#christ

As she shuffled back, he glanced down at the tent between his legs. Christ, that goddamn thing in there was huge; he looked like he had another arm in his pants. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#christ

The more ardently I see humanity as a glorious abstract that must conform to my ideal of how the world should be, the harder it is for me to love the person on the other side of the picket line who is holding up progress. I can love the downtrodden in the abstract, but as I shivered under the bridge that night with Jorge, I realized that it's harder to love the illegal immigrant with the bottle-slashed face and the body unwashed for weeks, the workers gathering to eat day-old bread and chicken and rice out of foam containers, the crowd of thousands clamoring for bread and fish and healing, the unclean woman hoping to touch the hem of the Savior's robe. ↗

— Alisa Harris

#politics #social-justice #faith

Did You wrap yourself inside the unexpected so we might know that Love would go that far? ↗

— Francesca Battistelli

#incarnation #jesus #love

The first miracle Jesus performed was instant winemaking. No wonder people loved Him! He probably received a bunch of wedding invitations after that one. ↗

— Dillon Burroughs

#jesus #spirituality #wine #love

I charge you at the Judgement make it plain, My love of you was life and not a breath. ↗

— Christina Rossetti

#love

I don't want Christmas season to end, because it's the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter. ↗

— Eloisa James

#glitter #love

An I mo chridhe, I mo ghraidh. - In Iona that is my heart's desire, Iona that is my love. ↗

— Saint Columba

#heart #iona #saints #scotland #love

The day you accepted to join me on this journey, that's the day you became mine to fuckin’ protect, Sky. ↗

— Summer Yaxley

#damon-christensen #love #new-adult #romance #the-route-to-opportunity

The human life cycle no less than evolves around the box; from the open-topped box called a bassinet, to the pine box we call a coffin, the box is our past and, just as assuredly, our future. It should not surprise us then that the lowly box plays such a significant role in the first Christmas story. For Christmas began in a humble, hay-filled box of splintered wood. The Magi, wise men who had traveled far to see the infant king, laid treasure-filled boxes at the feet of that holy child. And in the end, when He had ransomed our sins with His blood, the Lord of Christmas was laid down in a box of stone. How fitting that each Christmas season brightly wrapped boxes skirt the pine boughs of Christmas trees around the world. ↗

— Richard Paul Evans

#christmas #jesus #life

...he seemed to grasp a deep understanding of the unfolding drama in which he had been caught. He seemed to understand something that few of even the wisest men of his day understood...God wanted a broken vessel. ↗

— Gene Edwards

#christianity #men