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Charles Van Den Eycken

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I believe in biblical womanhood, aka women should drive spikes through the heads of the evil and wicked

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Toucan discovers a traffic cam. video

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Hey you, you’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush same as us and that thief over there. 

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Mikhail Nesterov - The annunciation, 1901.

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It's that time again!

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I have waited ALL FUCKING YEAR TO POST THIS

Santa is coming tonight.

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Dearly beloved, today our Saviour is born; let us rejoice. Sadness should have no place on the birthday of life. The fear of death has been swallowed up; life brings us joy with the promise of eternal happiness.

No one is shut out from this joy; all share the same reason for rejoicing. Our Lord, victor over sin and death, finding no man free from sin, came to free us all. Let the saint rejoice as he sees the palm of victory at hand. Let the sinner be glad as he receives the offer of forgiveness. Let the pagan take courage as he is summoned to life.

In the fullness of time, chosen in the unfathomable depths of God’s wisdom, the Son of God took for himself our common humanity in order to reconcile it with its creator. He came to overthrow the devil, the origin of death, in that very nature by which he had overthrown mankind.

And so at the birth of our Lord the angels sing in joy: Glory to God in the highest, and they proclaim peace to men of good will as they see the heavenly Jerusalem being built from all the nations of the world. When the angels on high are so exultant at this marvellous work of God’s goodness, what joy should it not bring to the lowly hearts of men?

Beloved, let us give thanks to God the Father, through his Son, in the Holy Spirit, because in his great love for us he took pity on us, and when we were dead in our sins he brought us to life with Christ, so that in him we might be a new creation. Let us throw off our old nature and all its ways and, as we have come to birth in Christ, let us renounce the works of the flesh.

Christian, remember your dignity, and now that you share in God’s own nature, do not return by sin to your former base condition. Bear in mind who is your head and of whose body you are a member. Do not forget that you have been rescued from the power of darkness and brought into the light of God’s kingdom.

Through the sacrament of baptism you have become a temple of the Holy Spirit. Do not drive away so great a guest by evil conduct and become again a slave to the devil, for your liberty was bought by the blood of Christ.

—Leo the Great

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Anyway almost burst out crying at Mass this morning thinking about the Creator of the Universe choosing to see His creation through the eyes of an infant experiencing it all for the first time.

Behold, I make all things new.

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Merry Christmas sleepyheads !

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Fra Angelico - The Annunciation. 1430

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You there, tumblrina, what day is it?

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I wanted to do something special this winter, so here’s this little comic I made! The Mari Lwyd is definitely one of the most creatures ever.  __ Translation, for learners/non-Welsh speakers: __ Mari Lwyd: Uff. I’m starving. Ms. Goch: What’s wrong, Mari? Mari Lwyd: Everyone’s defeated me tonight. Such skilled poets, the lot of you.  Mari Lwyd: I’m the worst Mari Lwyd. Ms. Goch: … Ms. Goch: D'you want some? Mari Lwyd: No. I don’t have… I can’t accept. That’s the rules. Ms. Goch: Well— what if you do better than me? In song. Mari Lwyd: Hm? Ms. Goch: Look, I’ll start. Well, here I come Your innocent friend To ask your permission to share Because everyone deserves A bit of hope to Satisfy their appetites, tonight!   Mari Lwyd: No, no, no— that’s not right! And “deserve” doesn’t rhyme with “appetites”, anyway, like—! Mari Lwyd: Oh. Ms. Goch: Ohhhh, nooooo, I’ve said the wrong rhyme. Oops! So… you’ve defeated me, Mari? Mari Lwyd: I did? W-wait! I did!! Ms. Goch: Well, you’ve got no choice, then! C'mere! As the nights grow darker, and colder, everyone has the right to fine food…even Mari Lwyds, I suppose. __ I hope everyone’s enjoying their winter and staying warm! 

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Three young barn owls standing in the stone quatrefoil of Christ Church, Fulmodeston.

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anomalocaris festivities