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The Tribe Stone: When I Saw His Eyes Introduction to the Poem This poem was written now, while I’m back at Sundholm — a place that holds both painful and holy memories for me. It’s where I once saw Jesus in a vision so real, His eyes like living crystals, His skin like sunlight on earth, and His presence full of compassionate love. Just days after that encounter, I met my husband — right here. Some people might say I should have chosen someone with money, a "better life." But who AM I to judge and ask for what I dont have to give? I believe there’s a reason God outshined him to me on those stairs that night and told me heres a wing to lie under in safety. I still belive theres A reason we both found each other, even sleeping on the streets, some might say is not the time. But in the storm true love is all that can keep us calm. Now, we're back here again — but this time, we have a room. We’re indoors. And I'm so thankful. People call Him Jesus, or...

Why I Choose Christ Over Catholicism: My Journey to True Faith For years, I struggled with the expectations placed upon me by my mother and the Catholic traditions she tried to impose. From childhood, I was surrounded by kaos and wickedness contrasted with religious symbols and rituals that never felt right in my spirit. I wore a dress embroidered with the Jesuit logo my mother had ordered in Poland to iniciate us in the cult at a very young age, the sunburst symbol with the letters IHS. At the time, I had no idea what it truly meant, but now, I see it for what it is — a false light pretending to be of Christ. When I look at the teachings of Jesus, I see a Savior who never demanded elaborate rituals, sacraments, or intermediaries. He was direct, personal, and loving. He invited the poor, the broken, the outcast — not those who stood on pedestals or claimed spiritual authority over others. Jesus said, "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except throu...

World War 2 Ended in 1989... If You Ask Some Poles Poles celebrate their freedom mainly on  June 4th , which marks the anniversary of the  first partially free elections in 1989 —a peaceful turning point that led to the fall of communism in Poland. This date is often seen as the true beginning of modern Polish democracy.* Danish and Russian translations 🇩🇰🇷🇺👇👇 I’m from Poland, and I grew up with my grandmother, Agnieszka Szmagliska. I lived with her from my birth in 1990 until I was almost seven years old. I was the only child in the household since my mother had already moved to Denmark with her other children—how she did it, I don't know, but I remember something about a marriage, so it might have been through that or possibly by other means. During those early years, I remember the poor post-war times. Most Poles were poor, and everything still felt like it was being rebuilt. It felt as though the Second World War hadn’t truly ended for us until 1989. In schoo...

JUDGMENT OR HEALTHY SEPARATION? 🌱🙏 Sharing my thoughts on why we choose to separate ourselves from certain spaces. This is not about judgment, but about protecting our peace and following our calling. If you read with an open heart, you’ll understand. 🌱🙏 Yes, we choose to separate ourselves from the world—especially from places where alcohol is consumed and animals are eaten—as much as possible. Not because we judge you. We were once like you. But we don’t want to go back to how we felt when we lived that way. When we are invited to meals (which rarely happens), we often find there’s no food for us. If we bring our own, people get offended. Jokes about killing, eating, and abusing animals are common. Some think we can just eat meat or vegetarian food “for one day” to please them. But it doesn’t work like that. Just as you might avoid a church or a table full of dog or cat corpses, we are free to avoid tables where pigs, lambs, and chickens have been sacrificed. We also ...