i am thankful to have been born and raised in a #country that promotes #love #freedom and #equality. where #terrorism and other similar #violent#attacks don’t happen often. i am thankful to live the #life i’ve chosen and walk freely, being myself, in a democratic country. i am truly #blessed but how can i be at #peacewhen i hear gunshots from a privileged skin colour triggered at #humans in the country next to mine? how can i be #happy when i hear the #screams of humans simply asking for #democracy on the other side of the #ocean ? i can only #pray and hope. #hopethat my little #voice won’t be covered by police sirens everywhere. hope that my words will be read, no matter the number of readers. hope that i don’t forget to #writeabout #love. hope that all this #pain will end.
Tag: religion
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i remember #feeling #broken and #lost for a while and i kept #asking myself, “who am i called to be?” then one day, i #read one #simple sentence that shook and brought me instantly to #tears: “He is broken for us to be whole.” in this phrase lies the main #purpose of our Lord Jesus Christ: Him dying on the cross to #save us. He broke Himself completely for us not to be broken. He went until the #endto make us whole. how about that for #unconditionallove? this kind of #love is so unfathomable to me, i still #struggle to #understand it. that means that every Sunday during liturgy, i witness His crucifixion all over again. this is what the fraction of the bread is. God clearly stated that the partaking of the bread means the partaking of His body. therefore, when i see the bread being broken before my eyes, i see Christ being broken. that little piece of bread has the #power to #heal my #souland make me whole again. can you believe it? Christ used His brokenness and His pain as a means of hope and forgiveness and love for all His children. this moment during mass is so #beautiful and sacred to witness that it makes me wonder: how can i have the opportunity to assist liturgy when i don’t deserve it at all? well, i guess that’s the reason why we bow down and close our eyes (i speak mostly about orthodox liturgies) during this specific moment, a pure and divine mystery.
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my mind is full like a cookie jar. i just wish someone could open it and eat some of my thoughts, especially the haunting ones. some thoughts are a bit bitter though, reflecting #anxiety and torment. others taste like #french #pastry, some sweet #memories. but i #hope anyone can find the most #delicious thoughts that taste like #faith and #trust and divine #light. i hope i, myself, can find and taste these too.
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i hope you had a good #day today. and if you didn’t, then i hope you learned something new. i hope you got the #chance to #cry your #pain out whether you were alone in your room or in the streets. i hope you won’t let the pain #change your kind #heart to a #cold one, your wide-eyed gaze to a mistrustful one. i can’t #promise you that tomorrow will be better. it might be #better in a couple of years. so i can’t promise that you’re gonna smile in the blink of an eye and forget your suffering. i mean, if we think about it, do you think Moses ever forgot the crime he committed for instance? no, but he understood one thing that every #saint and #holy person understood during their #spiritual growth: God had already #forgiven him. Knowing that God forgave and chose him for an extremely important #purpose turned him into a #leader. thus, he wasn’t #scared anymore. i don’t why you’re broken, if you are. but i do know you won’t be #broken forever. no brokenness is too big for our Lord to glue the pieces back together. remember the Lord is the first out of everyone around you to want your #happiness. just keep on having #faith and #trust.
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It’s very strange and awkward for me to tell or text someone, “Happy Halloween!” I’d never say this as a kid, no one ever really said it around me. It wasn’t a holiday, but just the day we got lucky to be who the hell we wanted to be without anyone judging us (which is ironic because at every party you go your costume is in for the “Best Costume of the Night” competition). However, the best wasn’t getting dressed, scaring people, or dressing as a “sexy cop,” or “sexy nurse.” It was trick or treating and eating all the candies we collected from one house to another because we knew we could use the 31st of October as an excuse to binge eat until bedtime and that the next day, we’d have to slow it down on the sugar. Halloween was as simple as that.
MARIA MAGDELEINA 