try, church, but you didn't sink your claws deep enough into me for it to stick.

    #Photography #TBT #1970s #70s #Seventies #Communion #FirstCommunion #Catholic #RomanCatholic #Religion

  21. Late 1970s for #ThrowbackThursday and this must have been my First Communion, raised Catholic like I was and attending a Catholic school like I did. Nice try, church, but you didn't sink your claws deep enough into me for it to stick.

    #Photography #TBT #1970s #70s #Seventies #Communion #FirstCommunion #Catholic #RomanCatholic #Religion

  22. Late 1970s for #ThrowbackThursday and this must have been my First Communion, raised Catholic like I was and attending a Catholic school like I did. Nice try, church, but you didn't sink your claws deep enough into me for it to stick.

    #Photography #TBT #1970s #70s #Seventies #Communion #FirstCommunion #Catholic #RomanCatholic #Religion

  23. Late 1970s for #ThrowbackThursday and this must have been my First Communion, raised Catholic like I was and attending a Catholic school like I did. Nice try, church, but you didn't sink your claws deep enough into me for it to stick.

    #Photography #TBT #1970s #70s #Seventies #Communion #FirstCommunion #Catholic #RomanCatholic #Religion

  24. « Faith is an awareness of divine mutuality and companionship, a form of communion between God and man. It is not a psychical quality, something that exists in the mind only, but a force from the beyond. »

    ― Abraham Joshua Heschel

    🔗 · poligraf.tumblr.com/post/77023

    #quotes #AbrahamJoshuaHeschel #faith #DivineIntelligence #covenant #communion

  25. Benjamin Grosvenor was an English, dissenting and Presbyterian minister. Here he writes an essay on preserving health. He says to go and use the best means within reach to preserve your health.

    Complicated?

    #christian #universallove #changingtheworld #communion #walkthetalk

  26. [#NourritureMW] C'est l'un des thèmes récurrents des #photographies de famille : la bouffe 🍾 🥩 🍗 ! Goûter de #communion, repas de noces, #piquenique dans l'herbe...

    Famille de restaurateurs oblige, on a aussi des photos de la #cuisine (ma gd-mère de dos ; mon gd père aux fourneaux, années 1970)

    Les photos, c'est souvent en fin de repas, plus de nourriture... mais des verres et des bouteilles... (75 ans de Léontine) daieuxetdailleurs.wikibase.clo

    #MuseumWeek2023 #oldpictures #généalogie #archives