Daily Archives: April 13, 2017
I am reflecting on the process by which a Protestant outfit dies, and even the Only Church is severely damaged. Today, on Maundy Thursday, we will see this process at work everywhere.
First is the Fear of the Lord. People are scared of hell, and behave accordingly. They might do so according to a wrong set of rules, and be more or less culpable for it; but the Fear of the Lord is there. This is, for example, the Church of England of Jane Austin's days.
At some point the fear of the Lord goes out of the window; but the buildings, the ministers, the entire apparatus remains. At this point hell isn't part of the conversation anymore. Once hell is not feared, being good is not anymore obedience to God, but a sugary feeling of being good because one is so beautiful. The Church of England becomes the Church of Social Justice or, more broadly, the Church of Feeling Beautiful.
This is a slippery slope, though, and this desire of feeling beautiful will, after a while, not tolerate any encumbrance or obstacle. Why would one, say, condemn perversion? Because a) it's disgusting to God and b) it's disgusting to us. But once the fear of the Lord is gone a) is out of the window, and once feeling beautiful is the moral imperative this will require willingly ignoring the disgust for perversion, covering its stench with a bigger dose of the new parfume, “Tolerance No 5”. In time, the parfume will be used in such doses that perversion will be forgotten altogether, helped by a new vocabulary (“gay”) and a new moral code (“inclusion”).
At this point even the Church of Social Justice is clearly obsolete, and the Church of Feeling Beautiful has taken over. Every mention of God is now either avoided, or inserted into a completely deformed, actually perverted context: God is now the Great Master Parfumier In The Sky, who encourages and inspires us to choke more and more in the pungent smell of Tolerance No 5, so that we may lose every conscience of the stink surrounding us.
This is now a process common to both the false churches and the Only One. Francis and a good part of the hierarchy openly peddle Tolerance No 5 to the masses exactly as an homosexual Anglican wannabe priest would. The Barque of Peter is completed invaded by it. I smell the stink as I write this, and I know that this evening the Evil Clown will go around spreading it with a huge vaporiser, his message amplified worldwide by willing and interested (though less and less so) media.
Tolerance No 5 has already factually destroyed a lot of Protestant outfits, and has reduced the so-called Church of England in such a state that if the PM were to order, today, to just shut it down few people would notice, even fewer would complain, and after three weeks the matter would be forgotten altogether.
Tolerance No 5 will, however, never destroy the Only Church. It will damage it, sure. It might wipe it out of entire Continents, certainly. But it will never destroy it, because a good Lord has decreed that this will never happen.
We prepare ourselves for the next spraying of the sugary, disgusting fragrance, do our work everyday, and wait for the time when fresh air will enter the door of the Only Church again.