#cantores gospel

[conexao-eclesiabrasil]

ADORADORES. CANTORES GOSPELS.

"(...)Se o chamado é adorar a Deus, para quê se portar como uma celebridade e buscar apreciação humana? Creio que há os chamados para adoração, e os chamados para o louvor. Os chamados para adoração, e os chamados para cantores gospels. (...)" [NY]

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[ntgospel]

Jeremy Camp testemunha que doença cardíaca o aproximou de Deus

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Jeremy Camp testemunha que doença cardíaca o aproximou de Deus

O cantor gospel Jeremy Camp, de 46 anos, recentemente compartilhou em suas redes sociais como uma grave doença cardíaca o aproximou de Deus. Diagnosticado com fibrilação atrial, um distúrbio do ritmo cardíaco, Jeremy passou por duas cirurgias nos últimos meses.

Confiança em Deus

Em um vídeo no Instagram, ele relata como a experiência o ensinou a depender mais de Deus. “Sempre lutei para fazer as coisas com minhas próprias forças”, confessa Jeremy. “Mas essa doença me mostrou que não tenho controle sobre tudo. Só posso fazer o meu melhor e confiar em Deus, que nos ama mais do que imaginamos.”

Lições aprendidas

Para Jeremy, enfrentar a doença foi uma oportunidade de quebrar sua autossuficiência e aprofundar seu relacionamento com Deus. “Ele está me aproximando muito mais de Jesus”, testemunha. “Tem sido um processo rico e transformador.”

Recuperação e retorno à turnê

Segundo o The Christian Post e com informações do guiame, após sua rápida recuperação, os médicos liberaram Jeremy para retomar as viagens de sua turnê “The Theatre Tour” na próxima semana.

[musicgospel]

[henrydorar]

Vídeo completo no canal do YouTube da todah covers

Henry Dorar "Existe Vida Aí" [Sued Silva]

[rafael-oficial]

Aquele click fantástico da esposa enquanto estudava. 📷 Simplesmente apaixonado. #rockgospel #gospel #rock #musica #guarulhos #guitarra #bateria #cantor #elzafra #church (em Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoTRz4LO-EE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jefterfigueiredooficial]

"Você não precisa conhecer todo mundo . O que você precisa é conhecer pessoas que conhece todo mundo ! " #consultoria #cantor #radios #gospel (em Reviver Representações) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnzo8yGr06Z/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ediomirandacompositor]

[odsonsousa]

[agenciam9]

Logotipo Logomarca Dupla Aline e Alan Música Gospel Acústico Tipo: Logotipo, logomarca Cliente: Aline e Alan Tema: Dupla Gospel Cores: Preto, vermelho e branco Mensagem: Logomarca desenvolvida para cantores evangélicos Veja mais no link: https://www.agenciam9.com.br/propaganda/logotipo-logomarca-dupla-aline-e-alan-musica-gospel-acustico/ #gospel #cantores https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfbd8sTOnHf/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[asinglesock]

I survived Holy Week! I managed to show up for my commitments and there weren't any horrible disasters even on the parts that were a little rough. It took a lot of time and I did get very tired, but it felt so much more meaningful than how I grew up celebrating Easter.

I really, really have begun to feel something sometimes in prayer. I felt it during the Good Friday service when we prayed silently. During the baptism part of the vigil, I felt drawn very strongly. I think, theologically at least, I'm getting closer to ready to be baptized. Socially, I think it will be very difficult for me to tell my familiy if I have a Trinitarian baptism (and of course the very nature of baptism is to be public). May God guide me and give me courage.

