Ваш доживљај хришћанског у популарној култури...

[Аурор]

From his hands it came down
From the side it came down
From the feet it came down
And ran to the ground
Between heaven and hell
A teardrop fell

In the deep crimson dew
The Tree of life grew

[Рапсоди]

https://mojtv.hr/film/1358/16-blokova.aspx

Филм " 16 Блок " из 2006. 

Писала на другим темама о филму, мрзи ме да понаваљам. Могу само рећи да је фантастичан, без икакавих назнака који би упућивали на хришћански садржај. Холивудски акциони трилер.    

[Рапсоди]

 

[Матусал]

Мене Тhe Matrix асоциорао на неке јевањђелске принципе, на вечност као најприсутнију стварност а ми као да постојимо изван ње у неком сну или заносу.

 

 

[goranger]

Jn 15:13

[Lady Godiva]

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And the worst part is there's no one else to blame

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Ouch, I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah, I think that I might break
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

[goranger]

 

[Рапсоди]

пре 29 минута, Desiderius Erasmus рече

Stvarno je odličan! Sa izrazito hrišćanskom porukom. Preporuka.

Једна занимљивост , случајност или не, да је  " 16 Блок "  снимљен исте године када и Острво од П.Л. 

 

[Grizzly Adams]

пре 2 часа, jedan čovjek рече

Hrišćanstvo na sicilijanski način

Легендарна сцена! Генијално урађено, сваки пут кад гледам најежим се.

[Натан]

 

[АлександраВ]

 

[Натан]

А од фолк културе ова: 

 

[Натан]

Што се кафанске културе тиче, ова:

 

[Саласије]

 

Thank God for a beauty like you
She's my natural beauty

Respectively covering flesh
On a sunny day, long breaths
Comfortable without drawing attention
In a nursery rehearsing the commandments
Man hints towards advancement
She's advanced, been through the muck
Far from a nun and no lady luck
Earns an honest buck, dignity
Not concerned if she's digging me
The love she gives is sisterly
The love I give back is brotherly
Praise God, it's all in the family
Seen around her worst, that's the best
Five hour combos on the phone, get some rest
Wakeup call, have a nice day
By the way, did you pray?

Chorus (4x)

Meek.. strong, not weak
A good listener whenever a friend speaks
Out of love comes rebuke
Words to encourage Matthew, Mark, and Luke
Yes or not, not maybe
She's a mother to her baby
A dukeless daisy
Don't fall, grow in love
Too busy feeding off The Word, no time for club
Nor desire, He takes us higher
Than a bomb load, it's been a long road
Keep travelling till we get home
At times it might seem, but we're never alone
No flowmantic, don't panic
God's with you everywhere
When I go, He's there
Be with him and everything will be fine
Put God first, because you're his before mine

Chorus (4x)

I'm not stuck on what you're not
I see what made you
A strong backbone
Tearing at the sermon
You know you could do better
The word hit home through a Godgiven messanger
Everyday a new declaration
Everyday change thought into action
Already a mommy, it comes naturally
And that's the beauty
Organizing activities
Enjoys giving
Sacrificing paydays with volunteering
You're an encouragement, keep it going
May God continue to bless you... (pause)

 

[Paradoksologija]

The Second Coming
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   
The falcon cannot hear the falconer; 
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; 
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, 
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
The ceremony of innocence is drowned; 
The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity. 

Surely some revelation is at hand; 
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.   
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi 
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.   
The darkness drops again; but now I know   
That twenty centuries of stony sleep 
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?