As I said below, I quit being a Christian. I’m out. In the name of Christ, I refuse to be anti-gay. I refuse to be anti-feminist. I refuse to be anti-artificial birth control. I refuse to be anti-Democrat. I refuse to be anti-secular humanism. I refuse to be anti-science. I refuse to be anti-life. In the name of Christ, I quit Christianity and being Christian. Amen.

Anne Rice

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Upon the Throne

• Boba Fett x F!Reader x Fennec Shand
• Rated E - 3.4k words
• Summary: After christening every other room in the Palace, there’s one last place for them to make you theirs.
• Tags: explicit sexual content, threesome, Throne Fucking, slight brat-taming, light sub/dom dynamics, oral (f receiving), fingering, PiV, teasing, 1 spank, dirty talk, creampie, references to a strap

A/N: Wanted to get a little fic out for TBOBF I want them to best friends but I also want them to ruin me, you know?

The polished stone is cool and biting against the bare skin of your shoulders as you lean back, your lips parting in a soft gasp as teeth nip the sensitive skin on your inner thigh.

He’s been teasing you, fingers sliding carefully to hoist the silk of your skirt up around your hips - baring you to the heat of the room before he’s shouldering between your spread legs.

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The Blood

This will be my last post

As I surrender to the Alpha and Omega host

The Lord God Almighty is my savior

And of all those who receive Him

I’ve spent my years

Going against the very nature I was created by

And now I’m sharing this to tell you

Plead the Blood of Jesus Christ of Nazareth

He is risen

We receive salvation through His sacrifice

You need not a vaccination, medication or man to…

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Calvary – Michael Godard(2008)

Perhaps you are filled with shame for causing My bitter passion. Do not be afraid. This cross inflicts a mortal injury, not on Me, but on death. These nails no longer pain Me, but only deepen your love for me. I do not cry out because of these wounds, but through them I draw you into My heart.

My body was stretched on the cross as a symbol, not of how much I suffered, but of My all-embracing love. I count it no less to shed My blood: it is the price I have paid for your ransom. Come, then, return to Me and learn to know Me as your Father, Who repays good for evil, love for injury, and boundless charity for piercing wounds.

~ from a sermon by Saint Peter Chrysologus, bishop

“My pain was the key that opened for me the door of my prison – my solitude, and admitted me into the immensity of a new world – the sympathy of Christ, Who in His Passion chose to suffer the pain of every human soul, because on the Cross He took that soul and all its sin and suffering into His heart.”

– Fr George Congreve, SSJE, Treasures of Hope for the Evening of Life (quoted in The Portal, May 2022)

“Does Christ reign in your heart? Ask the things you have stored up there. See what they tell you. Does self-reliance seem like the most reliable way home? Everyone has a list of failures to demolish that claim. Only knowing the Lord as your yokemate and redeemer enables a passage through the strictest crevice. The approach is all different: no longer trying like a fly to buzz through a sunlit window pane, but as one carried not along the way, but by Him who is the Way.”

– Father John Henry Hanson, O. Praem.

The Agony
George Herbert

Philosophers have measur’d mountains,
Fathom’d the depths of seas, of states and kings;
Walk’d with a staff to heav’n and traced fountains:
But there are two vast, spacious things,
The which to measure it doth more behove;
Yet few there are that sound them, ‒ Sin and Love.

Who would know Sin, let him repair
Unto Mount Olivet; there shall he see
A Man so wrung with pains, that all His hair,
His skin, His garments bloody be.
Sin is that press and vice, which forceth pain
To hunt his cruel food through ev’ry vein.

Who knows not Love, let him assay
And taste that juice which, on the cross, a pike
Did set again abroach; then let him say
If ever he did taste the like,
Love is that liquor sweet and most divine,
Which my God feels as blood, but I as wine.

Golgotha
John Heath-Stubbs

In the middle of the world, in the centre
Of the polluted heart of man, a midden;
A stake stemmed in the rubbish

From lipless jaws, Adam’s skull
Gasped up through the garbage:
‘I lie in the discarded dross of history,
Ground down again to the red dust,
The obliterated image. Create me.’

From lips cracked with thirst, the voice
That sounded once over the billows of chaos
When the royal banners advanced,
replied through the smother of dark:
‘All is accomplished, all is made new, and look-
All things, once more, are good.’
Then, with a loud cry, exhaled His spirit.

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Now the green blade riseth, from the buried grain,
Wheat that in dark earth many days has lain;
Love lives again, that with the dead has been:
Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

In the grave they laid Him, Love who had been slain,
Thinking that He never would awake again,
Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:
Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

Forth He came at Easter, like the risen grain,
Jesus who for three days in the grave had lain;
Quick from the dead the risen One is seen:
Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

When our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain,
Jesus’ touch can call us back to life again,
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come again like wheat that springeth green.

12 March: the Feast of St Gregory the Great, Bishop of Rome from 3 September 590 to his death.

The Mass of St Gregory is a favourite depiction in Christian art.

Tradition has it that, once when celebrating Mass, a woman smiled when receiving Communion. Questioned, she laughed at Gregory’s reverence for the host, insisting that it was nothing more than bread she had baked that day. Legend holds the host then appeared as a finger. Subsequently, tradition asserted that the image of Jesus as the “Man of Sorrows” appeared on the altar during the Mass.