I took communion during the vigil! It's been years since I'd taken communion--the last time had been at college chapel pre-pandemic. I stopped taking communion at the UPCI congregation when I noticed I had significant differences of belief. It's been a matter of scrupulousity for me, since many open table communion churches are actually open to all who have been baptized, and I had a Jesus-only baptism. So even though the ELCA's position is more ambiguous than, say, the Episcopal church's, I've tried to err on the side of caution. But at the communion part of the vigil the officiant was very clear that there were no exceptions at all, so I took him at his word. I'm still not taking communion in regular services, but that was such a good experience (if awkward, as I was the cantor during communion and had to time things very carefully)

The gospel reading for Easter, John chapter 20, was the alternate text because the minister didn't want to read the shortest ending of Mark, where the women tell nobody what they'd seen because they're afraid. I love John 20 but I felt a little sad to not hear Mark. In my Resurrection class we talked about how the abrupt ending of Mark, which never resolves how the word about the resurrection got out, makes the reader (who's been in on the Messianic secret along with the narrator this whole time) an active participant, spreading the news they've just read. I find that so theologically rich.

I'm a Christian. I'm a Christian! I believe in and love Jesus! I read the Nicene creed today and I believed in what I was reading! I've spent years in doubt and alienation, in critical examination, in apathy, and in despair. I have experienced spiritual abuse and its resulting trauma. I've gone through times when I did not believe in God, and times when I thought the rot within Christianity went too deep for it to be salvaged. The faith I have now is very different from the way I once understood the world. (But I have faith! I have faith! I believe in God and I care that I believe in God!)

I feel so loved and surrounded and nourished. I couldn't have wished for better as I turn 24.

[smokeygrayrabbits]

singing vash thoughts sparked wolfwood thoughts. once again a notes app special that I have no explanation or context for. but it's taking up my storage. sorry in advance to any poor soul reading this

legends of the punisher make their way through gunsmoke, whispered on dark doorsteps and carved into shadowed walls.

the singing reaper. soft whistling, the hum of hymns long forgotten to time, lyrics whispered out, a mocking imitation of the final breaths they mark.

soft singing becomes a funeral march for his targets. a last dance with the angel of death.

but for some, it's salvation. an angels chorus, the feeling of divine protection for children walking home at night, for the weak and weary, hummed in cozy bars by those who know they're safe as long as they're wrapped up in his whispered gospel

one day, an angel enters the choir. and the chorus changes forever. now it sings of a tragic love, the worship of a faithless priest for this scarred angel.

the cantor has found his muse.

gospel and hymns preaching the soft draping warmth of a coat of bloodstained feathers, a halo of golden thorns, the watchful eyes as deep as forgotten oceans, overflowing with lonelyness and repentance and unconditionalallconsuming love. an angel who guides humanity from their death instead of to it.

millions Knives sends the punisher after the angel. and that's fine. it's a priests duty to obey a god, no matter the orders.

the punisher follows the angel across the sands. through blazes of bullets, out of towns away from fire and pitchforks and mobs of nonbelivers.

the punisher is only following orders.

orders bring the angel to the steps of the church built in his name. to his other half who wants to become whole once more.

wolfwood fulfills his role as shepard, guiding trapping the angel to the alter.

his duty is complete. wolfwood leaves.

Meryl drags him back.

it's too late.

there's no recognition in vash's eyes, no more of the soft caring looks that he kept giving wolfwood, just a rabid fear as he fights and fights and tries to get away, get to nai,

and maybe vash fights back for real now, maybe he punches wolfwood with his prosthetic hand, hard like wolfwood had always wanted him to, instead of giving him impossibly sad stares. maybe wolfwood is now staring down the barrel of a gun not designed to kill, but lord knows vash is gonna try

a single tear slips down vash's cheek. he doesn't seem to notice as he levels the gun against wolfwood

falling stars dropping from the fear filled eyes of his angel

without realizing it, or even knowing why, vash is crying, gun steady and levelled on wolfwood, but he shakes just enough to know something is wrong and why is he crying but he doesn't know this man then why is he crying why does this man look so afraid, not of the gun, but of him and why is he crying

no, he realizes, not of him

for him.

