#resurrec

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

by Le Ann Trees | After Jesus’ crucifixion and death his disciples no doubt regretted their unfaithfulness to him, but they soon found hope in Jesus’ resurrection. We also need resurrection hope when facing our regrets…

[bugged-inverted-interrobang]

Hello, Adonis. I have decided being dead is rather boring, and have come to ask you to resurrec- OH MY GOODNESS WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?

Sincerely, @john-tendrils-exclam-the-eighth

I’m… Fine.. Don’t worry about me…

[He’s chugging an Antidote (Poison) Potion.]

[beneaththelamina]

My Mom's Advice

[Photo by Bart on Unsplash]

“Never use the word hate. It means you wish someone was dead.”

My mom used to tell me that when I felt wronged. 

I remember a time when my brother broke my favorite tea set and stained the porcelain with neon red Kool-aid after I’d told him not to touch it. 

I thought it was a reasonable request, as it was the only rule I had about my things, of course, besides asking for permission. I felt doubly wronged, as he not only played with one of my possessions without asking but broke the item—a cherished item that I’d told him time and time again was precious to me. 

I’d clean the porcelain twice a day with a warm rag and set the two teacups facing each other in front of the teapot itself. The golden handles of the teacups faced opposite of each other, while the peonies and roses, highlighted with gold on the teapot itself, glistened when the sunlight kissed it from its view on my dresser. Sometimes the moisture from the warm rag would leave the teaset steaming in a satisfying haze. 

Perhaps I’d only been gone for no more than 10 minutes—I don’t remember for what—and I’d come back to one of the teacups shattered, the shards stained with red-flavored Kool-aid. That same vibrant color was splattered on the embellished floral images and painted on the inside of the other teacup and teapot. 

I remember finding him in a fit of rage and despite not truly meaning the words, it was as if my hurt and anger compelled me to say:

“I hate you.”

I immediately cried after uttering those words, unable to withstand their weight. Despite the anger, I knew he didn’t deserve to hear those words from me, his big sister, especially over something as trivial and material as a tea set. 

My mother shooed him away for a talk they would have later, as she sat next to me on my bed and told me never to wish death upon someone. 

“Hate and death are the same and you can never take either of them back. Your words are as permanent as death.”

My brother and I later made up as young children do and since then, I’ve made an effort to be loving and supportive. I hadn’t felt hatred for some time after that—that is, until my first love betrayed me. 

It seems like hatred and adjacent emotions like anger, fear, and resentment are usually in relation to things and people we love. 

Love latches on quickly, like a newborn suckling its mother's nipple, but when love is broken, murdered, killed, destroyed, deserted, it feels like each atom of our bodies is being torn apart.

 It feels like the world we existed in for so long--so happily—has been plucked away, flung into the ether, like a booger on a finger, only to be replaced by a world we have no idea how to exist in. As if we were falcons soaring through the sky, lean muscle pulling and pushing a feather-light skeleton to dance upon air currents, only to be forced to live a life underwater, drowning under the weight of the tide.

It’s cruel the way love breaks, replaced by something that not even my mother could have predicted.

There’s something worse than death.

Suffering 

Suffering where I lay awake at night wondering if he still thinks of me, wondering if he’s sorry for what he’s done, wondering if I’m allowing my own trauma to sabotage my own happiness as I caress the empty sheets beside me, as I look into the eyes of my new lover wondering if I’m settling, satisfied, and content—a battle between the lack of closure and the ambiguity of a future I’m not sure I’m prepared for. A future, I didn’t have a chance to examine the fine print. 

Was there fine print? Did I see the signals? Am I imagining things?

Perhaps there are variations on death. There’s physical death, and then there is the metaphorical death of one’s past self, which makes room for the new self, which is cultivated over time. And yet, the time span between developments feels like purgatory.

But through the crown shyness of this deep, dense forest, Hope whispers a titalting song, stringing me along toward my resurrection. Because, as much as I hate the suffering, the abrupt ending of death would leave me with an insasible curiosity as I wonder if I would have made it. 

What would the resurrected me be like? 

Would she love herself more?

Would she cherish those around her more?

Would she be more resilient?

Would she have beat death?

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[Please do not copy my work. What I've created belongs to me. Thank you!]

