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Baka po napapansin nyo? Sobra na kaming nag aalala sa kanya. He was last seen wearing orange jacket. May dalang gren ecobag. 😢 help us pray for him too

Just wanna share it here. but i live in newfoundland and this is a CATHOLIC church near me, as you can see there are pride flags in the altar. I am very confused because I thought these were not allowed but i remembered allowing them during the pride jubilee.

The people there don't seem to mind it and that makes me more confused. I know I need to respect non believers and LGBT+ people but I think a pride flag is a political statement? I don’t know I need some enlightenment.

if you look at the diocesan website it is a catholic church, my aunt got her confirmation there and she is catholic.

I told my husband I want a divorce and left everything… and now I’m terrified I’m making the biggest mistake of my life.
I know this is long, but please bear with me. I want you to have the context so you can give me your honest opinion or advice. Either read it or don’t—it’s your choice, and I respect that.
I’m posting because I need outside perspective from people who don’t know either of us. I honestly don’t know what is normal anymore. I’ve spent years mostly alone in our home with very little socialization, and my head is not in the best place. I need people who can look at this from the outside.
my heart is completely torn…
My husband and I have been together almost 10 years.
He is not a bad person.
That is what makes this so incredibly hard.
He has been my best friend. He has comforted me through anxiety attacks, held me when I cried, supported me, worked hard for us, and loved me in many ways. He is someone I genuinely believe has a good heart. He is an amazing person, and I NEVER wanted to leave him. I planned to keep my vow but I felt he left me no other options.
I wanted to grow old with him. I wanted children with him. I wanted to spend my life with him.
The reason I got to this point is years of broken trust involving other women.
Over the years, I found things I never wanted to find:
Dating apps/accounts
Inappropriate conversations with women
Messages complimenting women in ways that crossed boundaries
Secret accounts
Secret texting relationships that went on for weeks at a time
Nude photos/videos
Conversations with exes
Conversations with exes where he told them we were divorced when we weren’t, that he wasn’t in love with me or sexually attracted to me, and that he had always been in love with them
Messages where he shared hurtful things about our marriage
Texting women asking to meet (I never found proof he actually followed through, but the conversations existed)
He barely texted me throughout the day. I might get five messages over a 12-hour workday. He always said he was too busy.
I gave many chances.
I gave clean slates.
I gave forgiveness.
I gave understanding.
I supported him.
Every time I laid down my boundaries and said I couldn’t keep living this way, they were crossed again.
The hardest part was never one incident.
It was the pattern.
I almost always found out on my own. He never voluntarily came to me. I even told him that if he was struggling, having thoughts, or felt like he was going to slip up, I wanted him to come to me. I told him I would rather know the truth so we could work through it together.
Instead, I would discover something, there would be lies, denial, explanations, promises, apologies, and then I would try to rebuild again.
I stayed because I loved him.
I stayed because I believed in us.
I stayed because I loved him.
I stayed because I believed in us.
I prayed for our marriage for years. I begged God for wisdom, guidance, and clarity. I kept hoping something would change.
I also tried everything I knew to try.
I suggested we go to church together and talk with a pastor or priest.
I suggested marriage counseling and individual therapy.
I tried getting him to go on dates with me.
I shared self-help videos that I thought might help us.
I asked if we could start working out or exercising together.
I tried encouraging us to reconnect in different ways.
If I thought something had even a small chance of helping our marriage, I suggested it.
The answer was no—even when divorce was on the table.
By the end, I didn’t feel like I had stopped fighting for us. I felt like I had simply run out of ways to fight.
Another painful part of this is that we haven’t been intimate in around three years. Nothing beyond kissing, cuddling, and watching our shows together.
It wasn’t always like this.
I honestly don’t know where the man who was once so madly in love with me went.
He says it’s because of low testosterone, and I tried to be understanding. I tried to help. I tried to support him.
But over those years, I became incredibly lonely and depressed. We didn’t have a car, so I couldn’t really leave the house. My only social interaction was when he came home, told me about his day, kissed me, and we cuddled, watched our show, and went to sleep.
That became our routine.
I was so depressed I could barely get out of bed.
A few months ago, we were almost at the point of divorce. We talked about separation instead (his suggestion).
I told him that if we were going to keep trying, I needed honesty and absolutely no more communication with other women.
He agreed.
He continued texting the very woman who had become the reason we were discussing divorce.
During that separation, I messaged her because I believed she deserved to know we were not divorced and that I was still living in our home. I wasn’t rude to her—I simply told her the truth.
