#christian writeblr

[everlune-evotide]

Hello! My friend @holyfishsticksironman and I have been working on a sort of next-gen story of The Breakfast Club. The series mainly follows Demi Bender, John Bender's daughter. It's coming of age/slice of life, and explores a life of John being saved, and what that looks like for mainly his daughter, but also the people around them.

Demi is a lot like her father, and her story mirrors his as she struggles at Shermer High. Then, she transfers to Lyncoya High in Tennessee, and discovers a whole new set of problems: the most prominent one being Robby Taylor.

My story within her universe follows four kids that make up the Char Squad: Harlow, Lotte, CJ, and Charlie, who are absolutely Going Through It. My story plays on the line from TBC, "When you grow up...your heart dies," and the question: "Are we gonna be like our parents?"

If you'd like to check either of our stories out, here are the links!! Or if not, please share if you don't mind.

Fish's:

Mine:

[godslove]

𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞

The Bible has many stories with great lessons, but there is one small detail that the scribes forgot to mention. Jesus Christ also loved Judas Iscariot. He asked God to forgive everyone in His final moments on the cross.

Then Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.” And they divided His garments and cast lots.

—‭‭Luke 23:34

Jesus knew the prophesies and what will transpire from the very beginning of their journey together, till the end. He became his teacher, taught him the Father's love, washed his feet, shared meals on the same table and loved Judas like a brother anyway.

As followers of Christ, we are to do the same. This is what will set us apart as children of God. We know the Father's forgiveness and Christ's redemption. We are to embody Jesus' compassion and gentleness in a world that does not know our heavenly Father's love.

“I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”

—‭‭Galatians 2:20, Paul the Apostle

We are to love and pray for both our friends and our enemies, because Jesus loved and died for their sins as well.

‭‭“But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you, ⁴⁵ that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.”

—Matthew 5:44-45, Jesus Christ

I think the greatest test of Christianity is not only loving Jesus Christ, it's also loving Judas.

Like Judas, we are all sinners. And like him, Jesus also loved us. Jesus Christ is the ultimate example of what true Divine Love is. And it is far from the worldly, conditional love we know.

“This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. ¹³ Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.”

—John 15:12-13, Jesus Christ

To the child of God that is reading this, don't be so hard on yourself. My love, regardless of what you have done in the past, Jesus Christ also loved you unconditionally. He did it for you so that sin will no longer separate you from our heavenly Father.

So I invite you to see rightly in your heart what is beyond what scriptures, doctrines and laws written in books can teach, to know the embodiment of God's love that surpasses human understanding—Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ loved everyone, including you.

[keepersofthegate]

The Salt and Light Anthology

Hello everyone! It's time to break the news with an exciting announcement! In 2024 Keepers of the Gate hopes to release a Salt and Light anthology.

This means a compilation of works by (PBS voice) Viewers Like You. Proceeds from the sale of this book will be donated to combat human trafficking.

The theme of the collection will be original fairy tales. The ideal tone of the fairy tales is a late 19th-century Art Noveau style such as that of Andersen, Wilde, Louisa May Alcott, or others that treat fairy tales in a slightly longer-form and more descriptive style than, say, Grimm's. (We are not interested in retellings, we want to hear your original stories! They can still have elements of inspiration from classic fairy tales, of course.) The tragic, beautiful, the strange... stories from the POV of a talking animal or an object... a fairy tale doesn't necessarily even have to have magic! Show us what you have come up with.

Submissions are due by March 1 2024. Please declare your intent to submit work by December 1 2023. (ask box is ok for this.) Stories previously published online or written prior to this time CAN be accepted. Ideal length is 5-12K. Not all submissions may be accepted. Please only submit if you are willing to work with us to edit your writing for the anthology.

Email submissions to lilliterra@outlook.com ! Please put "Fairy Tale" somewhere in the subject line.

[phoenixmakeswords]

I wrote this the other night after work as a way to put the dichotomy I feel as a queer Christian. It feels like I’m caught in the middle of a war zone. Like I’m being torn down the middle. Like I won’t ever belong to either world fully. It’s a painful thing that I struggle to express in words. Also I don’t think I’ve ever shared my poetry here before.

Image ID: White text on a black background. The text reads as follows:

I am caught in the space

Between gay bars and crucifixes.

Between drag shows and stained glass windows.

Between pride parades and protesters.

Between slurs hurled in hate

And sticks reclaimed as ours.

Between hate disguised as love

And love for everyone.

Between Stonewall and Calvary.

I am torn in the space

Between my faith and how I was born.

Between Heaven and Hell,

this is the space I own.

Caught between who I am

And knowing I might never

See Home again.

I belong to two worlds.

And I can’t fully exist

In either place.

I belong to the no man’s

Land between them both.

Is it truly no man’s land

If I build my home there?