[yasminhananis]

​i think about him almost every year at easter as it’s almost always near the day he died. found this blogpost last year and realized i wasn’t the only one

[ask-the-anomalous-linguist]

Ash [in a voice thick with alcohol]: "Ah'm gunna resurrec' tha'bastard'n kill 'him again."

Dusty [giggling nervously]: "A-Ah, um...think that's enough T-tumblr for today..."

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[checkplzjuliet]

Lambert - Character Exploration

"Mercy is asleep at the wheel, the rest of us are just hanging on." - The Movielife

Content Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Mention of Self-Harm, Suicidal Ideation, Post Game Spoilers

Past Life

Lambert used to live with their mother, grandfather, and two younger sisters way back when. They had a father as well; although, he had left for an expedition when they were only a wee tot (and never came back), meaning he had been absent for most of their life.

In stark contrast to their present-day self, Lambert was actually quite shy and humble in their youth—a true pacifist at heart. The massacre of sheep frightened them, and everyday they would worry about the safety of their small village. It brought them immense pain that they had no means of preventing the world from crumbling down around them. Lambert felt mortifyingly helpless. Consequently, they developed habits of self-harming, continually struggling to gain some sense of control amidst the chaos.

Upon reaching puberty, they found themself experiencing a growing discomfort over their gender, in addition to significant distress over their ability to carry children. Previously, they were named Lily and identified as an ewe. "Lambert" was initially just an endearing nickname their grandfather would call them, until they opted to start using it for themself.

One day, Lambert's worst fear becomes a reality as cultists discover the location of their town, abducting its residents and setting the whole place ablaze. Only poor Lambert and their sister, Sunday, were able to escape by the skin of their teeth.

Lambert, who had grown up sheltered, had next to no experience of scavenging out in the wild. Fortunately, Sunday had gotten some training as a scout; so, the two siblings were able to sustain themselves for a while.

They couldn't keep running forever though, and sure enough… Lambert awoke from their slumber and realized Sunday was nowhere to be seen. It turned out that she had been snagged by some cult members during her night watch.

From that point forward, Lambert could no longer justify living. There was no happy ending to be had for them—no way, no how.

Defeated, they willingly gave themselves up: the final sheep to be slaughtered.

Rise to Power

At first, Lambert was reluctant to go through with Narinder's deal. They had already resigned themself to joining the rest of their kind in death. But then, as they gazed deep within the eye of the Red Crown, Lambert caught a glimpse of what they could possibly become and later, achieve.

Something changed in them that day.

And so the Lamb's pursuit for revenge began. They acquired a hefty appetite for bloodlust, relishing in the death and destruction they left in their wake. The crown-bearing Lambert hardly resembled their timid former self: they were a rowdy, opportunistic, and stubborn being.

Alongside this change in personality, Lambert's self-perception flickered rapidly between feelings of arrogance and insecurity. Their volatile nature was often disconcerting to the followers of their congregation.

When the time came for the Lamb to relinquish the Red Crown, they had refused to do so. What's more was that they were taken aback by the prospect of having to die yet again because some higher being had declared it thus. The young God did spare their former master in the end—partially for their own sadistic amusement, but mostly out of pity.

Godhood

TRUE DEVOTION

Over the years, the belligerent nature of Lambert and Narinder's relationship transformed into something more amicable—and as time marched onward—romantic, even. The Lamb set aside a day to confess their love to Narinder, happily finding it to be mutual. When the two immortals got hitched, Lambert had requested that some new custom-fitted robes be made for Narinder. Its design bore a resemblance to the old vestments he had worn as a Bishop.

ETERNAL SERVITUDE

Through harnessing the power of their respective crowns, Lambert went on to resurrect the Bishops they had slain many years ago. One former God was revived at the beginning of each season: Leshy in spring, Kallamar in summer, Heket in autumn, and Shamura in winter.

DIVINE BURDEN

Having been effectively thrust into this position of immense responsibility, Lambert wasn't entirely sure if they were truly satisfied with the life they currently had. Some days they cherished the fruits of their labor, other days they loathed it all. Godhood was, frankly, exhausting.

Present Day

A SHEPARD'S FLOCK

The rebirth of sheepkind was to be their most ambitious feat yet. While it is true that Lambert's kin had been brutally exterminated, long since deceased, many of their souls still wander about in limbo. One might believe it to be selfish of the lonesome God to haul away these dazed spirits from their final resting place—oh, but who could blame them?

