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Christmas picture book day 2! Jan Brett is one of my all-time favorite authors and illustrators, I just love the detail and hidden gems in her illustrations. The Hat is a classic, honestly not at the top of my list of favorites by her, but It’s what I felt like reading tonight and I very much enjoyed rediscovering it! #picturebooks #christmaspicturebooks #janbrett #bookoftheday #read ❤️❄️🧶 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqv_Ee-BkiP3q2eDKoFo3Mp_IrKrzOZP4ritF00/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1tp53u6r3i1m7

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Even Unto Death (the story)

Even Unto Death – it’s out today.

In a world filled with death—in a world where death is both the weapon and the wound—my faith is shaken, challenged.

You must remember that night, months ago, when I saw the video of those twenty one precious Egyptian men kneeling on a Mediterranean beach.

You remember them, don’t You? They, in their orange jumpsuits, prisoners of the black-clad soldiers standing behind them?

I stared at the procession…and I knew that I was looking into the sickening, quaking black hole that is Death.

“A message signed with blood to the nation of the Cross”, read the text.

I shivered as I had never shivered—my blood ran cold in my veins.

“Blessings and peace be upon the one sent by the sword,” their veiled leader said, his knife poised.

The captives prayed, their lips moving silently, their eyes closed or raised to the heavens.

What were they whispering, in those last, fast-fading moments of their lives? Were they afraid?

What did they say to the God who is beside, before, and behind them?

The soldiers stood stock still in the wind, knives at the ready.

Then, they cut through flesh, vein and bone—their merciless blades attempting to assuage the hunger of Death.

But Death cannot be satiated—

for even Death is dying.

All is not as it seems.

The men wielding the knives (precious also, though they do not know it) are the prisoners of Death.

The twenty one men that they beheaded are miraculously, blessedly free.

This is the Great Paradox of Christianity. “Christ is risen from the dead, trampling over death by death.”

I have to believe that these twenty one martyrs are each in the kingdom of Light, interceding for their executioners.

“Lead all souls to heaven, especially those in most need of Thy mercy,” I thought desperately.

I could not help but weep, and hard. But by some small miracle I did not despair.

I only thought “What would I pray, if it were me kneeling on that beach?”

Jesus, the very thought of You, it fills my heart with love.

Jesus, You burn like wildfire and I am overcome.

Lover of my soul, even unto death;

with my every breath I will love You.

Jesus, You are my only hope, and You my prize shall be.

Jesus, You are my glory now, and in eternity.

Lover of my soul, even unto death;

with my every breath I will love you.

In my darkest hour, in humiliation:

I will wait for You—I am not forsaken.

Though I lose my life—though my breath be taken:

I will wait for You—I am not forsaken.

One thing I desire—to see You in Your beauty:

You are my delight—You are my glory.

You, my Sacrifice—Your love is all-consuming:

You are my delight—You are my glory.

Lover of my soul, even unto death;

with my every breath I will love you.

This is our faith.

Even death will die.

#ForTheMartyrs

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Mr. Rogers once sued the Klan.

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There’s nothing quite like taking a walk through America’s great outdoors during a crisp, fall day. This photo is from Cuyahoga Valley National Park in Ohio. Photo: Tom Jones

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Waiting for Autumn. 🌼🍂 

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Away

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📍nico’s, ballycastle

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Wow, I’ve never thought much about this - YES spot on

petunia dursley is lowkey such a phenomenally well-developed character. not in the sense that she has a character arc, really, but in that the reader’s understanding of her transforms entirely by the end of the series. on page one, she’s a stock archetype and gossipy punchline, but by the end of DH, we understand her to be a woman whose childhood wish curdled into the worst type of jealousy and insecurity, an anger that went on to define her worldview and determine the course of her life. all of this drawn with a few short conversations with lily and tiny peeks-behind-the-veil like her rote memorization/recitation of Dementors “guard[ing] the wizard prison, Azkaban” even decades after hearing those words.

petunia is horrible to harry, and the narrative doesn’t afford her more empathy than she deserves. this is all very clearly a villain’s origin story. but given that our whole generation grew up pining to go to hogwarts, i’m surprised i don’t see more recognition or exploration of the dark places that her hogwarts wish eventually turned. it’s just another form of “it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live”: petunia, denied her dream, thought the only way she could be happy was to fixate on its opposite. either way, it’s all about the life she never got to live.

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Oh, You’re a Hot Pink Mess

… but I love you the best.

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give me more about disability aids in the magical universe like, spells that subtitle people’s speech in real time! flying wheelchairs! spells that censor out triggers for people!

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