[befuddled-calico-whump]

[heartoflesh]

Jesus bore the holes in His hands and feet so that my heart wouldn't have to

[ivaspinoza]

last updated 04/18/24

url moodboard ✶ poems ✶ wip ✶ on writing/asks ✶ webweavings ✶ music ✶ about me ↓

Hi, I'm Iva! I can say I'm a lonely soul, at times I feel like a child, sometimes like I am 160 years old lady. I'm too weird for my friends, too friendly for strangers, too christian for the art community, too artistic for the christian community, too high-functioning for a diagnosis, and too self-aware to drop my therapist. Definitely too mystic for hedonism, and too orthodox for gnosticism - but also too experienced to believe in imperfect human definitions. Too smart for the educational system scam, but definitely too dumb for basic math. Also, I get lost very easily and have this tendency to hit myself while walking around the house, which means I might hit you if we walk side by side. Can't stop crying once I start. I will need coffee. And tea. I hate most textures, so don't buy me clothes as a gift, please. In fact, I prefer shopping alone. I'd be happy to hold your hand and just feel the silence with you if you need me to - or the pain. Love reading, but hate most books (I'm picky). Desktop > mobile. I have a kaleidoscope for a mind. Would take in all the abandoned animals and orphans if I had the chance, but I can't help everyone, and can't help myself sometimes... I'm a terrible liar. English is my second language. I can be grumpy for no reason, especially if I'm tired. Yeah, I'm full of flaws, but following the flawless one.

Anyway, I hope you feel welcome. ✶

[watermeloncholycucumbersome]

Day 82 of Writing Something Everyday

(365 Day Challenge)

His arms are like fences - fortified.

He hears my prayers, He hears my cries.

Within His arms nothing can get me,

For He rains upon me countless blessings.

His voice is like thunder captured in a jar,

If uncapped the glass would break to shards.

Nothing can hold Him,

But He can hold me.

Because in His arms,

I am free.

~Jenni

[thewritingautisticat]

*Le gasp* my first ever writing game tag! 😁 Thank you @annakayy ! I loved your last line!

LAST LINE TAG

"I-- I promise I'll be good! I'll be really good! And I won't break anything else, or be too loud, or--" "Ash. Ash!" Jett put out his hand to slow the sudden burst of words. "Buddy. It's okay." He got up and knelt beside the bed, so he was lower than Ash, not in any way physically over him. "Ash. I am never going to hit you, okay? I promise."

This is from a stand alone novel I've been working on instead of my main series. Quick context is that Jett, one of the main characters, just realized that the kid he recently took in has been abused. 😭😭

I'm pretty new to Writeblr, so I'm just going to tag some of the others who reblogged the "I wanna be tagged" post:

@wynters-writings @chronicler-of-narrative @rhyaxxyn @the-writer-nerd-ro

And also tagging my bestie @sparkles-rule-4eva

Post the last line of your WIP, then tag others to play!

[eldestnightwingsyndrome]

I met god in a cornfield.

You’re never supposed to go into a cornfield alone, ‘specially at night. You don’t know how easy it is to get lost. How easy it is to walk for miles before coming out on some empty road you’ve never seen before, unsure if you’re even in the same universe you were in when the evening started.

I’ve never been good at following the rules. Just ask my teachers at school, my hands end up taped to the desk at least once a week ‘cause I won’t stop tapping my fingers. Or I gotta stay late in detention for chewing gum. I’m bad at following rules, so when the sun went down, down to the fields I went. With nothing but the clothes on my back and my high tops with the worn-out laces.

I skipped off my porch, swatting away mosquitos as I did. The kids at school say boys don’t skip, but they weren’t around to tell me that. 

It’s too humid out. I’ve been out for a couple minutes, and my clothes were already sticking to me with sweat. It’s humid, but it’s not that hot. Was earlier, but July cools down quick around here. 

In the field, I walked forever. The sun went down, and the corn grew taller around me. I couldn’t see anything but corn, not even the stars above me. I just knew they were there.

The stalks were whispering about me. I heard them, though I don’t know what they said. They just stood there and watched me get lost. I think they get it. The need to get lost. They never can, always rooted to one spot.

But then they stopped talking. Got real quiet and real still, just like my teachers or my moms always want me to. I kept going, pushing through the tall plants that kept on smacking me in the face. Then I saw him. I saw god.

It’s funny. Whenever people draw god they cover his face in a big white light. They say nobody can look upon the face of god.

Well, let me tell you. I saw him lying there in the cornfields. He’d been there for a while, all lonely and forgotten. Rotting. Straw was spilling from the cuffs of his sleeves, and the buttons on his overalls were all rusted up. But his face—

The face of god is rough and weathered. The face of god has seen a lot, I could tell. But not anymore. All he sees nowadays is corn and stars. Maybe the moon.

He seemed sorta empty. Like the things that made him god weren’t really there anymore. I woulda thought he’d seem sadder.

I swung god over my shoulder and kept walking. We walked all night, me and god. 