Once the ritual was completed, Lambert fell into a year-long coma. No surprise there, as the cosmic energy needed for such a deed was massive. In fact, even with the help of the ex-Bishops, it had yielded less than ideal results. Approximately 25-50% of the murdered sheep were saved. Some were given life anew (a complete rebirth), others were resurrected younger and suffered partial memory loss, or rarest of all—brought back to life at their original age while retaining recollections of their past.

Lambert was unable to reunite with their guardians, something they would go on to mourn and process upon waking. Fortunately, their two sisters were among those who were revived with their memories mostly intact. Sunday went to revisit her scout training while Faith, the younger sibling, grew up to be an inventor.

Still, it pained the Lamb that they couldn't do more for their brethren. There was a funeral held in memoriam of those who remained dead.

CURIOUS LEGACY

After careful consideration, Lambert and Narinder attempt to have a child through a ritual of blood and flesh. This ends up being a partial success—their offspring is a meaty abomination that the Lamb is immediately smitten with, regardless of its horrific appearance.

A/N: Sorry if the formatting makes things hard to read- Tumblr doesn't seem to like paragraph indentations, for whatever reason LOL

[sethshead]

I support the ERA. I consider its defeat to have been in many respects the end of the American experiment. Ours was a perpetual revolution, a republic with an amendable constitution. That ended in 1982. In the 40 years since, only one additional amendment has been ratified. Our partisan politics are now too divided for anything as necessarily bipartisan and national as a constitutional amendment to pass in the foreseeable future. The ERA's defeat was an American tragedy.

But it was a defeat. The time limit was self-imposed and unnecessary, but it passed and was law. We have the right to shoot ourselves in the foot. I don't see how we can argue that both the decade deadline to ratify and the repeal of ratification within that span by four states are both immaterial. That is simply not a viable legal argument. We have to start from the beginning, and if we want an ERA, we have to get ERA supporters elected in both congress and our state legislatures to push it through. If that's too hard, then we've failed democracy.

[bookoformon]

Mosiah Chapter 15. "To Publish the Peace."

How Christ is both the Father and the Son—He will make intercession and bear the transgressions of His people—They and all the holy prophets are His seed—He brings to pass the Resurrection—Little children have eternal life. About 148 B.C.

1 And now Abinadi said unto them: I would that ye should understand that God himself shall come down among the children of men, and shall redeem his people.

2 And because he dwelleth in flesh he shall be called the Son of God, and having subjected the flesh to the will of the Father, being the Father and the Son—

3 The Father, because he was conceived by the power of God; and the Son, because of the flesh; thus becoming the Father and Son—

4 And they are one God, yea, the very Eternal Father of heaven and of earth.

5 And thus the flesh becoming subject to the Spirit, or the Son to the Father, being one God, suffereth temptation, and yieldeth not to the temptation, but suffereth himself to be mocked, and scourged, and cast out, and disowned by his people.

6 And after all this, after working many mighty miracles among the children of men, he shall be led, yea, even as Isaiah said, as a sheep before the shearer is dumb, so he opened not his mouth.

7 Yea, even so he shall be led, crucified, and slain, the flesh becoming subject even unto death, the will of the Son being swallowed up in the will of the Father.

8 And thus God breaketh the bands of death, having gained the victory over death; giving the Son power to make intercession for the children of men—

9 Having ascended into heaven, having the bowels of mercy; being filled with compassion towards the children of men; standing betwixt them and justice; having broken the bands of death, taken upon himself their iniquity and their transgressions, having redeemed them, and satisfied the demands of justice.

10 And now I say unto you, who shall declare his generation? Behold, I say unto you, that when his soul has been made an offering for sin he shall see his seed.

And now what say ye? And who shall be his seed?

11 Behold I say unto you, that whosoever has heard the words of the prophets, yea, all the holy prophets who have prophesied concerning the coming of the Lord—I say unto you, that all those who have hearkened unto their words, and believed that the Lord would redeem his people, and have looked forward to that day for a remission of their sins, I say unto you, that these are his seed, or they are the heirs of the kingdom of God.

12 For these are they whose sins he has borne; these are they for whom he has died, to redeem them from their transgressions. And now, are they not his seed?

13 Yea, and are not the prophets, every one that has opened his mouth to prophesy, that has not fallen into transgression, I mean all the holy prophets ever since the world began? I say unto you that they are his seed.

14 And these are they who have published peace, who have brought good tidings of good, who have published salvation; and said unto Zion: Thy God reigneth!

