samantha, 29, phd candidate in religion and freudian methods 🍲 she/her
samantha, 29, phd candidate in religion and freudian methods 🍲 she/her
I’m curious, why is “I saw you under the fig tree” you’re favorite moment of Jesus flirting?
I think mine is probably “If you had the water I had to drink, you’d never thirst again”. I can just see the smirk on his face; never fails to seduce me
the figs in these verses are euphemisms, so he’s playing a very risky game with nathanael. i like him raunchy
what is the right feel of a lenten sacrifice? in past attempts i only felt myself becoming a worse family member, friend, christian
he hates your sacrifices. you need to find something that gets you closer to him. he’s going into the desert and needs your company. how can you follow him?
I think i have fallen for Abel, i fall too easily for good boys...
he’s not long for this earth, you know
it is fleeting? this feeling of wanting to live?
it comes like the constellation that guides magi to god
oh, you have to have faith. haven’t you realized? in the night, lonely and longing, the reciting of verses long over, it’s only you and him
“my heart breaks for offerings,” the lord tells you. “oozes, leaks, i’m mushy like that,” he continues, “like viscera. like viscera—never let viscera touch your lips.” these rules confuse his charmer, the man lifted from the nile. he nods regardless, as though his lips weren’t stained with blood
“on offerings” —lev 17
the throat is loyal to the verse of the father. it is one thing to read the holy narrative out loud. it is another thing to read it to yourself, to hum it, to get vocal. the lord, he lords, over your utterances, your ruaḥ; his hands are on your neck. you need to rely on other registers of your voice, then
I'm real scared of talking with anybody about this, but sometimes i resent Him. Even to the point of hating Him when my anger rumination gets too extreme, i should be grateful since i live a nice life compared to so many other people, and i am grateful... But the hate never goes, i wish i wasn't so alone sometimes, its like i'm part of the majority but at the same time not, my identity isn't queer, but at the same time i don't fit in with conformity at all. I'm insane, i'm unnatractive, bad at making friends. He made me lonely, i hate him, i hope he never leaves my side, i'm too lonely to loose the One Who Sees Me.
the first role of the prophet is to refuse their call
Is exile a pathology
no, it is a relationship
Alright I’m back; why does Ezekiel bare his arm in chapter 4 to prophesy to his besieged Jerusalem?
god tells his charmer to give him his wrist and the charmer’s role isn’t to question. it’s to offer the wrist
This past Sunday, we read Isaiah 7 during our readings and carols service. We (Christians) read verses 13-17 as a prophecy for the coming of Jesus (maiden mother and so on) , but I’m curious, how would it have been understood to readers/listeners at the time? Who would Ahaz have thought wa being promised?
isaiah, the king, the listeners—they need to look for the future. they need to invest in things to come. the child immanuel and his young girl mother are horizonal, ever on the horizon, the kind of vow god makes only if he knows you’ll need it, and only if he knows he’ll never return on it
the fantasy of god's hate—in the old testament, the lure of the lord is that he's violent, rotten. that his vows have the feel of curses, that his love has the feel of cutspo. he is quieter, though; he is a lover. like velvet, like latex, he's gooey on the flesh. longing is never not yucky, though for him, there's a natality in it. in genesis he's fallen for you
i sometimes search random words on your blog, mostly body parts, and its truly fascinating seeing how your posts change with time. still, you have always been a wonderful writer. how are your lungs? praying for your health
i know people miss the old me. she’s young in her grief. i, though, resent her. i hate my older posts, if i see someone like them i go and delete. i had two pneumothoraxes, for those new here. i never catch my ruah
“i’ll kill my high priest if he comes too close, in the holy of holies,” the lord tells his charmer. “unless he comes close on yom atonement. then, he is to enter the tent, in his vestments, clean himself, go to the entrance of the tent of meeting, take two goats, throw lots onto the one for azazel, kill a cow, hurl two handfuls of crushed frankincense, lilt on himself in viscera, take the remaining goat in the veil of my room, kill it therein, remove his clothes, lie near me.” “how violent,” the charmer thinks to himself. “no,” the lord replies to nothing, “how loving”
“this is the rest of rests, the yom atonement” —lev 16
