February 19 – Mudblood

Just imagine what the blood sacrifices to the ground. Their sandals. Their clothes. More than once they are being sprinkled or smeared with the stuff… It was a mess, blood was everywhere, covering everything. The ground they stood on… mudblood. That is how they were made holy.


The Rapture

Harold Camping was wrong. Twice. No, three times. Maybe he is up to four, I don’t know. He changes the end times date more than the Jehovah’s Witnesses. The Mayans didn’t predict the end. Apocalyptic prophecies have come and gone and will continue to do so until, suddenly, He does come.


My Black Friday Prayer

This Christmas help us to spend less money… But more time. Let us not give to those who expect… But rather to those who need. Let us not buy presents… But rather be Your presence, to a world lost and dying. Let us incarnate You.