blank eyes cry but the gun never falters, and wolfwood can’t help but smile, chuckle tasting like bile in his throat, a smile that should have vash faltering, that in any other circumstance would make vash second guess, but his hand remains steady, ghosting over the trigger as wolfwood sends one final prayer of penance, one last plea for salvation that he knows he doesn’t deserve because it was him who killed the angel and gave him a gun

the longer they stand there, vash crying and shaking but gun oh so steady in practiced hands, and wolfwood trying to get some kind of recognition from him what was that he'd said about a memory to bring back his true self? and eventually wolfwood moves to acceptance. he knew he would die someday. with his positon? it was a given. but wait, no, he cant accept this. vash swore to never kill, and wolfwood would never be able to let the only person vash personally delivers to hell be himself, that'd hurt vash far too much, even if he can't tell now

he doesn't really know why, but wolfwood starts humming. maybe a final attempt to comfort himself before the end. maybe to try and get vash to have any other look on his face than that blankness woldwood always hated that look. nothing never was a good look on vash, on this bright vibrant alive angel of a man hell, maybe wolfwood just wanted to face his end creating something, after destroying so much in his short life. a final attempt at repentance.

so wolfwood hums.

the very same tune he heard fall from vash's own lips while wolfwood pretended to be asleep as to not startle the soft, melancholy creature that would emerge from vash in the solitude of a silent night, under the watchful eye of the stars vash came from.

so wolfwood hums.

knives freezes. the satisfied grin falling from his face. leaving it slack with rage and something that looks tragically like nostalgia and grief (of a childhood, of simpler long abandoned.)

wolfwood shifts his gaze back to vash as if he could ever tear them away from that beautiful face for even a moment. he tries to burn this angels face into his mind. those blue eyes, always filled with an ocean deep, unending grief that wolfwood had only just began to lighten if only he had more time. the gentle slope of his cheekbones, pale and soft despite a centure of pain in an unforgiving desert the planes of vash's face always fit so nicely against his shoulder, his chest, his lap. the arching brows that would shoot up in theatric shock at the smallest hint of dumbfuckery vash had mentioned wanting a piercing there, once. when they were nearing the bottom of a bottle in some forgotten nowhere town. he would have dragged Nick along with him, to hold his hand. the same hand that had the barrel of a gun leveled at wolfwoods chest. the soft point of his nose wolfwood booped it once. vash practically flipped over backwards, adorably wide eyed and flushed the rest of the day. wolfwood pretended he didn't. seeing vash touching the same spot over and over again for the rest of the night. wolfwood made a point of doing it as often as possible after that.his eyes traced the sharp edge of vash's jaw which always dug into wolfwoods shoulder on long rides, bony asshole, but fit so nicely in his hand. finally, wolfwoods gaze, still humming like a funeral march, reached vash's lips, and the train of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, slack and blank like the rest of vash's face and wasn't that just awful. blank never was a good look on vash, on this bright, vibrant, alive, angel of a man. a smile was better. come on darlin', smile. you always look best wearin' a smile wolfwood traces those lips with his eyes what he wouldn't give to do it one last time with his fingertips, his tongue. God what he wouldn't give to kiss those lips again, always so petal soft despite decades in the sun

blood drips from vash's mouth, spilling like ruby tears onto that coat of red this tragic angel always wraps himself in. drops disappearing, hidden from view swallowed up and squirreled away like so much of vash's pain, as soon as they meet the crimson fabric.

wolfwood hums.

knives rages nai remembers.

and vash screams

[ver0nica001]

Nem todo cantor e Adorador

Nem todo falador é pregador

Nem todo líder é Pastor

Nem todo viajante e missionário

Nem toda música gospel é louvor

Nem todo talentoso é ungido

Um dom enche ambiente

Um dom agita pessoas

Um dom gera aplausos

Mas é a unção que despedaça um jugo as correntes e as amarras são quebradas

(Isaias 10: 27)

