Daily Archives: January 11, 2016

Another One Bites The Dust; Or, The Real Meaning Of Mercy

Not sure this one here got the message....

The death of David Bowie was everywhere today, and the Buggers Broadcasting Communism have not missed the occasion to show some revolting pics.

Bowie's clearly perverted mind was amply publicised. Wikipedia has the quote about his being peeved at not being completely atheist, and his experiments with Buddhism (note to the readers: many Buddhists are atheists). This is the man who used to introduce his former wife joking about the fact that they knew each other because they were “f*****g the same bloke”. Go figure.

But did the man change in the end? Did a death which certainly announced itself many months in advance (what a great chance! What a great grace! What wonderful…. Mercy!) helped him to obtain a Christian death? I very much doubt. The fact that a 69 years old is more worried with publishing a new album three days before his death than with uttering one Christian word about his future destination does not make one (cough) very optimistic.

I always found David Bowie disgusting and repulsive; even in that age in which many seem to consider a duty to side with everything that is wrong and horrible. Still, it would have been a great personal consolation to know that even a walking rubbish bin like Bowie could publicly convert and choose the right side in the end; it would, by the way, have been a great victory for Christianity.

Here we see, my dear readers, the real meaning of Mercy. Mercy was extended to him up to the very last moment. So much so, that If he sincerely repented and believed, it is reasonable to think that Bowie escaped hell. Alas, it does not seem reasonable to think that he repented and believed. Therefore – and bar a miracle that can never be excluded, but would be naive beyond stupidity to assume – it is very reasonable to think that, even as I write this, Bowie is already in the terrifying company of so many people he knew and who preceded him there; of whom – I cannot but think – one in particular must have greeted him with the very bitter words:

“Another one bites the dust”

Mercy was extended to Bowie up to his last breath. If he accepted this wonderful gift and died with a perfect contrition, he saved his sorry ass in the end, and we all rejoice for this. This is the great Mercy of the Lord; it is so big and generous, that it will be extended even to a David Bowie until the very last moment.

But if the “man” (I am feeling generous today) refused to accept the great gift extended to him, and died unrepentant and in enmity with Christ, then there is only one conclusion: the man is suffering eternal torment now, as I write this, and there is nothing he can do for it. Time's up, Davie boy. “Life in Hell” could be a great title for the next album.

He who spits on God's mercy will discover the folly of his action when it's too late.

Say your three “eternal rest” for the man, at least for the sake of his poor guardian angel.

And then shudder at thinking where the man is, very probably, now as I write this.



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