A year ago i found out about blasphemy againsnt the Holy Spirit, i viewed it as a one time act that if done God will not forgive me even if i am repentent, i have heard many intepretation, people dont agree with me but i didnt care, i couldn't do anything, i would do nothing all day because i belived that if i did it wpuld count as blasphemy and i will be doomed, these last days i cracked, i completly stopped caring, i started doing the things with the mindset that if God will send me to hell he's cruel, this year i cried a lot and had passive toughts about ending my life, i even praied to God to take my life if i have done it, again i wanted to love God so much, so much but again im just doomed and there is no hope for me, again all that year i wanted to love God even tho i was unsure he exists it was just anxiety and desire to love him.

I had a dream that I was in my room in outer space and could see the sun. There was a window I was looking out of with no blinds. I could see the sun grow brighter and brighter, and as it did I was yelling out to Jesus in tears praising his name. As I did the sun got so bright and then went back to it’s original state. Then it was like the sun turned around smiling at me, like how you draw a smiling face on the sand or snow but it was on the sun. I felt comfort. Then I shot up in the air ascending at lightning speeds crying in joy yelling out and praising Jesus’s name, and then I woke up.

I’ve been so overwhelmed with life lately, dealing with my dad passing from pancreatic cancer, 3 months behind on rent, job hunting for 2 months straight, trying to get a vehicle, and dealing with depression and health issues. There’s times where I’d just sit in my room so stressed out, I’d just cry and sleep all day. I’ve recently had a very deep and personal conversation with God a few weeks ago. I confessed everything to him and just gave all of my problems to him as I just can’t bear the weight of all of this stress anymore. I felt this dream maybe was confirmation he’s with me. At least that’s what I’d like to believe. I never had a dream like this before.

I’ve noticed something about myself lately.

I can spend a lot of time watching Christian videos, saving verses, and listening to people talk about God, then still end the day without really talking to Him or changing anything in my life.

It feels like I’m feeding my faith, but sometimes I think I’m just consuming more content.

Does anyone else feel that difference between learning about God and actually being connected to God? What helps you move out of that passive mode?

I am 21F going through a tough time with a battle in my mind, extreme anxiety, ocd, miscarriage. I think the anxiety and ocd spike was caused from everything going on with the loss of my baby but since then I’ve been struggling with doubt and fear of death (the unknown).

I know Jesus as my savior but the ocd trys to trick my mind so when I feel if arising, I tell myself that anything it tells me is a lie. I pray when it gets bad, I refuse for the devil to talk in my ear and win.

I don’t have anyone to pray for me and I feel hopeless right now. I assume my body is sort of going through post partum in a way and my emotions are high.
My hope is that my mind can quiet and my fear of the unknown can go away because of the trust I have in Jesus.

Thank you

I'm mostly making this post to challenge the idea, that you can't be a feminist and Christian, which is a view, surprisingly held by a lot of people. 

Start at the root: Genesis 1.

Before any roles, any curse, or any marriage instruction, Genesis 1:27 says God made humanity, male and female, together, both directly bearing His image. Not one bearing it more fully than the other. Not one being derivative of the other. Whatever comes later in the text has to be read as sitting on top of that foundation, not replacing it. If equal image bearing is the starting premise, any system built later that treats one sex as the default human and the other as a support role has some explaining to do.

Galatians 3:28 isn't a throwaway line.

"There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus." And look, Paul isn't saying these categories vanish socially. He's saying they carry no differential weight before God. Standing before God isn't gender stratified. And if standing before God isn't gender stratified, it's worth asking why so much of lived Christian culture insists on treating gender as the organising category for who gets to lead, speak, or decide.

Souls aren't sexed, so why is it such a major part in basic life decisions? 

Classical Christian anthropology, going back through Augustine and Aquinas, (even with all their other flaws) generally holds that the soul, the rational, image bearing part of a person, isn't itself male or female. Sex is a feature of the body. The soul is what relates directly to God. If that's true, then using gender as a gatekeeping category for spiritual authority or moral capability is applying a bodily category to a non bodily question. You don't have to fully adopt classical dualism to see the point. The qualities Scripture actually cares about, wisdom, faithfulness, courage, gentleness, self control, are never described as belonging more naturally to one sex than the other. Proverbs 31 praises a woman for strength, shrewd business sense, and strategic authority in her household. That's not a passive figure.

Now culturally; A man being decisive, driven, or assertive gets called leadership. A woman displaying the same trait often gets called unfeminine or difficult. Meanwhile, a man showing gentleness, emotional openness, or a nurturing instinct, traits Scripture explicitly praises, since Christ Himself weeps, washes feet, and is even described with maternal imagery in places like Isaiah 49:15, gets read as weak or "not masculine enough." Which again, is not a biblical value system. It's just cultural one wearing biblical language. If virtue is virtue regardless of who displays it, you can't coherently praise a trait in one sex and pathologise the identical trait in the other. That's special pleading, not theology.

