A Blessedly Short Sunday Sermon

 

It's all go, I tell you. Glen cut the backyard's looming grass. Baby Woodpeckers did their thing on the feeders and we climbed into the rig and rode for Dallas. Not bad, light traffic bizarrely, and then there we were in Oz, the Dallas Metrosprawl, to see Ma LSP, result.

She's doing well after a fractured spine, thank you very much at the age of 83, and's walking about giving orders when not watching Edwardiana on BritBox. Speaking of the Sceptered Isle, you may have noticed their beloved government voted for abortion up to birth. Does this mean the UK's driven by demons? Serious question.

Surely yes. To kill a baby up to the point of birth or at any time is satanic, and note this. People who kill babies and support and encourage it are capable of any crime against humanity. Nothing is too depraved for them. These are the people that rule over Britain and would have ruled over America but were stopped, at least for now, by the grace of God.

So what can we say in the face of such total, demonic iniquity. This, for a start.  Abandon Christianity per the UK and Europe but don't for a moment pretend your ethics will remain Christian. To put it another way, a culture relies on its cult, which for the West is the Faith. Get rid of the latter, lose the former, with horrific result, as in killing babies up to birth.

Expect retribution, like from GOD, like no kidding.

Here endeth the Lesson,

LSP