The United Church of Canada typifies the apostates mask-erading as “Christians” during COVIDCon. Oh, they masqueraded long before the plandemic, but their heresies have plunged to new and horrifying depths. Substituting “social justice” for the Gospel and pretending sodomites can marry no longer contents these sinners, so the pompous “Right Reverend Richard Bott,” “Moderator of the United Church of Canada,” has penned “A Prayer for Putting on a Mask.” Yes. To wild applause from his fellow recreants:
Creator, as I prepare to go into the world,
Yo, Buddy: you never left it. You are patently in it and of it.
help me to see the sacrament
I bet you think “child care” is “infrastructure,” too, don’t you?
in the wearing of this cloth –
“It truly is a holy diaper,” sighed Doug Newman, who alerted me to this drivel.
let it be “an outward sign of an inward grace” –
If that isn’t blasphemy, it’s dangerously close.
a tangible and visible way of living love for my neighbours, as I love myself.
Ol’ Bott is big on loving ourselves; he prattles elsewhere that “the starting point of the church” is “To help people to enter into and deepen their relationship with God … How do we do that? With the most radical love that we know: a true love of Holy Mystery, a true love of ourselves, and a true love of all other parts and people in God’s creation.”
That may be the starting point for Bott’s fan club of one, but it has nothing to do with the Church Militant. Nowhere does the Bible extol self-love; at best, it recognizes that we do indeed put ourselves first in all things and radically—though not radically enough for Bott and other Marxists—commands us to exalt our neighbor to that same level. But “a true love of ourselves”? Get thee behind me, Satan.
Christ, since my lips will be covered, uncover my heart,
that people would see my smile in the crinkles around my eyes.
Imagine wickedness so profound that it glosses over this assault on our humanity.
Since my voice may be muffled, help me to speak clearly, not only with my words, but with my actions.
Oh, those actions speak volumes, Bott, I assure you, and every one worse than the last.
Holy Spirit, as the elastic touches my ears, remind me to listen carefully –and full of care –to all those I meet.
I may barf. Notice Bott’s substitution of “being nice” for warning the unrepentant of their danger and eternal separation from God.
May this simple piece of cloth be shield and banner, and each breath that it holds,
And all the microbes and other germs, too?
be filled with your love.
Like termites, Marxists burrowed into churches and hollowed them out for decades before the plandemic. Is it any wonder that such Goats and their congregations caved completely and immediately last year?
7:28 am on June 12, 2021
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