Name: Emily. Age: 22. I am a: Tennessee native. Catholic. Writer. Fangirl. Bookworm. Hufflepuff. INFP. Fiction addict. Elephant enthusiast. Body positive. Music fiend. A work in progress. I like things to be all whimsical and shit. I make no excuses for my insanity. For a more detailed explanation of the mess that is this blog, see Who Am I?
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This specifically refers to a hand striking the side of a person’s face, tells quite a different story when placed in it’s proper historical context. In Jesus’s time, striking someone of a lower class ( a servant) with the back of the hand was used to assert authority and dominance. If the persecuted person “turned the other cheek,” the discipliner was faced with a dilemma. The left hand was used for unclean purposes, so a back-hand strike on the opposite cheek would not be performed. Another alternative would be a slap with the open hand as a challenge or to punch the person, but this was seen as a statement of equality. Thus, by turning the other cheek the persecuted was in effect putting an end to the behavior or if the slapping continued the person would lawfully be deemed equal and have to be released as a servant/slave.
THAT makes a lot more sense, now, thank you.
When I was younger we lost a bird to a broken foot
And I cried for days until mum cupped my face and said
‘if you keeping loving so much you’ll spend your entire life digging yourself out of the heart cavities of people who do not love you in the same way.’
And then, I couldn’t tell her that we talk about losing naïveté like shedding weight as though it’s the best thing that could happen to us and nobody told me that it’s okay to fall headfirst into people and if they move out the way, well it’s okay to collide with the floor too
Trust me, they’ll talk about loving carefully, like it’s picking your way through a dark field at night and no one told me that loving is not dangerous or shy
but grabbing fistfuls of rasberry’s and trying to fit as many as possible into your mouth or apple bobbing or those dumb trust exercise they make you do at workshops
It’s about falling, irregardless of scraped knees or broken arms or bruised bones and even bruised hearts it’s all about falling
and getting right back up again.
Diane Setterfield, “The Thirteenth Tale”