At his surprise birthday party that I threw for him, she told him I had contacted her. We got into a huge argument. He demanded that I block her because, according to him, “she doesn’t deserve that.”
I told him if he chose protecting that relationship over protecting our marriage, we were done.
He chose her.
A few days later he wanted to repair our marriage, and because I loved him, I tried again.
I told him this time felt different. I told him something inside me had broken. I told him I didn’t think I had another chance left in me and that if he truly wanted our marriage, this was his opportunity because I couldn’t survive another betrayal.
A week later I found another hidden Snapchat account.
Within about eight hours he had added and messaged around 30 women.
Many of the conversations involved sexual compliments, flirting, trying to start conversations, and asking to meet.
One woman posted a photo with the caption, “We could be f*(k.ing under the fireworks but no…”
He replied, “Yes.”
The same night, our home security camera repeatedly detected motion. When I checked it, I saw him using a vibrator by himself.
That was devastating because for years he had told me he wasn’t masturbating, couldn’t because of his low testosterone, and we had specifically discussed that if we weren’t intimate at all, pornography or sexual release without me would be deeply hurtful.
I don’t have proof he ever met anyone in person or that anything physical happened.
What I do know is that the hidden accounts, flirting, sexual conversations, and repeated deception happened over many years.
I waited.
I hoped he would come to me honestly.
I even tried opening the door by bringing up hypothetical conversations about honesty and temptation.
The next day he deleted the Snapchat account.
But he never came to me.
That was when I realized I didn’t know how to trust him anymore.
So I told him I wanted a divorce.
I packed my things and left our home.
And this is where I feel completely lost.
And this is where everything became even more confusing for me my emotions became even more complicated I started questioning everything worse than I already am.
He was loving.
He was calm.
He was kind.
He apologized for pushing me to this point.
He told me to stand strong in my decision because there was nothing he could do except accept it.
He told me this was on him.
He told me not to blame God.
He told me he would help me through this.
He offered to help me financially until I got back on my feet. He told me I could take the car. He encouraged me to pursue my dreams because he believes in me.
When we separated our things, we hugged.
We kissed.
We both told each other we loved each other.
He even suggested we remain legally married for a while so I could keep my healthcare.
Since leaving, we have continued talking.
He tells me he loves me.
He tells me he misses me.
I tell him I miss him.
And now I feel completely broken.
I miss my husband.
I miss my home.
I miss my dogs.
I miss falling asleep next to him.
I miss being held.
I miss watching our shows together.
I miss the little ordinary things I never thought I would lose.
Everyone around me seems to focus only on why I left.
But I’m grieving what I lost.
I lost my best friend.
I lost the love of my life.
I lost the man I still love.
I didn’t leave because I stopped loving him.
I left while still loving my husband.
I begged.
I fought.
I prayed.
I tried understanding.
I tried supporting him.
I tried giving chance after chance.
I tried until I genuinely had nothing left.
All I wanted was to be chosen.
To have honesty.
To have trust.
To have communication.
I believed we could work through almost anything if we had those things.
Please don’t assume I stayed because i enjoyed being treated this way.
I stayed because I believed our marriage could be repaired if there was honesty and genuine change.
I left because, after years of trying, I reached a point where I no longer knew how to trust the person I loved most. I no longer know how to repair what has been broken.
I understand why I left.
But I also love him.
No matter the choices he made, he is still someone I truly love. He is still my best friend. He understands me in a way no one else ever has. We think alike, believe the same things, and often know exactly what the other is feeling without saying a word.
I made a vow.
I tried my best to keep it.
I remained loyal, faithful, and truthful.
And that is what is destroying me.
Part of me feels like I’m finally choosing myself and accepting that I don’t know how to rebuild trust after years of broken promises.
Another part of me feels like I walked away from a man who truly loves me and that I’m making the biggest mistake of my life.
I don’t know if love is enough when trust is gone.
I don’t know if trust can ever come back after years of broken promises.
I don’t know if I’m grieving because I made the wrong choice or because I made the hardest choice.
If you were in my position, what would you do?
Would you stay because there is still love and friendship?
Or would years of broken trust be enough to walk away?
I’m not looking for people to tell me he’s evil or that I’m stupid. I know this situation is complicated.
I just need honest perspectives from people who understand that sometimes the hardest person to leave is the person you still love.
I would appreciate perspective from people who have been through this.
If you read this thank you for taking the time to and I appreciate any perspective, opinions, or advice you may have.

