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Discussing themes of selflessness and sacrafice further, I understand that the fandom tends to negatively view the comparisons between the Jedi Order and Christianity negatively, but I do think there's some positives in those comparisons.

I see Christian themes in the self-sacrificial ways that specifically Kanan and Ezra act in the face of their own mortality and potential death.

In fact that same theme is seen in Jedi like Yoda and Luke as well. Even Obi-Wan (who we all jokingly call space Jesus).

They are willing to sacrafice their life because their higher power guides them to. They aren't forced to do so, and they know it will involve suffering, but they do it because it's the right thing to do and that's what they've been taught.

Even Ahsoka, who's famously not a Jedi, was willing to die with Anakin.

Kanan accepts that he'll potentially need to sacrafice himself, and Ezra does too. Ezra is upset by it and doesn't want to have to sacrafice himself, but he does. It's screams of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane.

I don't think comparing the Jedi to a selfless figure like Jesus is bad, or drawing parallels between the Order and Christianity is bad either. Rebels itself has always had heavy themes of the Abrahamic religions in it, and I think this is just another great example of it.

And I don't it's all just Christian. I think Star Wars in general is an accumulation of many religions. But Christian parallels between the Jedi Order and Christianity don't always have to be negative, especially when they're there.

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one thing about biblical womanhood posts that I’ve noticed is that when it’s talked about, they still strive to emphasize the aspects that were remarkable situations— they leave a faint taste of feminism in my mouth because they focus on Deborah, the woman raised up to lead because the men wouldn’t; they focus on Jael, the woman who kills a man with a tent spike; a woman dropping a stone, Rahab smuggling Israelites and defying authorities—

And all of these are raised up and praised as the Biblical woman with just a hint of look!! We’re strong!! We’re in the thick of it!! We’re not submissive doormats!!

In one sense, this is true. These are great, godly women. They are our examples.

But in all our striving to remind people of biblical women’s strength, we cannot forget who else are our examples.

We cannot forget Ruth. Ruth who humbled herself and remains loyal with Naomi, submitting herself to God and trusting in His provision. Ruth who lays herself at Boaz’s feet and who sacrifices possibly being a widow soon again for the sake of Naomi’s care and God’s provision.

Martha— one who serves and who desires to serve

Mary— one who sits at Christ’s feet to learn and desires to hear the words of her Lord

Lydia— who insisted on hosting and serving the Lord’s messengers; who would be possibly sacrificing her wealth being a part of the church in Philippi and serving the church

Mary— Jesus’ mother who submitted herself to God’s will, submitted herself to the scorn of her peers, who trusted the Lord to fulfill His promises and whose soul was pierced with a sword

The strength of godly wives who submit though their flesh and curse is contrary— the strength of women who order their homes, are humble, are helpers, are mothers, are servers, are menders, are teachers, are caregivers, are sellers and makers, are students of our Lord.

Don’t confuse gentleness for weakness; nor tenderness for a lack of strength.

Women are strong.

And it’s not because of tent spikes.

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You know what I’m tired of seeing in fantasy novels? Conveniently kind strangers. The ones who take in the hero when he passes out on their doorstep and take care of him for an indeterminate number of days until he regains consciousness in a nice fluffy bed. Give me wary strangers. Strangers who are too afraid to help, who want nothing to do with a hero on his quest. Give me strangers who’ll stitch up the hero’s wounds and then run away as soon as he’s conscious. Give me strangers who pick the hero’s pocket so he wakes up with only his clothes on - and only some of them at that. No more conveniently kind strangers, okay?

But I wanna BE a conveniently kind stranger…

Oh my god this is great. You’re all great people.

The conveniently kind stranger gets invited along sometimes. Because years of heroes crashing at her house has also caused the Henchmen Troops to attack there. And so she defends her house and her injured heroes. And so sometimes they ask her along. “We could use someone like you” But she always declines. She gets a reputation. “If you ever need someone to take care of you, knock on the door with the red paint and the turnip patch.” And the hope and kindness she gives matters. Because heroes come to her with optimism crushed after tough losses and dead friends and after their Beloved Peasant Village has been burned down. And she helps them along, a little bit at a time. And then one day, one of the villians has heard about her too many times, and sends an actual force to take care of her once and for all.

But many of those heroes never forgot about her. And they might not have stayed, and they may not have thanked her,

But they do come back

Well there goes my heart…

I like to think that there is a villain out there, someone at the end of his rope, who has also lost things and places and loved ones and who just needs to talk to someone or he will combust. And in desperation he goes to the person who has foiled his plans time and time again just by being kind.  He fears that he is asking too much, but the sign says she will give aid to anyone.  He stands there in front of the door, hand on the knocker, frozen.  He should just leave.  This was a ridiculous idea.  Like all his ideas.  He should go.  A hero might turn up at any minute, and the last thing he wants to do right now is fight or take a life.  He just wants to feel like someone else cares about him, just wants to feel the calming touch of a hand on his shoulder.  He starts to turn away, but the door opens, and so does the life of the villain.  For who can be touched by grace and be untransformed? 

This keeps getting better and better

People still whisper about the Chosen One who defeated the Great Evil of the Kingdom, all alone, and then disappeared forever. They say she protects the Kingdom to this day, but that’s just a rumour. After all, the Chosen One it’s been decades since someone saw her.

The Kind Stranger always smiles slightly sadly when she patches up a hero rambling about how great the Chosen One was. She’s heard the stories - everyone has. It always sadden her that the heroes who idolise the Chosen One are the ones who insist on going alone, without help or support. They’re the ones who die recklessly for their cause, leaving before they’re healed and without the food she offers.

“The Chosen One never needed help,” they tell her imperiously, “And neither do I.”

Then they leave. Sometimes they die. And the next hero comes to her door.

The Kind Stranger knows that it’s true. The Chosen One never needed help. But she wanted it, desperately wished for a helping hand on long dark nights of travelling or while patching up her own wounds. She wished that rather than people staring at her in fear and wonderment, one of them would offer her a home-cooked meal and night on their hearth. No one ever did. After all, all most people don’t get involved in heroes business. It’s dangerous.

The Kind Stranger knows what that kind of loneliness can do to someone as well. How it eats them from the inside. Years of seeing only destruction, the only hand not helping but hurting - that can destroy hope. It can make you forget what you’re fighting for. And the Kind Stranger knows that if that happens, heroes become villains. No hope can make you terrible things. Heroes who lack kindness can do terrible things. She did terrible things.

So the Kind Stranger covers up the dragon-fire burns and scars from wargs’ claws that she had to patch up herself. She puts the skills she learnt to good use and patches up the young men and women at her door, her hands steady and skilled even in her old age. She gives them all a home cooked meal and a place to remind the heroes of home - just for a bit. She remembers what it’s like to loose everything and so tries to remind the heroes what they are fighting for.

The Kind Stranger equips them with exactly what they need to complete their quest, and no one ever questions how this old woman knows the exact length of rope needed to cross the Dark Canyon or what herbs will prevent the a Southern Tree Rat bite from festering.

She completed her quest years ago and she had done it completely alone. And that had destroyed her more than any villain could. So she stops it from happening. No more heroes will be completely alone anymore. And they’ll live and do good things. Kindness breeds kindness and she knows from experience that is what will truly beat evil in the end.

They say the Chosen One watches over and protects the Kingdom. She does. Just not in the way anyone quite expects.

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