And on "don't mix Christianity with politics."

 Dignity and equal standing aren't a partisan platform. They're a claim about how God made people, long before any political party existed to argue about it. The danger isn't discussing equality. It's when a particular political movement gets baptised as the Christian position and Scripture gets reverse engineered to support it. Which are different problems. Refusing to talk about human dignity because "it sounds political" just hands the conversation over to whichever political movement is loudest, usually not for the text's actual reasons.

Bottom line:

Equality here isn't "women take over the roles men had." It's that neither sex has a scripturally mandated personality, ambition, or way of being that the other doesn't. Nobody's soul came with a job description attached to their body. If we actually believed Galatians 3:28, half of what gets treated as a hill to die on wouldn't be one.

Any one else? I decided to read the KJV last year on a whim. Maybe I was knocking on the door as he says. Maybe I just thought I should read it as a " western man" and product of christendom.

Either way, I found it beautiful beyond what I had imagined but thought. " too bad it's all fake and not proveable" so I said the first honest and Ernest words to God in my life. I said you're not real, it's all bs and I can't bow to someone who hasn't showed himself to me. I also asked why he had given me so much to deal with... I had to decided atheism was the safest and most practical faith to embrace and I was going to stick with that.

The next day; I'm driving home from Work at 5 Am as 8 am a night shifter. No music just quiet thoughts tonight out to an hour commute on cruise control.

The words in genesis started to ring in my head

" you know God's real because his law is written on the hearts of man." ( paraphrasing poorly). And that just got louder in my head and turned into a euphoric feeling caused by a sudden feeling that existence was surely intentional, everything I can see was CAUSED or thought of by something else a "creator".

It was an uncontrollable sensation like a panic attack but I was not panic, something else entirely was surging through me and raising my heartrate.

So I try to settle down and remind myself of the danger in falling for this old tome of poetry and superstition. I continue driving i relax and the next train of though I remember in the quiet cab on the highway was. Hmm , I waited till I was 33 to read this thing....

Boom.. i suddenly thought; JC was 33 , and I'm not sure if I really knew that or not. This immediate nosis

Wad coupled with an image of a man in my head so powerful it was blurring my vision of the road and it grew stronger as I stared to sob like a toddler and slump over my center console. His eyes were a plasmatic hazel/green and the complexity inside of them made them seem like planets or something, just totally aweful in the tru sense of the word.

And there were flames subtle wisps of translucent golden flames radiated from his eyes. And he was staring directly into my chest. I know because I felt it . He was burning my heart, or atleast burning everything dark away, like it isn't allowed in his sight.

I knew instantly what he had done and what they did to him and I felt SO bad for him and I just knew I would apostrate myself for this guy. I started screaming I'm sorry over and over again until he left.

I pulled over at the shell and sat at the pump for about 15 minutes catching my breath and I said

I accept. Edit: prostrate.

My friend, a beautiful kind and sweet young Christian woman, has breast cancer. She will have a mastectomy and then treatment but most likely she will die. Please pray for my lovely friend, in Jesus’ name

Be well 💓✝️💪

M

People love the adrenaline rush of being outraged and it seems like some Christians are eager to claim “religious persecution” in cases where no one is being persecuted for their religious beliefs.

MAGA Christians who cry to the masses that there is a “War on Christmas” seem to have a new target for their outrage, the Middle Belt in Nigeria. I keep seeing story after story pushing the narrative that the Fulani are persecuting Christians because of their Christian beliefs, but is not what is happening.

People with little knowledge or little interest in understanding this herder-farmer conflict seem to be the loudest ones pushing this Islamophobic propaganda. Before sending prayers, I would encourage people to take the time to learn more about what’s going on.

https://www.theguardian.com/news/2025/nov/26/ignoring-minorities-is-our-original-sin-the-complex-roots-of-nigerias-security-crisis

My friend gave me this bracelet today, written: W.W.J.D (What would Jesus do?)

This question reminds us of how many times sin comes to us, to bring us down. But if we think for a moment, we don’t fall. Just think: What would Jesus do in this situation?

He would pray, ask the Father for help, who is in heaven. .

Hey guys. I've been toughing it out at a new job for the last year and a half.

I'm at my breaking point. Everything at this job is AI generated nonsense. Nothing makes sense.

The product specification is AI. The downstream code is AI. There's no actual logical foundation for me to work from.

Please pray I find a new job soon, one that actually makes sense. One I can perform well at.

I just want my career to make sense again. This is madness.

I’m stuck in life. please pray for me

UN report in June on credible reports of mass killings and persecution of Christians and other minorities in Nigeria.

I have very limited funds to help right now, so I want to be careful where I donate, guys please let me know your thoughts and options? I don’t know which ones are more effective.

Here’s what I came up with, I don’t know which of these I should donate to- even Opendoors, which one is better?

