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Forwarded from The Inkless Pen
"True Christians have lived, live, and will live by only Christ and the Gospels. Of course you can slander them, kill them, and put them in prison, as has happened many times in history, but they will continue to love God, the Church, and their Motherland. This is because we have only one God. The time of persecution is the best time for the Church. In such times we only have to do one thing to be saved—to be faithful to God and our Mother Church. In fact, everything in this world is very, very simple. This is because God Himself is simple. In the world there is Good and Evil. There is Universal Love, and there universal hate. The Savior gave us the commandment of love. Everything that bears in itself love, light, goodness, mercy, and compassion one way or another has its source in God. This is because He is Good. Everything that bears hatred, destruction, war, calls for murder, and the thirst for murder has its source in hell, regardless of what clothing of motivation or intentions satan dresses his evil in.
Our true citizenship is in the Kingdom of God, and we have to exert much effort in order to receive our eternal registration there. What we are living through now is, in fact, a process of growth and maturity. A comfort zone never gives dynamic growth. This applies to any system, no matter what kind. Growth is only possible in labor and difficult circumstances, in the most adverse conditions. Then our inner reserves come to the fore, and we gain new experience: To perseverance godliness, to godliness brotherly kindness, and to brotherly kindness love.… For he who lacks these things is shortsighted, even to blindness… Therefore, brethren, be even more diligent to make your call and election sure, for if you do these things you will never stumble (2 Pet. 1:6–10)." Met. Onuphry
Our true citizenship is in the Kingdom of God, and we have to exert much effort in order to receive our eternal registration there. What we are living through now is, in fact, a process of growth and maturity. A comfort zone never gives dynamic growth. This applies to any system, no matter what kind. Growth is only possible in labor and difficult circumstances, in the most adverse conditions. Then our inner reserves come to the fore, and we gain new experience: To perseverance godliness, to godliness brotherly kindness, and to brotherly kindness love.… For he who lacks these things is shortsighted, even to blindness… Therefore, brethren, be even more diligent to make your call and election sure, for if you do these things you will never stumble (2 Pet. 1:6–10)." Met. Onuphry
In the Upper Peninsula, one finds a primordial canvas where the divine and earthly realms converge. This land, carved by glaciers and time, challenges our notion of permanence while simultaneously embodying eternity. Here, the transient human spirit confronts the enduring face of creation, prompting reflection on our place within the grand tapestry of existence.
To call this "God's country" is to acknowledge a profound truth: in these ancient forests and along these timeless shores, we glimpse the raw essence of creation itself. The Upper Peninsula stands as a testament to forces beyond human comprehension, inviting us to shed our mundane concerns and connect with something greater
To call this "God's country" is to acknowledge a profound truth: in these ancient forests and along these timeless shores, we glimpse the raw essence of creation itself. The Upper Peninsula stands as a testament to forces beyond human comprehension, inviting us to shed our mundane concerns and connect with something greater
O hail, thou fair Peninsule boreal,
Yclept Superior's nether strand!
Thy verdant wolds and sylvan dell
Bewitch the eye in this fair land.
Thy lucent meres and babbling rills,
Bejewelled with Phoebus' golden rays,
Engender wonder in the breast
Of ev'ry wight who thereon gaze.
Yclept Superior's nether strand!
Thy verdant wolds and sylvan dell
Bewitch the eye in this fair land.
Thy lucent meres and babbling rills,
Bejewelled with Phoebus' golden rays,
Engender wonder in the breast
Of ev'ry wight who thereon gaze.
Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
> Wants "Mom & Pop' > Buys from Uber Eats Lady.... I honestly can't tell if you're lying or a hell of a lot more naive and unworldly than your fashion choices suggest, but just actually walk into the store next time, please
This thought process is astonishing. Torba is somehow more naive than the woman who thought she was buying from a Mom & Pop when ordering from Uber Eats
Yoopers are like stale pasties: bland and stuck in deir ways, while Trolls are like gourmet burgers: exciting and full of flavor.
Aw geez, I hate to admit it, but we Yoopers ain't exactly da most thrillin' bunch, ya know? Youbetcha, we're like dem pasties we're so proud of - fillin', sure, but about as excitin' as watchin' paint dry on a ice fishin' shack, don'tcha know.
Now dem Trolls, dey're livin' large below da bridge. Dey're like dem fancy burgers you see on da TV - all dolled up wit' der fancy toppings, eh? While we're up here arguin' over whether rutabagies belong in a pasty (dey do, by da way), dey're down dere inventin' new cuisines or whatever it is city folk do, fer cryin' out loud.
Us? We're stuck in our ways like a deer tick on a hound dog. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it," we say, as we eat da same boiled dinner fer da fourth time dis week. Meanwhile, dem Trolls are prob'ly jetsettin' off to Eye-tal-ya or France to learn about "culture" or some such nonsense.
But hey, at least we've got... um... lots of trees? And snow? Aw, who am I kiddin'? You wouldn't like it here, fren. Stay under da bridge, wouldja? Yer better off down dere, doncha know.
Aw geez, I hate to admit it, but we Yoopers ain't exactly da most thrillin' bunch, ya know? Youbetcha, we're like dem pasties we're so proud of - fillin', sure, but about as excitin' as watchin' paint dry on a ice fishin' shack, don'tcha know.
Now dem Trolls, dey're livin' large below da bridge. Dey're like dem fancy burgers you see on da TV - all dolled up wit' der fancy toppings, eh? While we're up here arguin' over whether rutabagies belong in a pasty (dey do, by da way), dey're down dere inventin' new cuisines or whatever it is city folk do, fer cryin' out loud.
Us? We're stuck in our ways like a deer tick on a hound dog. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it," we say, as we eat da same boiled dinner fer da fourth time dis week. Meanwhile, dem Trolls are prob'ly jetsettin' off to Eye-tal-ya or France to learn about "culture" or some such nonsense.
But hey, at least we've got... um... lots of trees? And snow? Aw, who am I kiddin'? You wouldn't like it here, fren. Stay under da bridge, wouldja? Yer better off down dere, doncha know.
They stopped advertising on my channel. I made a bit over $5 from that. That's an extra two days' income. Many thanks!
Some good doggos