Showing posts with label Fransican. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fransican. Show all posts

Monday, October 3, 2011

What is this? I can't even...

In what world was making these necessary?

 

Embroidered holy cards.  Let me say that again.  Embroidered.  Holy.  Cards.
IT HAPPENED PEOPLE.  IT. HAPPENED.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Catholics and Photoshop

The two should never have met.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Happy Feast of St. Clare!

Founder of the Poor Clares...
General Bad-ass
(i.e. one of my favourite stories EVER about a Saint, Muslims invading in the crusades, she grabs the monstrance with the Host in it and parades it around and basically knocks the invaders out just by the sight of our Lord.  Yes. Please.)

And most recently...
Patron of TV....


Blind and on her deathbed, Clare was able to witness the Mass on her cell wall, thus prophesying EWTN and Mother Angelica.  Uh...thanks? Clare...

Dear St. Clare,
Being that you are in charge of all things to do with TV, please grant me this favour.  A 24 hour Toddler's and Tiaras only network.  You're the bomb.  Love, Frank.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Saint Anthony, Saint Anthony....

Tony tony come around something's lost and can't be found....

someone sent me an email called "Manga beatitudes" or something along those lines (might have been "anime beatitudes") and it got sent to my junk folder, promptly to be deleted as soon as I said "wait it's safe!" (oh, COMPUTERS!)

Anyway, if YOU were the one that sent it, could you do me a massive favor and send it again, it sounded funny....

Oh, and I suppose I owe the people that aren't that ONE INDIVIDUAL (step one on how to have a popular blog: blog to ONE SPECIFIC PERSON AND THAT PERSON ONLY) something awful

this is meant to be St. Francis.....

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Images That Challenge

Good morning, beloved.

Today as I was out walking and praying I felt very at one with the Powerful Ancient Rythm that is the Seasons. To everything there is a Season, so the saying goes, and I feel this very powerfully in the morning.

All is still.

All is quiet.

These are images I found on a delightful internet website by a very holy and blessed man of the Fransican tradition who makes icons that challenge the preceptions of those stuck in their ways, unable to see the breeze the Spirit of God is blowing on Her children's sails.



First, we have The LORD of the Dance







Here, meditate on the Cosmic Christ's heart as the DRUM BEAT of the UNIVERSAL DANCE, and the Sacred Bush.


And here is Christ with a messed up goat. Meditate on Christ's Words to the Goats in Matthew 25...depart from me into the garbage dump, until your soul becomes one with my consiousness. (Matthew 25, verse 4 or something, from the New Revised Inclusive Edition)


Behold...the Quezecotal Christ of the Aztec Christian Tradition. In the Aztect Christian Tradition, Christ is seen not as a man at odds with Womyn, nor as a man at all, but rather sees It as a Feathered Serpent, much inline with ancient ideas about the devil before the Enlightenment. Meditiate upon the Quezecotalsoagja,dhjrioaisjdicjhtpoakd Christ's love for Womankind shown here in It's bursting chemical clouds, and snarling fanged teeth.


This Icon is of the Sacred Dance of Creation [I'm not even shitting you right now]in which the Wizard Christ gives up His Horcux to Lord Voldemort in order to ensure the safety of wytches and wyzyrds everywhere. The dance of Creation never ends!!!!!!!!1


And finally, sisters, the Celtic Trinity for those who struggle with the image of God as Father (would Christ have EVER called the Universe's Engery "father" knowing how uninclusive that word really was?!) we have Mother, Daughter and Sacred Wisdom. It matters not that not one of these womyn are celtic. This is the inclusive world!

MAY THE DANCE OF GODS LOVE DANCE IN YOUR HEART AND MAKE YOU ONE WITH THE CREATIVE FORCE OF THE UNIVERSE! AMEN!

p.s. this is the LAST TIME i try to pull a Fr. Longnecker and write a post as a fake liberal. I feel positivley icky.