#godly leaders

[yeslordmyking]

Galatians 6:16 (verse 15 follows) — Today's Verse for Sunday, June 16, 2024

[bread-wizards]

If the Hells really want to stop Ludinus, they should just try unionising the workers against him

[pmni]

y'know   ...   pom's   arrival   coinciding   w   kaufmo's   abstraction   makes   me   wonder   if   her   being   a   jester   was   really   a   coincidence   ...

[1whoconquers]

Praying for All: A Path to Peace and Godliness

In a world filled with turmoil and uncertainty, there’s a powerful call to action: to pray for everyone, including our leaders. This simple yet profound practice isn’t just about seeking blessings for others; it’s about creating an environment where peace and godliness can flourish. The act of interceding on behalf of others pleases God, who desires that all be saved and come to know the…

[anadrenalineslut]

it's wild to me how because so many people are part of an organized religion, we're not allowed to call it for what it is (a cult). people will try and defend organized religion against cult allegations like the BITE model isn't readily available for anyone to google.

[alfida]

@likemosaic wanted a starter! (accepting)

It was dawn ; a comforting time for Alfida. Most of the other apostles she knew disliked the sun to one extent or another, yet it was a ritual of hers to gaze upon each dawn — never knowing if she'd see another. Standing on the walls surrounding Falconia, Alfida stared at the rising sun until she had to look away. Instead, she turned to the interior of Falconia. The illustrious city (or perhaps it would be more accurate to call it a metropolis) was one beyond mortal means to construct. With its illustrious marble and stone constructed buildings and statues taller than any mortal man could possibly construct in one lifetime, it truly looked like a paradise on earth. After a fashion, the Sunlit Halberd was inclined to say it was.

It was uncommon for her kind to think of their own mortality, Alfida reflected ( not for the first time ) as she continued to patrol the walls. Not that she needed to ; some habits simply die hard. If there was a safe haven from the world, it was Falconia.

But mortality. It had been a long time since she was a mortal, though in that time apostles had been slain. Was it so out of the ordinary to think one may die in a world as ruthless as this one? It certainly felt like it. She was a subject to Causality, after all. Would her status as an apostle one day get her killed?

It was while in this reflective state she happened upon The Absolute, who was also gazing off into the horizon (though notably not directly at the dawn as she had been). Falling immediately to her knees in reverence, she kept her gaze fixed on the perfectly cut stones of the wall. Her first thoughts were of wondering if he really should be out here alone, but she dismissed those — he was a member of the God Hand. He needed no protection, and any he had were usually simply for show.

„Your majesty,” her words were clear and full of respect, „forgive me if I speak out of turn, but... are you enjoying the dawn as well?”

She had little hope the Falcon of Light would deign to give her an answer to such an inane question, but perhaps he would be generous today. After all, who better to ask about Causality than a member of a group that watches over it?

[feraecor]

I wanna talk about the 🅱️eNIS but I’m still at work damnit!!!

[what-in-procrastination]

okay obviously the plot of the new percy jackson book is stupid and makes no sense but also like, whatever. like he knows I’m still gonna read it and probably cry and I can’t fault him for that he’s literally correct

[wine-and-madness]

I still yearn.

I still long for things I have no access to, I still long for my god, I fear he is distant.

He is the god of mental health, too. He is the god of taking your meds. I know this.

I cannot help missing the all-consuming rush of emotions unbridled, mind spinning, vision tunneled, hands buzzing with glorious tension. Excitement, ecstacy, blinding rage, all intense, all burning.

We never talk about how it feels good. We are already judged enough as it is.

It's better this way, I know. It's better calm, feeling reasonable amounts at a time, not hurting myself, not hurting those around me.

I fear I have lost his madness with the rest.

It is better this way, I know.

Maybe now, I can find purely Dionysus, instead of the hateful creations of my own mind.

[yeslordmyking]

Romans 15:32 — Today's Verse for Sunday, August 13, 2023

[musingongoodness]

Temptations of Spiritual Leaders

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Administrative Focus Over Serving People: The temptation to prioritize managing things over serving people out of love and calling.

Mechanical Approach to Spiritual Matters: The temptation to become mechanical and robotic in handling spiritual matters, risking becoming a professional minister rather than a servant.

Coasting on Spiritual Maturity: The temptation to coast on one's own spiritual maturity, mistakenly equating leadership with maturity.

Seeking Joy in Material Security: The temptation to seek joy and happiness based on material security, rather than spiritual fulfillment.

Becoming Hardened Toward People: The temptation to become hardened and distrustful toward people due to past disappointments and disillusionment.

Finding Satisfaction in Others' Failures: The temptation to find satisfaction in the failure of another leader, often driven by jealousy.