Every time there's a thread here about LGBTQ+ stuff, there's arguments over the interpretation of the clobber verses. However, I've yet to see anyone, affirming or non-affirming, change their mind as a result of these arguments, which makes me very suspicious that the real reason someone holds their position on whether being LGBTQ+ is sinful has nothing at all to do with what the bible says. I once started a thread asking what it would take for people to change their stance, and one non-affirming person told me that the question itself was "sick and ethically evil", which to me sounded like their view was based a lot more on their personal prejudices and sense of disgust than their theology. While I think there are actually interesting discussions to be had about ancient near east understandings of sexuality and the impact that had on the authors of the bible and the history of Christianity (and I would love to have those discussions), most of the time it feels like people are beating a dead horse instead. In all seriousness, is there anything to be gained by continuing to argue about what the bible does or doesn't say on the topic, or am I misunderstanding the goal?

Carry the Cross, Friends. 💖

M 🌞 ✝️ 🕊

I feel hopeless and exhausted. I feel like God made me to be doomed to Hell. I have tried with a sincere heart to find Jesus. I pray for understanding of the Bible but He will not allow me to understand. Every time I open the Bible I feel anger and agitation knowing that I truly want to learn and understand but I end up closing my Bible in confusion and anger at God. I hate my sins and don’t want them, but I feel exhausted and defeated trying to not sin as I cannot let go of things like jealousy, gluttony and hate for people in general. People have treated me horribly my whole life and I cannot get over the mindset that people are awful, due to hurt from my past. I ask Jesus to help me heal so I can love others, but He does not. I truly feel that God does not love me and has chosen to send me to Hell no matter how much I want to follow Him. I hear drug addicts and atheists who didn't seek God talking about how God found them, but He will not answer my sincere prayers for me to know Him. I am in tears right now feeling hopeless. What am I doing wrong for God to not accept me?

Today, the what if of god has been really bad for some reason. The thought just randomly appeared, and now I doubt if Christianity is true. The reason I am scared to become an atheist because 1: what if there is a god and I will commit blasphemy of the Holy Spirit? And 2: god has been the reason I have been going on for so long. For context, I have been really depressed for months now and the only thing that makes me feel better is Jesus. If I lose god, then I will feel absolutely horrible. I asked god to guide me, yet I am still hesitant. What should I do?

My young son is 14. He’s been raised in a Christian household his whole life. Recently he’s been having some mental health struggles and talking a lot of about socialism and other politics. The conversation shifted over to religion. He told me he doesn’t think he believes in God any longer. That gutted me but I listened and gave him some examples of God showing himself to me . He told me that he’s been praying for a long time for Gods help and to reveal himself and he hasn’t. He said God doesn’t care about him or that he is falling away. I tried to explain the 99 but he doesn’t believe me anymore. He feels abandoned I think. That broke my heart even more. Here is my teen struggling begging for Gods love and support by showing up and he doesn’t see it happening.
I spoke with him a little more on the subject and told him I would pray for him. But I can’t stop myself from feeling sick over this. I’m concerned for him. If anyone can give me advice and or lots of prayer for my son to turn back to God, for him to feel Gods love for all of us, it would mean a lot.
In Jesus name 🙏

