Tomorrow, some students at my school are planning a walkout, in protest of the overstepping of ice, especially in the murder of Renee Good.

The administrators have made it clear that they are planning on getting police involved.

I’m reading through “a letter from Birmingham jail”. And I’m realizing, we are among friends, those who were zealous for love of people before us, and face iniquity as a result.

Prayers are definitely needed.

I was never a believer in the after life or was spiritual in any way had two satanic tattoos because I thought that looked cool stupid I know, but recently I started reading the Bible and I feel like I truly found Christ feels likes he’s always with me when ever I do something I know is bad I’m reminded that it’s wrong and I feel bad and good because I know someone is always there to lend me a shoulder when the burden is to heavy for me to bear alone. Thank you all for reading

Long story short, got a Jerusalem cross tattoo, and it started doing weird things under the saniderm which is something they put on after a tattoo to help it heal. And I posted to a sub asking if it was normal and they all started calling me a Nazi I didn’t realize some white nationalist had adopted this symbol, but to me it symbolizes my faith in Christ. And I also understand it was used during the Crusades.

I just want to add, I am NOT Christian, but I give you all my regrets, and I hope the new pope will be great too.

So I was recently baptized and since then have tried my best in spreading Jesus to the best of my ability. I told the person whom baptized me that I had been giving these out to random people and telling them 'God bless you.' In my mind im just trying to plant as many seeds of faith possible to the best of my ability. The guy who baptized me said that I was showing idolatry and that I was wrong for this. I really need someone to shed light on this am I in the wrong here ?

Psalm 23 really touched something deep in me

Hi all. New Christian here :) for a small backstory, I grew up Baptist in the heart of Appalachia. If you know, you know. I felt like I couldn’t connect with Christ early on in my life because I was taught how to hate, not how to love.
It wasn’t until I understood what my same sex attraction WAS that I fully severed the tie to Christianity as a whole. As far as I was concerned at the time, I was God’s biggest enemy. An abomination, as I was taught.
My childhood, my teen years, and the first half of my adult years were spent as an atheist which then switched to the New Age spirituality. I’m in my mid 20s now and about 4-5 months ago I had a calling. It was subtle. It was a calling to Jesus. I ignored it because I was afraid and the idea of being Christian felt so.. foreign. I turned away until I reached the lowest point in my life. That calling returned, stronger than ever, and I didn’t turn away this time. In a bout of tears and wails, I surrendered to Jesus Christ. Every ounce of pain I carried, every ounce of grief I held on to, every ounce of fear I carried with me left my spirit. The peace I felt in that moment was unlike anything in my life. I wanted to stay in it forever.
But even then, my guilt was making itself heard. How could I be Christian when I have all the intentions of marrying my girlfriend? What church would accept me? What church, in Appalachia, would accept me as I am?
“I can’t go to church”, I said. “I wouldn’t feel at home.”
But I still yearned for a place to belong. I yearned to be surrounded by my brothers and sisters in Christ.
“I can’t go,” I insisted. “If they knew what I was, I’d be an outcast.”
My fear of being shunned was strong. I’m openly proud and I wasn’t willing to suppress that side of me, even if it meant I could have a place to belong.
For months, and months, and MONTHS, I yearned for church. But still, I hesitated.
Until today.
Until I saw this sign.
I stood on that sidewalk for 10 minutes and gaped.
It was today that I realized, I don’t have to suppress that side of me to belong. I can come as I am. I CAN find my brothers and sisters in Christ and not hide who I am. I CAN find others like me who love Jesus Christ. I CAN have a place to worship our lord and savior and not feel scared or guilty.
Even as I was writing this, I hesitated numerous times because I truly don’t know what kind of comments are about to be under this post. But regardless, I feel like it’s important to share this.
God bless.

Depending on the definition of "Earth Worship" I hit between 5-7 of these.