Measuring Success by Numbers: The temptation to measure success in ministry by numbers, buildings, and budgets, rather than focusing on spiritual quality and maturity.

Reacting Against New Truth: The temptation to react against new truths based on who proclaims them, rather than evaluating them objectively.

Excusing Little Sins and Shortcomings: The temptation to excuse minor sins, habits, and shortcomings due to stress or sacrificial lifestyles.

Using People for Personal Gain: The temptation to use people for personal gain, to boost ministry status, or to achieve personal goals.

Relying on Habits Over Living Christ's Life: The temptation to rely on learned habits and legalistic principles instead of living out the life of Christ through abiding in Him.

Becoming Presumptuous About Sacred Things: The temptation to let the things of God become too familiar, leading to presumptuousness regarding sacred matters.

Replacing the Precious with Lesser Substitutes: Drawing from 1 Kings 14:26, where leaders replaced shields of gold with shields of brass, symbolizing the danger of replacing what is precious with lesser or second-best substitutes.

Please pray for your church leaders, elders, and all those are in authority so that they may not fall into temptations and if they are already in temptations, then they get delivered from them by power of Holy Spirit. Praise God for interceding for all of us in heaven so that we all may have chance to repent of our sins and come closer to you. May we all have the necessary wisdom to help live lives that bring glory to you daily. Amen!

[biblebloodhound]

The Source of True Godliness (1 Timothy 3:14-16)

Everything about the Christian is to exude the very life of Christ.

Jesus Christ and the Apostles, by Nicolás Martínez Ortiz (1907-1990) Although I hope to come to you soon, I am writing you these instructions so that, if I am delayed, you will know how people ought to conduct themselves in God’s household, which is the church of the living God, the pillar and foundation of the truth. Beyond all question, the mystery from which true godliness springs is…

[3duardoq]

I forgot!

Those are the identities that we all too often allow others to place upon us and sad to say sometimes we develop our sense of identity not by what we’ve discovered about ourselves but what others have said about us.

Everyone one of us struggle from time to time with the issue of forgetfulness. We forget little things – things like; where we placed our glasses or our keys. Have you ever been driving down the road and you suddenly become aware that you might have missed your exit? Or, you realize you’ve driven 8 miles and you don’t remember how you got there? Forgetting little things is a normal part of life –…

[thinkingonscripture]

Godly Leadership: A Different Metric for Measuring Success

When considering those called into service by the Lord, success is measured by faithfulness to God, His Word, and the call itself, rather than output or results.

By most standards, successful leaders get good results. Their success is not measured by their output, but their outcomes. If the good results are not there, the leaders are called a failure. This is true in politics, business, sports, academics, nonprofits, etc. Ideally, we like to see leaders who operate by high moral standards AND produce good results. Sadly, there are some leaders who will…

[ozzgin]

I really hope you continue the eldrich God story. I may or may not have become obsessed with the idea, and i think it's actually really funny and I also just love the idea of a God being in love with a human.

Also, I love your writing and art! I hope you're doing well!

Yandere! Eldritch God x Detective! Reader

Based on this prompt and this meme. You're sent to a remote island to investigate a string of murders, and end up with a horde of cultists and their Lovecraftian God who is very much obsessed with you. Don't worry, he just wants to help you with your case!

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, tentacle tomfoolery again

[More Monsters]

The island checks all the boxes for a stereotypical shady place: the grimy boat captain who talks in riddles and vague warnings, the constant fog, the tavern filled with rumors and fears, the bizarre statue of a creature with tentacles. You were expecting most of it, save for their patron God being a literal monster.

Soon after your arrival, you discover that you’re being followed by men in dark robes. Could it be related to your case? A little alcohol-aided interrogation, and the locals confess to you about the existence of a cult. The dots begin to connect.

Unfortunately for you, whatever theory is cooking up in your mind couldn’t be further from the truth. The patron Beast of the land has been watching you from the moment of your arrival. He’s rather intrigued by your nonchalant city attitude, your stubbornness, your lack of any sense of danger. Thus he demands that you’re brought to his lair.

A game of cat and mouse. You are now convinced this said cult is responsible for the murders, so you delve deeper into their secrets. At the same time, the men put all their efforts into chasing you down. The Lord's wishes are their command; for how long can you outsmart sheer numbers?

At last, they succeed. You’re dragged over, cocooned in thick rope. “My Lord, we’ve brought you the sacrifice”, one cultist proclaims victoriously. Sacrifice? The ancient creature gazes at the men with utmost confusion. He frees you from your restraints with a mere point of his tentacle appendage, and proceeds to lecture his devout following for treating his special guest with such shameful brutality. Everyone blinks in disbelief, you included.