A unção só vem pelo esmagar pelo desperdiçar

Para que exista o azeite é preciso espremer a azeitona

Para que exista vinho e necessário que a uva seja esmagada

O dom de Deus e para todos a unçao para quem está disposto

O dom e sobre o que Deus faz através de você

A unção e sobre o que vc é capaz de suportar o que Deus faz em você

O dom é como as pessoas te vêem

A unção é como Deus vê você

O dom toca na reputação

A unção toca no caráter

O dom exalta

A unção humilha

o dom desperta sorrisos e convites

A unção desperta inimigos e perseguição

O dom maquia

A unção descortina

Enquanto permanecemos uma geração que prefere ser exibida em publico

Do que ser esmagado no intimo

Permaneceremos talentosos mas não ungidos

Deus não está buscando pessoas dispostas a se exibir

Esta buscando pessoas dispostas a serem esmagadas

A Salvação não nos custou nada mas andar com Jesus nos custará tudo .

[werewolf-transgenderism]

i think illuminated manuscripts look so cool but I know basically nothing about them. they're generally religious and instructed to be done as a serious job? how do the funky lil fellas and creachures fit into the neat serious calligraphy and opulent initial letter stuff? (did they not get in trouble for adding those?) please enlighten me, if you are willing 💖✨

Sorry this is gonna be long! but here's the gist of it:

- many of the illuminated books we see, especially the more fun and fancy ones, are books of hours or other books for personal use like the ones below which, while religious, were commissioned by individual (wealthy) people and thus were a bit more ornamented and full of fun marginalia because they're for specific people's usage (and illumination is expensive!)

-you've also got bestiaries like the ones below (and botanical texts, etc), which also have to have fun little images to show you what the animals/plants/etc look like (or... not, as is the case with the little newt here)

-and then you have de luxe manuscripts, which were also usually tied to wealth (bejeweled bindings made of gold! gilded lettering with intricate decoration! very pricy)

I will say that a lot of the reason why you see so many of these more decorated or illustration-heavy manuscripts is 1) because they're a lot more visually interesting than just script on the page, although I'd say that that is VASTLY more common (especially for just regular use religious texts where you'd see rubrication [red ink] and maybe some cool decorated initials in red and blue, but usually just plain script) and 2) because the extant manuscripts skew heavily toward the later middle ages (the decoration like in the heart-shaped MS above is pretty typical to 14th and 15th century MSS, and the later middle ages also saw a general increase in illuminated MSS), where book production was also becoming more and more secular as well as religious (shoutout to the 12th century for the universities and the later middle ages for specific workshops dedicated to producing manuscripts both secular and like books of hours, etc)

there are certainly religious texts and secular texts that are serious and don't have much in terms of marginalia, especially when you're looking at earlier MSS or things that had regular use like texts used in the church or in monasteries by bishops or cantors etc. A lot of the more highly decorated religious books were display gospels like the Book of Kells or the Lindisfarne Gospels, or illuminated bibles

also it's unlikely that in the production of MSS that people were getting in trouble for illumination because it was usually heavily planned out (one guy works on the text, a rubricator goes in and adds the red text, and then the illuminator adds the illustrations, which the previous guys have left space specifically dedicated to). you might have some later person doodling in the margins of an earlier text, but if it's original to the manuscript it was probably planned to be there!

[rafael-oficial]

Este será o melhor ano de nossas vidas. 2023. #rockgospel #gospel #rock #musica #guarulhos #guitarra #bateria #cantor #elzafra #church (em Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm5c7C7OohO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jefterfigueiredooficial]

Eis-me aqui pra fazer a tua vontade. E nesta vontade tenho sido santificado pela oerta do corpo de Jesus Cristo, feita ima vez para sempre,pelo que clamo do mais profundo do meu ser. Seja feita a tua vontade em minha vida, de um modo tão perfeito,como ela é feita no Céu, e viverei para a tua glória ! Amém #cantores #música #gospel (em Reviver Representações) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnwthSBLOMB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=