15 And O how beautiful upon the mountains were their feet!

16 And again, how beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of those that are still publishing peace!

17 And again, how beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of those who shall hereafter publish peace, yea, from this time henceforth and forever!

18 And behold, I say unto you, this is not all. For O how beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that is the founder of peace, yea, even the Lord, who has redeemed his people; yea, him who has granted salvation unto his people;

19 For were it not for the redemption which he hath made for his people, which was prepared from the foundation of the world, I say unto you, were it not for this, all mankind must have perished.

20 But behold, the bands of death shall be broken, and the Son reigneth, and hath power over the dead; therefore, he bringeth to pass the resurrection of the dead.

21 And there cometh a resurrection, even a first resurrection; yea, even a resurrection of those that have been, and who are, and who shall be, even until the resurrection of Christ—for so shall he be called.

22 And now, the resurrection of all the prophets, and all those that have believed in their words, or all those that have kept the commandments of God, shall come forth in the first resurrection; therefore, they are the first resurrection.

23 They are raised to dwell with God who has redeemed them; thus they have eternal life through Christ, who has broken the bands of death.

24 And these are those who have part in the first resurrection; and these are they that have died before Christ came, in their ignorance, not having salvation declared unto them. And thus the Lord bringeth about the restoration of these; and they have a part in the first resurrection, or have eternal life, being redeemed by the Lord.

25 And little children also have eternal life.

26 But behold, and fear, and tremble before God, for ye ought to tremble; for the Lord redeemeth none such that rebel against him and die in their sins; yea, even all those that have perished in their sins ever since the world began, that have wilfully rebelled against God, that have known the commandments of God, and would not keep them; these are they that have no part in the first resurrection.

27 Therefore ought ye not to tremble? For salvation cometh to none such; for the Lord hath redeemed none such; yea, neither can the Lord redeem such; for he cannot deny himself; for he cannot deny justice when it has its claim.

28 And now I say unto you that the time shall come that the salvation of the Lord shall be declared to every nation, kindred, tongue, and people.

29 Yea, Lord, thy watchmen shall lift up their voice; with the voice together shall they sing; for they shall see eye to eye, when the Lord shall bring again Zion.

30 Break forth into joy, sing together, ye waste places of Jerusalem; for the Lord hath comforted his people, he hath redeemed Jerusalem.

31 The Lord hath made bare his holy arm in the eyes of all the nations; and all the ends of the earth shall see the salvation of our God.

The Prophet questions just how far the Gospels can go in a world that is so determined to be violent. Without self-regulation, which results from meditation upon the Holy Spirit, there is no way for documents which publish the peace, be they scripture or the statutes to provide us with the way of life we need.

This chapter adds to the Argument this Midrash was written to establish: That Jesus Christ, based on the sentiment He expressed in the Gospels is of One Substance with the God of Israel, is interwoven with the rest of creation just as He.

The question of how the One Dissolves the Other is rudimentary: The Infinite always dissolves the finite. Thus in the process of transubstantiating the Gospels from Word to Flesh and back again, the God of Israel has the Stand. This is true of all truth that is hidden in all manifest phenomena.

Meditation upon this is how self-realization, self-regulation and the Substance I mentioned transfigure the animal man into the Son of Man.

[emii4473]

Elektra Natchios is a character created by Frank Miller for Marvel Comics.

Elektra first appeared in Daredevil n°168 in January 1981.

She was trained as a warrior by The Cast,a clan of ninja warriors and accepted by Stick,her sensei.

She embrace her darkness and entered into The Hand, a mistical ninja organization and became the best assassin in the world.

She knew Matt Murdock whe she was trying to murder him and teamed in order to destroy The Hand.

She worked for the Crime lord of New York, Kingpin and was murdered by Bullseye.

The Hand tried to resurrec her but Dare Devil avoid it. But lately Stone did it and send her to help Wolverine and train him.