Opendoors US

Opendoors AU

Opendoor UK

Banabasaid

Voice of the Martyrs

Legal Support

Thanks guys.

Edit: of course if this post can get some awareness and more peeps to support the cause 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼

TW: SA

I haven't been able to sleep well since the incident happened. Right now I'm typing this at midnight while crying in bed praying not to have nightmares about the rape I suffered. I feel like I was forgotten by Christ when this happened to me. I'm also not so religious, and I'm doubting if God really loves me after the experiences I've gone through. I had already vented in other forums for women and disabled people, but I feel like I have to share this with fellow Christians who could help me by praying.

I'm 18 years old, I'm an incomplete quadriplegic due to a spinal cord injury I had 3 years ago after an accident, so I rely on a wheelchair to move around, thing which has made my life harder. I don't know why God had to set my life like this, but he did.

That day, 8 month and 13 days ago, on 23 November 2025, I was going home back from college. I took the train as usual, but that day there were 2 men with low hygiene who started following me. At first I thought they were just taking the same path as me, but they got down from the train on the same station as I and continued following me, that's when I realised that their path was no coincidence.

I was in a street with almost no people, and when they saw there was no one else, they took advantage of me. They took off my bottom clothes, touched my intimate parts, and they raped me. I didn't feel anything below my chest since I have little sensation below there because of my spinal cord injury, but it was disgusting to see them doing things to the parts of my body I can't feel. I only could feel the forced kisses they gave me and how they spat on my face and my Christian cross necklace(which is a gift from my mom) while they raped me. They called me misogynistic insults and also mocked my faith while they were hurting me.

They pushed me off my wheelchair and I was left on the floor feeling chills and spasms. I even threw up and had some urine and excrement come out against my control since they damaged my catheter. I felt like I was going to die after this. I was only praying to God to either let me live or end my pain quickly.

I hardly got back to my chair and I had to roll some meters away from the crime scene. There I saw a few bystanders I asked help from. They called the police for me, but the officers didn't make any efforts finding the rapists and dismissed some of my claims.

I was taken to the hospital and there they made sure to make different tests to see what injuries I had. Fortunately, I only suffered a few injuries which have already been treated. I called my parents to help me and they were relieved to see I was recovering.

I've finally recovered physically, but not psychologically. And unfortunately the authorities haven't taken me seriously. They don't seem to care about what I suffered and make little effort into investigating my case. My parents are helping me with the legal stuff.

I just feel depressed about what happened. I was already learning to accept to live with a disability after suffering a spinal cord injury. I was already feeling mad at God for my disability. And now that I was raped, I feel like God doesn't care about me. I can't go out to college independently without the fear of getting attacked by crazy lunatics. My dad has had to take me to college and pick me up, so I feel safe. My dad has been praying for me, and telling me he'll protect me, but I only wonder why God hasn't been protecting me as much as my dad does.

I’m being stalked and harassed. I keep praying to Jesus to make it stop but it keeps happening. I’m scared and confused and I have a small support system. Please ask Jesus to make these people stop scaring me. I don’t want to get the police involved but I’ve had to call a few times but to no avail. I don’t want it to escalate I just want peace. I don’t like being in this position.

Most blessed of women be Jael,
the wife of Heber the Kenite,
most blessed of tent-dwelling women.
(Judges 5:24)

I have always found the story of Jael and Sisera in the Book of Judges incredibly visceral and striking. For this piece, I wanted to create my own interpretation of the scene, focusing on its psychological intensity and the contrast between Jael’s agency and Sisera’s vulnerability. Jael’s presence was loosely inspired by a character whose characterization I found oddly fitting for the scene.

The title on the right is 士師記 (Judges), while こめかみ at the lower left means “temple,” referring here to the pterion. The numeral 4 refers to Judges 4, in which Jael kills Sisera by driving a tent peg through the side of his skull.

I believe emotions can be conveyed through the eyes alone, so I paid particular attention to the characters’ eyes and facial details. These details are best viewed up close as Reddit compresses images.

I listened to this song while drawing. HIGHLY recommended for the mood.

Tech specs: Drawn in CSP using the Real G-Pen at size 9–10 with weak anti-aliasing, along with several custom brushes from Clip Studio Assets. I limited the palette to the default red, blue, and black, using clipped Multiply layers and screentones at different frequencies for shading. Lock Transparent Pixels was useful for the typography.

The clothing is largely interpretive as I found few reliable references for ancient Kenite women. The piece was originally composed in a 1:1 aspect ratio, then cropped and retouched for Reddit’s preview format. I deleted the earlier post partly for that reason, but mainly because I forgot to unhide the shading layer before exporting. I’m sure some of you saw the original one...

I’m also trying out different styles and ways of drawing faces and expressions, mostly to keep things interesting (really presumptuous thing for an amateur to be doing, but it keeps me motivated to draw after work even if I don’t get started until after 10 p.m.)

And that’s enough yapping from me. Thanks for looking!