What the hell is this, some beastly romcom? Once everything is cleared up, you dust your knees, stand up unceremoniously, and tell the cosmic deity you’ve no time for idle gossip. “There’s a criminal running free and it’s my task to stop it”, you bark. Aha, that’s the very same attitude that got his nebulous heart pumping with curious desire. He cannot explain the maddening interest he’s taken into you. The monster releases a monotonous hum, causing you to jolt in surprise. The cult leader gasps. “He…he wants to help you solve the case”, the man concludes, defeat in his voice.

“Does it have to be all of you?” You whine, clicking your tongue at the sight. It’s the morning after the godly encounter, and you’re greeted outside your room by the cult leaders and their monster. “I can’t be discreet with a dozen monks after me. Not to mention…” your eyebrows furrow. “What on Earth is he wearing? Is that a detective hat and a mustache? Are you mocking my job?” You demand, glaring at the eldritch beast and his ridiculous disguise.

“Excuse me, I’ll have to ask you to quiet down”, an employee suddenly interrupts. “You and the gentlemen over there.” You stare at him incredulously. Can he really not see he’s facing an enormous, tentacle monstrosity? You swear you can discern a grin forming across the creature’s amorphous, unholy features. Alright, you’ve been convinced. What now?

As a child, Sherlock Holmes was one of your favorite books. You'd flip through the pages and daydream about your own future as a detective, though your little fantasies never included Watson as a cursed entity of a thousand tentacles. The eldritch creature seems to be more interested in you than the case itself. Eyes always fixated on your movements, tendrils creeping around you, never leaving your proximity.

Why would he need to look elsewhere? He can already tell how things will unfold. He is, after all, the God of this land. He knew your wanted culprit had been hiding in a sealed room right under your nose, as you dusted for footprints and scribbled hurried notes. He knew the underground tunnel had deadly traps, which would have normally put your investigation to a swift end. "Kind of suspicious to leave his trail unguarded like this", you mumble in deep thought. The cosmic God smiles.

He wouldn't dare ruin your fun. Consequently, he only interferes when your safety is involved. As annoyed as he is by the criminal's persistent attempts to kill you, he doesn't want to steal your grand capture. Besides, he is very much content with the current circumstances.

As the two of you follow along the dark passageway, you clear your throat, lips pursed awkwardly. "Uh...Thank you for dealing with the obstacles", you finally say. The monster pretends to ponder your words. "Hey now, don't play dumb with me. The conveniently deactivated bombs? The mutilated guards clumsily stuffed behind the door? I am a detective, after all."

You feel a thick tendril wrapping around your arm, and you turn to glance at the creature. His eyes of spiraling depths regard you intensely. A voice suddenly echoes in your head; is he trying to communicate with you? Deep, resounding, and imposing. "I am looking forward to our next case."

"Next case? Sorry pal, I work alone-" your throat clenches involuntarily. Somehow, your innards are flooded with a particular kind of certainty, dictating an ironclad truth: you do not have the option to refuse. You sigh, exasperated. "Fine! Have it your way. At least skip the fake mustache", you beg, then pause. You slap a second tentacle that has made its way under your shirt. "And avoid groping me when I'm thinking. You interrupt the little gray cells at work." You tap your temple to prove your point, and the eldritch God bows lightly. Of course.

He'll refrain himself until you're off work, Detective.

[willsolace-loml]

I HAVE ANOTHER HOT TAKE. UNPOPULAR OPINION!!!

hazel is not a cinnamon roll. HAZEL IS NOT A CINNAMON ROLL. this is a black teenage girl, who grew up in the 30s and into ww2, segregation was still happening, and women were still not valued more than a wife. she was also raised by a single mother with psychological problems who was very irresponsible. without all her godly happenings, her mortal home life was fucked up and she saw so much and was treated horribly. then she had to move away from her only friend to ALASKA and like a month later, she died, TAKING DOWN GAEA, SHE IS THE ONLY OF THE SEVEN (correct me if im wrong) TO TAKE DOWN GAEA SINGLE HANDEDLY. shes fucking powerful. then she spent over 60 years in the underworld, the only person who had any memories wutsoever, she couldn't interact with her mom and was completely alone, then some random as white boy comes and takes her out of the underworld and resurrects her. she has maybe a month of somewhat "peace" and then is pulled into a prophecy that causes a WAR and she is a child soldier, and one of the LEADERS in that war. and even if you ignore that and you look how "oh shes always bubbly and giggly and sweet" liek yeah smtms but even then she is cursing every 5 words in her sentence, so much that percy cant say what it is. i have a best friend who is the embodiment of a cinnamon roll, she has nvr cursed in her life.

HAZEL LEVESQUE IS NOT A FUCKING CINNAMON ROLL!!