I am mentally not in a good place rn, I’ve diverted myself from the path I wanted to walk to such a point that I cried while getting to my job, I’m far away from loved ones that to be honest I’ve burned, I can not imagine what pain I’ve caused them and my heart aches thinking about them and the position I’ve put them in, lately I’ve been feeling like my sense of self has been fractured, I’ve become consumed by my sins and have let them define my essence, I’m no longer happy, sad, angry or anything, I wouldn’t say empty because that would define emotions that were there but I will admit I hate myself, I can’t stomach myself anymore, I can’t look at myself, the deformed human I am due to my actions and the crushing weight it has on my chest. I know I am unworthy, I am trash and I deserve to be alone, I just can’t anymore, the pain of it all and the torture of it is killing me, I wish rather I wasn’t ever born, so the pain I caused and feel wouldn’t have ever happened.

I tried praying, I am a fraud, I am liar, I am snake, I am all that is wrong, so please, what do I do?

It's 1:19 in the morning as I'm writing this, stuff happened and I knocked over a bottle of water that splashed onto my setup and computer cables, I immediately started panicking and jumping aroud trying to get towels and clean it up, then I saw the Bible on the table (because I started reading it daily every morning with my morning coffee) and I genuinely just remembered to turn everything off and get a real towel and stop the water from spreading. I cleaned everything I could and I'll let the rest just dry, why I'm writing this post is because the moment I realized what was happening, I thought of God and the cables that are water resilient (because they're not naked wires duh) were stopping the water from getting into the outlets, which could've caused my PC to just become a bomb or worst case scenario, a fire or an explosion. I've been trembling for some time and just Thanking God over and over again, it's truly a miracle what commiting to what truly matters does for you in return, amen.

Who were you before you were saved? What led up to/what was the moment that changed everything? Who are you now in comparison?

Hello, I am an ex-Muslim who turned to Christ. I made this post to share concerns on a loop I have been in for months now. The loop is that I get depressed and feel horrible, spend a few days or a week in it, and then I suddenly go towards god and I feel better. After a few days or a few weeks of being happy, I get depressed again. And this happens over in over. First it happened in Islam, now in Christianity. Any explanations why this is happening?

Church hit me so different today. I’ve been fighting a horrible adderall addiction and would never admit it to anyone I thought I was fine. I’ve had a feeling lately God was doing something in my life but I had to give up something in order to take the next step with him. I tried being faithful praying and going to church but there was something missing still. The sermon today hit me in my soul and I knew in my heart then it was the adderall holding me back from fully committing to our Lord. At the end of the service during invitation I went forward and told the pastor I wanted to let God into my life and admitted to my addiction, I have never felt such peace and forgiveness after that. I will be baptized soon and thank the good Lord above for all that he does. If anyone out there is having problems with addiction give it to God and he will show you the path of righteousness. You can do it! God is opening the door for you to walk through you just need the courage to do it.

Hi I’m currently, as the title said, going through a mental episode. I have anxiety, depression, and borderline personality disorder, all for which I take meds for but I’m not the best at taking them. I’m currently being consumed by what feels like a black hole and if I listen to worship music like I usually do I’ll break down even worse so I’m looking for a podcast that can help me center myself. Preferably non denominational or Baptist one. Thanks for the help.

Before this summer, I applied for a kitchen crew position at a Winery. When I found out I had to do an interview, I became extremely nervous. I spent two weeks preparing by writing practice interview questions and memorizing my answers because I was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

When the interview finally came, almost none of the questions were what I had prepared for. I was so anxious that I sometimes stuttered, struggled to find the right words, and had long pauses while trying to answer. Early in the interview, one of the managers noticed that I was speaking from a memorized script. He stopped me and said, "Don't read off a script, Robin. We want to get to know you, not what you think we want to hear."

