This is THE worst Easter ever. I, my Dad and Satan (who doesn't know that we use him for our ultimate purposes, ha!) send you a tiny little plague that kills ONE FREAKING % of the victims and whaddya know! 99% of the Churches in the whole world are empty. Of curse, my good friend and Cong-Fee-Dung Zeke will be holding his sermons on the Big Screen but what about the others?
A Christian trusts Me! A Christian is someone whose prayers I hear. A Christian pays me homage whatever the most recent plague. A Christian does not run into her ICU rabbithole immediately when she starts to cough her lungs into smithereens. A Christian prays and - sometimes - I answer.
This is really the worst Easter ever and you should know that I had quite a nasty one 1990 something years ago. I actually hung on a freaking cross. With buttplug-size nail through my hands and ankles. But. This. Easter. Is. Worse. Of course, Zeke is still my good friend and whoever He chooses into His flock, I won't turn away. Of curse I did know that this was gonna happen. I'm omniscient, capiche? FYI, my second coming is now delayed. The world does not deserve me. I died for it to Save mankind from what I'd do to it if I hand't died for it! This is Me during those begone years. I was sizzling HOT. And now my ANGER burns as HOT.
But my Landover Flock! You are and remain my favorites. You may pray for anything this Easter and I shall answer! Maybe.
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