Friends, as you know, I have the misfortune to have been born in a savage and backwards island known as England, where I peaceably live out my days awaiting Christ's return. While I try and take the evils of the secular world in a relaxed and uncomplaining fashion, there are things that get me down. For one thing, the Brits seem to delight in giving places the ungodliest names they can think of. I have often prayed to God to send my countrymen a sign, and yesterday my prayers were answered in the most glorious fashion imaginable! A mighty rain swept over the city of Sheffield, and two egregious sinners were called home to judgement! (The other one was only 14 - you're never too young to be killed by Jesus!)
But it's the Godless old codger whose glorious death I want to focus on today.
Yes, he certainly did get into difficulty, but nowhere near as much difficulty as he'll have explaining to Jesus what he was doing in a part of the city named after an evil pagan witch cult! Let this be a lesson to you all - if your city has a Catlick area, or a Mudslime district, or even a Joo quarter, then you'd best stay well out, unless you want a short sharp killing from Christ! Shout Glory!
But it's the Godless old codger whose glorious death I want to focus on today.
Originally posted by BBC



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