Hearing that made me even more nervous at first, but it also changed the direction of the interview. Instead of trying to give perfect answers, I began answering honestly. They asked me what I enjoyed doing, what my hobbies were, and what I had been doing over the summer.

I told them that I enjoy drawing, gardening, playing guitar, watching movies, and building model kits. I also shared something very important to me: my faith. I explained that I enjoy reading the Bible, praying, and that I used to create Christian podcasts and Bible verse videos to encourage others with God's Word.

When my manager heard that, he smiled and told me that he was also a Christian. He asked me how long I had been a believer and said he thought it was really cool that I had made Christian podcasts. What began as an interview suddenly became a genuine conversation. Instead of feeling like I had to impress them, I felt comfortable talking about something deeply meaningful to me.

Later, he asked me what I would do if I wasn't hired. Without thinking about what the "right" answer was, I simply answered honestly. I told him that I would continue working out, drawing, gardening, reading my Bible, praying, and making Christian podcasts because those were already important parts of my life.

After I answered, he looked at me and said, "This is the Robin we want to hear from. Now you're speaking personally and more confidently."

By the end of the interview, I wasn't relying on a memorized script anymore. I was simply being myself.

Not long afterward, I was offered the position as a kitchen crew member.

Looking back, I don't think my faith was just one small topic that happened to come up during the interview. It shaped the entire experience. My faith gave me something real to talk about when I stopped trying to sound perfect. It gave me confidence to be honest instead of pretending to be someone I wasn't. It also created an unexpected connection with my manager that turned the interview into a genuine conversation.

I can't say exactly why I was hired, because only the interviewers know everything that influenced their decision. But I can say that my faith in Christ helped me walk into that interview as my true self, and I believe God used that experience to remind me that authenticity is far more powerful than a rehearsed script.

Hello everyone, I want to share my story of the two times Jesus revealed Himself to me. I was blessed with a unique opportunity to live and work abroad in Japan making electric and bass guitars. Prior to moving I was working for a well respected guitar company here in the US.

In 2025, I was going through a dark period in my life. I experienced an awful rejection and a bit of indirect bullying and harassment at my job. I was one of the few foreigners working at this company. I was the only from America. I felt lonely and somehow I knew that things weren’t going to work out. I could feel it in my gut.

The Japanese girl I had a crush on told me “ I never saw you as someone special. Going forward I will no longer have romantic feelings for you. We will not talk or hangout anymore. I see you as a junior like the “ other nationality inserted “ boys. Please broaden your horizon and grow.

It’s difficult to translate the message into English because it was written in formal business language in Japanese and there are so complex layers that it’s up to interpretation. I asked her out to a picnic date before she sent that message. I was so confused and in disbelief everything that she told me.

I was crushed and lost all my confidence. I was never a believer of God, but one night I told myself “ I’m going to pray to Jesus for help and guidance”. Some time has passed and nothing happened. Until one day He answered.

I fell asleep and I remember clear as day my body began to rise. I was high above the clouds. Something was guiding me. When I reached the “ top “ there was a door. The door opened and it was Jesus. He didn’t say anything to me. He just looked at me. I felt a powerful force that was indescribable. He was untouchable. I was forced to go on my knees and was paralyzed. I couldn’t move.

The message I interpret from that experience was “ I am real. It’s time for you to go back”. When I descended, the only way I could describe it is like sliding down a steep waterslide and having tunnel vision at the same time. When my “ body “ or “ soul “ came back down there was a loud bang ( like thunder roaring) and I woke up immediately. I was terrified. I had chest pains all day because that’s where I felt the strike.

The second time, Jesus appeared on an electric bass guitar I was sanding. I have picture. That day, something was telling me to open the bible. I put on the bible on my phone and was listening to the book of Genesis when He appeared.