God doesn’t talk much. I had to talk enough for both of us. I told him all about me. I talked about school and my dogs, fingers tapping on my leg as I spoke. God didn’t seem to mind. I talked about my brother and my moms; I told god everything I loved so much that I was trying to get lost from. He didn’t even nod his head, but I knew he was listening. At one point, god seemed a little cold, so I gave him my jacket. Well, really, it’s my brother’s, but he won’t mind. God should be warm, I think.

I walked with god for miles and miles. I wondered about him, why he’d been out here in the middle of nowhere for so long. I asked him, and he still said nothing. I asked the corn, but they still wouldn’t whisper, and I was outta things to talk about. I searched around in my pockets and found a stick of gum. I asked god if he minded, and he didn’t say he did.

When the sun finally started to come up, that’s when we found our way outta the fields. That’s when god saw the sun for the first time. I set him up where he was supposed to be. God shouldn’t be layin’ lost; he should be standing tall and proud over everything, right?

That was that. I started to set off, and god stopped me. God stopped me, said nothing, but knelt down and tied my shoes. My worn-out laces in perfect bows.

(Odysseus from Cottonwood Falls)

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WIP Snip Tag Game!

I know there's already at least one going around but I figured we could have a Salt and Light based one (if there's not one of those already too, sorry if there is)!

Rules:

Share a snippet from one of your WIPs!

Tag a friendo or many!

Optional but appreciated: Comment on someone's snippet!

WIP Snip from my unnamed dark fantasy

Jasper didn't say anything, but Echo could sense her unspoken words.

"Don't leave," he said. "We need you."

I need you.

Jasper didn't have any time to reply, because the Tahoe swerved suddenly as Mitch yelled out a curse.

He narrowly missed diving into the ditch, but the overcorrection in addition to the curve of the road sent them straight into the other one, and they started tipping–but a force from the side knocked them back into the road, and they spun and skidded until they finally came to a stop–upright.

"Everyone okay?" asked Mitch as he was fumbling to unbuckle.

A chorus of vague groans resounded. Jasper blinked, disoriented, but her senses returned to her, mostly in the form of pain. She realized she had thwacked her head into the window and blacked out, and experienced the rest of the accident through the others.

She touched the side of her head, and it throbbed as she made contact with broken skin and warm liquid. She brought her hand in front of her face.

Her fingers were covered in blood, and the smell of copper stung her nostrils.

I tag @holyfishsticksironman, @limitlessvictor, and anyone else who wants to do this!

[godslove]

[ihavea-tummyache]

Poem #1:

[indecentpause]

Sunday Six/Six Sentence Sunday

from the Christian and Livia thing <3 way more than six sentences but I couldn't decide which parts of this bit to share so I'm sharing the whole thing

“What?” he asked around his final mouthful. Christian shook his head and went back to his bun. “No, seriously, you keep staring at me. What, do I have something in my teeth?” Livia bared his teeth in an over-the-top grimace. Christian snorted a laugh, nearly choking on the food in his mouth. He finished the bite and thumped his fist against his chest. “No. No, sorry. I guess I’m just trying to figure you out.” Livia’s brow drew down and he frowned softly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You know this isn’t a date, right?” A surprising flash of hurt lanced through Livia’s chest, even though, “Yeah, I know.” Christian’s eyes darted over Livia’s face. He stuffed the last bit of his second bun into his mouth. “I guess I’m just not sure why you’re sticking around, then.” If Livia weren’t already pressed back against the brick wall of the alleyway, he’d have taken a step back. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Christian cast his gaze down and to the side. “I mean. I’ve turned you down for dates twice now. You’re not pushing it. Why are you even hanging out with me?” Confusion replaced the hurt and Livia pursed his lips. “Because I think you’re cool?” Saying it made him feel like a dumb little kid on the playground at recess, but Christian clearly needed someone to say it. “I guess we don’t know each other that well, but I know you like good music and have good taste in coffee and like the same food as me.” He paused and tugged his scarf into place around his chin and nose. “And you let me borrow your scarf the other day, even though it’s obviously important to you. I could have lost it or ripped it or something, but you still let me use it. Not a lot of people would do that.” Christian took out his last bun and crumpled up the paper bag it had come in. “Well. I know where you work. You’d only be able to avoid me for so long.” His face was ruddy with cold and embarrassment. Livia didn’t push. “Just, thanks,” Christian said.

Current taglist: @abalonetea @only-book-lovers-left-alive @poore-choice-of-words @leadhelmetcosmonaut @jasperygrace @drippingmoon @athenswrites @magic-is-something-we-create @idreamonpaper @winterandwords @thelaughingstag @revenantlore

[hypnoticwinter]

Consider Your Ways Chapter 35

I’ve just posted a new chapter for Consider Your Ways on AO3. You can read the new chapter here or start from the beginning here.

Consider Your Ways is a sexy and brutal coming-of-age story about aliens, angels, and the end of the world. I've spent a lot of time on this story and I'm very proud of how it's turning out. Now is a great time to start reading as there will only be a few chapters left before it's finished.

[fleurfay]

I wont give any names or context, but meet some characters of my and my friend's book-

Yeah they're the main characters but good luck discovering abt 'em