[kennemusicshop]

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[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

God has created us as social beings. He blessed humanity with an amazing capacity to love one another and share our lives with each other. He has hardwired us to need social interaction. Yes, there are introverts and extroverts. Not everyone needs the same levels of interaction. Yet, we were hardwired to need others, to share our lives with others. It is part of our makeup. The Triune God said, "Let us make man in our image." Our triune God made us to share our lives with one another. Jesus himself shared His life with His disciples. He called them…

[paulthepoke]

Still Seeking the Master... Joshua of Ghana

Still Seeking the Master… Joshua of Ghana

TEXT: JOHN 20:1-10 Key verse: John 20:1 “The first day of the week cometh Mary Magdalene early, when it was yet dark, unto the sepulcher, and seeth the stone taken away from the sepulcher.” “Faith, like light, should always be simple and unbending,” says Martin Luther King Jr. Mary Magdalene was a true symbol of that faith and who was committed and unwavering as a disciple should…

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[alhavaradawnstar]

OH BOY

[posts-from-a-scarier-timeline]

Dude u head the news? Hellfire geckos are back, my buddy Eric told me that they are resurrecing from ex-florida. Keep an eye open or you know what will happen, I'm sure you remember the incident.

literally every morning I've gotta turn my hose on and get them all off my lawn 🙄. The stupid fucking HOA has been useless, and neither has the government

[vikkirosko]

Maybe Blitzo has an ex that he loves and can’t forget about them. (Y/n) was “the one that got away” that Blitzo still blames himself for what happened to (y/n), because (y/n) saved him and got killed. (Y/n) was one of those kindest demons he met. He always describes (y/n) as different, as if we were born at the wrong place. He truly believes that we are more of an angel than a demon, episode 6 where he was hallucinating with the truth serum. He wakes up, in a familiar place. (He was still hallucinating) He stirs up slowly as he heard (y/n) calling for his name. Blitzo can’t even look (y/n) straight in the eye because he was still blaming himself. But, he starts yelling at (y/n) about why did they even save him they could just let him die.

(Y/n) looks at him sadly and just cups his cheeks. “You look tired Blitzo.”

“All I wanted… was to fucking save you,” Blitzo whispered, leaning at (y/n)’s touch and he felt warm again, the feeling of being loved that he missed the most.

“Will you still be there?” Blitzo begged softly, hoping that he will see (y/n) again.

“I wish I could join you, but this moment will have to be enough.”

(Y/n) assures him that he will be alright because he has a crew that will treat him as a family.

…

Meanwhile, someone was plotting their revenge at Blitzo. Someone, who wants Blitzo to suffer so they bring (y/n) back to life. (Y/n)’s memories were erased, and they will be working with that person.

😈 Blitzø x Reader Oneshot You look tired Blitzø 🐴

Blitzø wasn't sure if he was seeing hallucinations or reality. Because of the truth serum, he saw those whom he did not really want to see. He saw his fears. But now he was in some other place. This wasn't the room where he and Moxxie were being held. The place seemed familiar to him. It caused pain in his chest. But when he heard the voice, he froze.

"Hello Blitzø"

He turned around and saw you. You stood a few steps away from him and smiled gently. He couldn't believe that he was seeing you now. It couldn't have been real, because you were dead. You used to be together. You were the only one Blitzø really loved. You were his angel. He always told you that you were clearly born in the wrong place. You weren't like the other demons. You were more of an angel. He treasured you and was ready to do anything for you. He hoped that you would spend the rest of your life together. But fate decreed otherwise. Once you were attacked, and you defended him, but lost your own life. Since then, Blitzø has not been able to stop loving you. No matter how many new relationships he started, he still loved you. He still blamed himself for your death. You came closer to him and smiled. Blitzø couldn't find the strength to look you in the eye. Guilt choked him.

"You shouldn't have done that..."

You kept looking at him with a soft smile.

"You should have been alive! I should have died then! I, not you! "

The smile on your lips became sad. You gently took his face in your hands.

"You look tired Blitzø"

He didn't expect to feel your warmth. He leaned forward, not wanting to lose the feeling he missed more than anything in the world.

"All I wanted... Was to fucking save you... "

He didn't recognize his voice. It was a whisper. It seemed to him that he was about to cry. You were there. It's the first time in so long that you've been around.

"Will you still be there?"

Blitzø was ready to pray to any gods, just to see you again.

"I wish I could join you, but this moment will have to be enough"

You kissed him gently on the forehead.

"You'll be fine. You have your friends, and they are your family"

You smiled gently at him, but your smile, like everything else around, began to dissolve. Blitz was coming to his senses. He had no idea that somewhere in hell there was someone who hated him more than life. Someone who is willing to do anything to make him suffer. That's why you were brought back to life. You were a blank slate. You didn't have any memories of your past life. And the one who resurrected you was going to use it.