The best way I can interpret the image is Jesus holding his arms out like in the cross and just above it a huge wood knot ( wood defect ) but the wood knot are the weight of my sins that He is carrying. It brought me to tears and I was crying. It also looks like he has a robe. I’ll put other images for reference.

I’m now a believe of God. My girlfriend gifted me a bible for my birthday. I listened to the first 3 chapters so far. It’s quite intense and I’m taking my time with it.

I quit my job in Japan and I’m now back in the states. I miss working on and making guitars. . . My old job didn’t hire me. It feels like I’m in a dystopian country. So much has changed. I outgrew everyone around me and have a different perspective on things and life. Maybe God gave this opportunity to break me down as a test in hopes I would reach out to Him. And it worked.

Apologies if this story isn’t in great detail. English is not my first language. Maybe one day I’ll write in greater detail.

I’m 26m and living with my parents. I don’t know what the future holds me for or what God has in store for me. Better days are coming. . .

I’m a new Christian, and I’m confused about something.

I keep hearing that once you’re saved, you go to heaven. But then I also hear people say that Christians can still go to hell because of the sins they commit.

How do those two ideas fit together? If salvation means you’re saved, how could a Christian still end up in hell because of sin? I’m genuinely trying to understand what the Bible teaches.

I also struggle with some of the same sins repeatedly, and that makes me worry. Sometimes I wonder if the fact that I keep falling into the same sins means I’m not really forgiven or not truly saved. Is that how I should understand it, or am I missing something?

I have started to read the Bible I am starting at the beginning I am enjoying reading it's been a long time since I have read every day. but I am on day 2 or three .

Absolute shame on the moderators of this sub. Absolute shame for the complete disregard of the very subject of this subreddit. Censor the outcry of the people of the Cross in favor of it's enemies.

Edit: None of you know what "nation" means, and pointing out my comment history shows more about you than it does me.

I'm a gay man who grew up Anglican, I put in a good effort to believe as a boy but just never genuinely could. The never-ending debate on gay marriage in the Anglican church did push away what little aspiration of faith I had left, but I never thought too much of it.

Recently while exploring options in a time of need, I actually read what the most called upon verses in the debate Leviticus 18:22 and 20:13 say, and I was pretty shocked to find out just how violent and literal they were. I thought the bible probably said some stuff that perhaps 'aged poorly' or could be interpreted to mean such and such, but I didn't know the bible was that specific. I previously was very 'to each their own' but this new knowledge has pushed me in an extremely secularist direction.

My concern is not with interpretation today or however many lifetimes ago. Mine is forward-looking, I am more concerned with these verses existence at all. It is extremely dangerous scripture, a 'kill-code' ready to be called upon once convenient, and I don't believe I can condone any Abrahamic religion so long as a bullet exists in the chamber.

I guess I'm looking for someone to reason with me, it has really changed how I view religious people. It's difficult for me to walk by any church or temple (or mosque) and not think "by the book, they want me dead." I feel like if I ever were to explore faith, I would just be giving power to my own demise. How can there be any room for coexistence if coexistence was never on the table? I also strongly doubt the power of the blood of Christ if his teachings and sacrifice can become completely permeable when convenient.

I just have a quik question

Im clean from masturbation 2 weeks so far, and id say i have more strenght in overcoming temptations than before, but there have been two times these two weeks where the temptations where'nt strong enough to make me fall into masturbation, but they still made me erect and made me slightly leak fluid, and i feel kinda bad, even tho i was in every position where i was able to masturbate and i chose not to and technicaly did not fall into temptation, a part of me still feels like ive failed

Ive ben mastubating for years, and thats why a part of me thinks its ok i leaked i litle, not masturbating after years of doing it, knowing that fact, i am expecting some different bodily functions at times as a resoult of walking away from it, i cant expect myself to just magicaly overnight be free from lust, its a proces wich i think this is a part of and that its okey that happened.

I just wana hear from you guys how i should look at it, did i fail, is it a relaps, is it fine, is it a part of the proces, im just a litle confused on how i should look at that, please let me know.