Protestantism is one of the major groupings within Christianity. It has been defined as "any of several church denominations denying the universal authority of the Pope and affirming the Reformation principles of justification by faith alone, the priesthood of all believers, and the primacy of the Bible as the only source of revealed truth" and, more broadly, to mean Christianity outside "of a Catholic or Eastern church". It is a movement that began in Germany in the early 16th century as a reaction against medieval Roman Catholic doctrines and practices, especially in regards to salvation, justification, and ecclesiology. The doctrines of the over 33,000 Protestant denominations vary, but most include the Ten Commandments, justification by grace through faith alone, known as Sola Gratia and Sola Fide respectively, the priesthood of all believers, and the Bible as the supreme authority in matters of faith and morals, known as Sola Scriptura, Latin for "by scripture alone".
In the 16th century, the followers of Martin Luther established the evangelical (Lutheran) churches of Germany and Scandinavia. Reformed churches in Hungary, Scotland, Switzerland and France were established by John Calvin and other reformers such as Huldrych Zwingli. In addition, John Knox established a Calvinist communion in the Church of Scotland and also the Reformed Church in Hungary. The Church of England became independent of papal authority and influenced by some Reformation principles. There were also reformation movements throughout continental Europe known as the Radical Reformation which gave rise to the Anabaptist, Moravian, and other pietistic movements.
What does it take to hate your own children?
What does it take to hate your own children?
What does it take to hate your own children?
What does it take to hate your own children?
What does it take to hate your own children?
Plot
In an anonymous Dutch village, a sturdy, strong-willed matriarch looks back upon her life, the generations of family and friends gathered around her table, and ponders the cyclical nature of time.
Keywords: absent-father, ancestor, angel-statue, angel-statue-with-moving-wings, art-school, artichoke, atheism, atheist, baby, baby-in-a-coffin
A motion picture that celebrates everything you love about life.
Antonia: This is no time for Schopenhauer. This is important.
Danielle: Mama, I want a baby.::Antonia: How about a husband to go with it?::Danielle: No.
Boer Bas: My sons need a mother.::Antonia: I don't need your sons.::Boer Bas: You don't need a husband?::Antonia: What for?
Verteller: The proverb is wrong. Time does not heal all wounds. It merely softens the pain and blurs the memories.
Antonia: So life begins, without knowing where it came from or why it exists. But why? Because life wants to live.
Plot
The night of August 24, 1572, is known as the Massacre of St. Bartholomew. In France a religious war is raging. In order to impose peace a forced wedding is arranged between Margot de Valois, sister of the immature Catholic King Charles IX, and the Hugenot King Henri of Navarre. Catherine of Medici maintains her behind-the-scenes power by ordering assaults, poisonings, and instigations to incest.
Keywords: 1570s, adultery, based-on-novel, bourbon, catholic, catholic-church, character-name-in-title, christian-religion, decapitation, female-frontal-nudity
[as Henri and Margot walk down the aisle after being married]::Henri: Your mother hates me.::Margot: Yours hated me.::Henri: Yours *killed* mine.
Charles IX: One who gives life is no longer a mother once she takes that life back.
Margot: La Mole would die for us!::Henri: For *us*?::Margot: Yes, for us.::Henri: He'd die for another night with you.
Anjou: Welcome to the family Henri; it's a bit peculiar but not that bad.
Coconnas: You come for the wedding?::La Môle: No. That Margot is an evil whore. The wedding shames us all.
La Môle: You smelt of jasmine that morning. I thought: maybe she's ugly under her mask. Or disfigured. But it didn't matter. You wouldn't let me kiss you. [they kiss] I thought, she's even lonelier than me. She loves as though she is seeking revenge.
La Môle: Promise me something. They say death always took your lovers. They say you lock their hearts in gold boxes around your bed.::Margot: They do? What else? That at night, wearing a mask, I roam the city, looking for love?::La Môle: One day you'll know who you really are. Promise you won't forget me... the one you shouldn't have loved.::Margot: I promise.
Catherine de Médicis: [to Henri de Navarre] The Protestants believe you betrayed them. They can't understand. What is betrayal but one's skill in following the flow of events?
Catherine de Médicis: I love my three children. I mean, all four of them.
Le Cardinal: Henri de Bourbon, do you take Marguerite de Valois as your wife?::Henri: I do.::Le Cardinal: Marguerite de Valois, do you take Henri de Bourbon, King of Navarre, as your husband? [there is a pause] Marguerite de Valois, do you take... In the name of God, and His Holy Church, I join you in matrimony.
Domine exaudi orationem meam. Domine exaudi orationem
meam.
I always wanted to be a Catholic…but, I was cursed in
being a Protestant.
Oh the life…to recite the right words I should pray.
Oh the life…to not have to decide what to wear
everyday.
But, I am just a snake handler, emotion-as-a-drug
dealer, a tv pitch wheeler screamer.
I make it all up as I go. Then, sell it as a video. See
Betty at the tape table, tape table.
I’m in love with an Irish boy whose penetrating eyes
pierce my chest and steal my breath.
Inter
With myrhh
In moonlight,
Eternal Passion Song.
Lecturn
in stained
glass sunlight,
place grace upon my tongue.
Domine exaudi orationem meam.
Where I’m from everyone is catholic…but, somehow I was
born being protestant.
All my life, it was meetings in basements and abandoned
schools.
All my life, it was windowless, sound-baffled, beige,
barren rooms.
But, I would see them in the evenings going to their
special teachings and hear next-day- storytellings.
This is where the first line’s drawn and you can feel
which side you’re on. Still,
robes and smoke leave me in awe, so in awe.
I love an Italian boy with a beatific touch. Place your
hands where it’s relevant.
Inter
With myrhh
In moonlight,
Eternal Passion Song.
Lecturn
in stained
glass sunlight,
place grace upon my tongue.
Place your martyr mouth where my mouth shouts.