Face to Face : Gideon X ReaderFace to Face : Gideon X Reader by e31
It was a warm sunny afternoon when I kept threshing wheat in my hometown, Ophrah. I spent working for this cover to keep something from the Midianites. It was very tiring to make it and it made me sweat. Suddenly, a stranger went to visit my place and he sat down under the Oak tree. For me, it's very unusual to meet this unexpected guest without any invitation from my parents. If only I could ask him for his purpose of his visit but I ignored him by keeping myself busy. Yet, he observed me while I was working.
" The Lord is with you, Mighty warrior.", he smiled as he had known me for something.
I was very surprised at him about what he had said. I couldn't fathom when he mentioned the Lord. All I had known that my country had been invaded by the Midianites, Amalekites and the other races. They ruined our crops and stole our livestock for seven years. My fellow Israelites cried o
Redemptive SufferingThe fear of suffering, pain, and death seem like unconquerable mysteries. My time here at CPE [clinical pastoral education] has helped me to understand, via experience, that they are not necessarily things that need to be conquered. No amount of faith excludes us from experience pain, loneliness, and death. Money, power, and other earthly things makes these three experiences even worse. With this in mind, I began to wonder if the words of Qoheleth were not as negative as they appear: “Vanity of vanities! All is vanity” (Ecc 1:2). Earthly things will pass which also means these things, both good and bad, will pass. Yet this does not ease the blow of the mystery of suffering and death. Even if they pass away they still remain with us our whole lives.Redemptive Suffering by TESM
For me, this mystery is one that is only solved by the Cross. The cross is, for me, the foundation of my theology the ministry I do. The cross is the Incarnational moment where love and suffering meet. Love because
Beware the WolvesMany of you know I am a Christian. However not many of you know my stances on certain things. Many Christians today that are Protestant know of the growing number of preachers and believers that are becoming weary of the Catholic Church. However the main problem is the majority of Catholics are totally unaware that a good amount of Christians are noticing trends of the Occult in the Catholic Church that Jesus made mention of and described as preachers of the doctrines of demons. First let me show you how Gods works have been twisted in the past.Beware the Wolves by CRGPhotography
Numbers Chapter 21
8 And the LORD said unto Moses, Make thee a fiery serpent, and set it upon a pole: and it shall come to pass, that every one that is bitten, when he looketh upon it, shall live. 9 And Moses made a serpent of brass, and put it upon a pole, and it came to pass, that if a serpent had bitten any man, when he beheld the serpent of brass, he lived.
Why Do You Still Believe?I used to wonder how one could believe in a God who oppresses?Why Do You Still Believe? by lidsworth
Who controls you, who uses you, whose unbreakable laws can lead to serious depression.
I wondered this because I know what it's like to be failed,
to be “abandoned” by God, and to be thrown in a personal hell.
But than I grew older and learned how to cope,
I learned that believing in God was like holding a tethered rope.
So I looked to the world and was surprised by what I had seen.
Together the believers were holding onto a broken string.
On the top of the rope God holds on tightly,
and towards the bottom, the believers cling to the Almighty.
Through oppression, through injustice bestowed upon them by God,
they refuse to release their grip, as their faith is stronger than their distrust of God.
Because God does not oppress, nor does He use or impose ridiculous laws,
it is humans who do this, never has it been God.
So they still believe in Him when they're murdered for their faith,
when they're bombed beca
My loveMy Love stood before a shoreMy love by cereal-in-a-bowl
of a field whose womb was barren lain
whose hands have worked so hard upon a plot, a plain with seeds of spring sown within
she wore a scarf and her sleeves were folded
as labourers often do
she tended the fields and persuaded the flock
to feed on its pastoral green
alas the creatures whose nature took
their judgement before the desire which laid upon their lips
they shook their heads in sad decline
and moved on ahead...far, far ahead
The fields whose barren countenance
now took lamentation in ash and sackcloth
but my Love, my Love His love so great
He is Jehovah passing by
His eyes gave charity upon the aged and barren field
restored her hope which fulfilled
which sprout with flowers and fruits across the sea of barren green
The fields whose summer heat had smote
the earth to make her womb to never conceive
ah, God the Lord God Yahweh Almighty Whom forever lives
persuaded the seasons to change and this
made the fruits to fill the boughs of trees
and the fl
The Wizard I remember a time when I could speak to God freely,The Wizard by lidsworth
when I walked outside, I felt as if He were right beside me.
