Tag: #EveWasSetUp

  • They told us Eve fell first.

    They told us Mary Magdalene was a whore.

    And they were wrong about both.

    In Part I, I said it straight: Adam went silent.

    God gave him the command. God trusted him to lead, to teach, to protect. But when the moment came, he just… stood there. No voice. No warning.

    And Eve—set up with incomplete knowledge—took the fall.

    But here’s the kicker: God didn’t scream. He didn’t smite.

    He prophesied redemption in the curse.

    And that redemption? It wouldn’t come through Adam.

    It would come through a woman.

    🕊️ Eve and Mary Magdalene: The Bookends of Redemption

    Let’s fast-forward to Golgotha.

    The male disciples? Gone. Hiding. Running.

    But at the foot of the cross, through blood and agony, stood Mary the mother of Jesus—and Mary Magdalene.

    They didn’t flinch.

    They didn’t flee.

    They didn’t need titles or thrones or pulpits.

    They had presence. They had loyalty.

    And in a world ruled by patriarchy and empire, that was a revolution all its own.

    Jesus saw them.

    And in that final hour, He turned to the one disciple still there—John (or possibly Simon depending on which gospel you read)—and said:

    “Woman, behold your son. Son, behold your mother.”

    That wasn’t just family reassignment.

    It was spiritual realignment.

    He was saying: “This woman is not a footnote. She is the heart of the story now.”

    🌪️ Mary Magdalene: The First Evangelist

    And what about Magdalene?

    The woman history smeared.

    The one preachers labeled “the prostitute” to make her repentance sexier.

    But the Gospels? They don’t call her that.

    She had demons, yes—seven of them. But haven’t we all?

    And it was Mary Magdalene—not Peter, not James, not any of the so-called “pillars”—

    who stood at the tomb.

    Who wept.

    Who saw angels.

    Who saw the resurrected Christ.

    And it was to her He said:

    “Go and tell them…”

    She became the first evangelist.

    The message was trusted to a woman.

    And maybe, just maybe, that was the reversal all along.

    ⚔️ The Redemption Code: A Saint Dirty Face Confession

    Let me make this plain:

    Redemption never comes through polished sermons or pristine reputations.

    It comes through the wounded, the watched, the written-off.

    It comes through Eve, blamed and broken.

    Through Mary, mocked and misunderstood.

    Through the ones who stayed when the strong ran off.

    This isn’t just theology. This is legacy.

    This is the reversal of silence.

    This is what it looks like when God rewrites the narrative.

    And that, my friends, is the Wonder Twins of Redemption—

    Two women. One garden. One tomb.

    Both witnesses to a God who trusted them more than the men ever did.

    💥 Saint Dirty Face Closer:

    “Your faith isn’t clean—and that’s exactly why it’s real. Redemption isn’t about reputation. It’s about who stayed.”

  • He stood there.

    Silent.

    The serpent spoke. Eve listened. Adam watched.

    The original sin wasn’t just the bite —

    it was the silence of the man who knew better.

    Adam, the one to whom God gave the direct command,

    stood back, watching his wife carry the weight

    of incomplete knowledge into battle

    against a cunning enemy.

    The arrogance wasn’t Eve’s curiosity —

    it was Adam’s passivity.

    It was man’s ego saying,

    “Let’s see how this plays out.

    Maybe I’m above this.

    Maybe it’s not my fight.”

    But it was his fight.

    And when the dust settled,

    he didn’t shield her.

    He didn’t stand between her and consequence.

    He just pointed —

    “The woman you gave me…”

    🔥 The Redemption Flip 🔥

    Fast-forward centuries.

    Another garden.

    Another man.

    But this time,

    the man — Jesus —

    doesn’t stand silent.

    He sweats blood.

    He pleads for his people.

    He stretches out his arms,

    takes the blame,

    and becomes the shield Adam never was.

    And who’s at the foot of the cross?

    Not Peter.

    Not James.

    Not the sons of thunder.

    It’s the women.

    Mother Mary & Mary Magdalene.

    The ones who didn’t run,

    who didn’t need to be the loudest,

    but were the last standing

    when redemption rewrote the fall.

    🌹 Final Mic Drop 🌹

    Adam’s silence echoed through history,

    but grace answered back louder.

    Eve wasn’t the villain.

    She was the first heart caught in the crossfire

    of a man’s unspoken failure.

    And God?

    He didn’t scrap the story —

    He rewrote it

    with blood, with mercy,

    and with the same women

    history tried to blame.

    ⚡ Saint Dirty Face⚡

    Faith, dirty grace, and a whole lotta whiskey, regret, and resurrection.

    We don’t do clean stories here — we do real ones.

    Stay wild. Stay messy. Stay redeemed.