Behold the face of brave, fearless, visionary, speaking truth to power Anglicanism today. There it is, mask up, serfs, from Archbishop on down, otherwise you too might live free from fear of a deadly virus which kills maybe 0.27% of the people it infects.
"Man," I told C the HVAC guy this morning, "It's like we've been driven collectively insane. By Satan." He pondered this as we looked out at the Compound's perimeter (Abbott St.).
"You know, I was at a funeral a few months back, at the Methodist church, 1st Methodist, and the pastor wouldn't even shake my sister's hand, even give her a hug. 'I'm sorry, CDC guidelines, I cannot come any closer to you.' I told that worthless POS if he even spoke to her again there'd be hell to pay."
I thought about this, "You mean the skinny little Methodee? I know him."
"Yeah, that's him. Red haired streak of..."
"He's lib, they believe this garbage. They really do. The Church should provide leadership, fearless leadership."
"Right on, brother. Shot some black powder yesterday, felt good."
C fixed me with camo-rimmed glasses and Realtree shirt, that much of him was invisible, and we grinned. "Black powder, stick it to the Man. And while we're at it, come on in and help out at the Missions, we don't wear masks."
Unlike Welby, whose pathetic ASA (average Sunday Attendance) is plummeting. Is this Providence in action?
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