He would come to my games, and lead me to Church,
He would cheer the loudest whenever I made a home run.
But I guess something happen, I got out of touch,
now God and I didn't speak to each other that much.
I went from grade school and moved onto High school,
and suddenly believing in God wasn’t that cool.
Months later, when my life got shitty and my family couldn't pay the rent,
I certainly didn't speak to God when I had to sleep on the park bench.
When life got harder, and God couldn't provide,
I found other things in which I could confide.
So in the ally, grimy and dirty, as cold as a winter's blizzard,
I met a suspicious guy, my friend's called him “The Wizard”.
He gave me his pointy wand, and I stuck it in my bulging arm,
it gave me more pleasure than any kind of make believe god.
He gave me a used pipe, and I hungrily sucked it in like oxygen,
Jury DutyI've found that people who accuse others of being the devil, usually have the Devil himself whispering in their ears. Being that we are imperfect, basic reasoning would only assume that we are unfit to pass pure judgement on anyone or anything. I believe that we can all agree on that to some extent, but of course stands the possibility that I am wrong by that very same logic. Judgement is not just for sinners, it is for choice in general. My point is related in that choice is in fact reliant on perspective and perception (Matthew 7:1-5).Jury Duty by GrubbsWriting
On one hand, we could see a man begging for money on the side of the road and think of him as a man in need. Yet in today's world, we are taught to be conservative in our trust, therefore on the other hand, we could see that man, and question his legitimacy. Then of course there are those who insist that instead of mercy and charity, that these fellow human beings of ours should just up and stop being homeless and without work, as though they have
I Forgive YouAll those time you've ever hurt me.I Forgive You by same-but-different
Everything you said.
Every scar you cut.
Every bruise you left.
I won't lie: I hated you for it.
How could you do this to someone so close to you?
How could you abuse their trust, their faith, that you were better than that?
But all that's behind us.
Today's the day I can look in the mirror and say,
"I forgive you."
The Spirit of EasterMy Teacher, My great Teacher,The Spirit of Easter by chorsahgryphon
Where are you in this night?
The Dark has covered hills and dales and gone has run the light
We saw their hand, we turned and ran, yes from them we did flee
While wives and mothers on the hill compose an elegy
For weep, weep O World!
Weep all tree and shrinking moss
For my Rabbi who I followed
Now is dying on a cross.
Were you not our Messiah?
To give us back our land?
To scatter out the Roman force and free us by your hand?
Did we not see you heal the sick and liberate the lame?
Did you not bring back Lazarus though four days late you came?
Yet I hear you cry,
From your ordeal on the tree
"My God, My God, My Father
Why have You forsaken Me?"
Your last words do speak forgiveness
For the ones that put you there
A sepulcher is readied in a garden fresh and fair
Tomorrow's mass, three days do pass before we dare to come
We bring things of memorial and leave our silent homes
But O heaven, high above!
What great sight now greets our eyes?
For the stone that blo
Silence held the Kings throne.Silence held the Kings throne. by Christianonfire7
Silence held the King's throne,
Allowing peace to over rule this sentence.
And the mercy of one man saved a Kingdom.
The sun rises on Your face,
And it also sets on Your chest, like a lovers touch.
So lovely and peaceful,
Is the falling of the sun.
So gentle and beautiful,
Is the rising of Your smile.
On the horizon is a disappearing fire,
Oh King, how You burn like one's desire.
The sun shining its last rays of light into the sky,
As You take Your seat upon the throne.
And before the night takes its turn,
You stretch out Your hand to bring rest upon the land.
And the stars appear with their purity and grace.
Giving us hope of a new beginning.
As the sun rises in the distance,
You touch the morning rays,
With sweet kisses on my cheek,
To start a new day.
Oh King, why have You chosen me?
To be the Queen to share Your throne?
And oh how You treasure me,
Like a rare jewel among the thorns.
You hold me and love me with no end.
My King and my Love,
You reign with such g
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