Sermon Amidst the Ruins

[Narthok 10416]

Sermon Amidst the Ruins

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The middle aged man would mount the crumbling steps of Sutica, the clang of hammers and picks echoing about him as the labour gangs demolished the decrepit ruin. Turning to face the city he raised his staff, a length of oak capped by a beautiful embellished cross.

 

MY CHILDREN.

 

By the sweat of your brow you transform this city. Once a hive of filth, of sin, of merchantry, into a bastion of pious LIGHT. With each blow you deliver unto these cursed stones you deliver this land from the evils rendered unto it by those who HATE and FEAR God and return it to the obedient flock of the Lord. 

 

But my children, surely this is not enough. In the days since my ordination I have travelled widely tending to the souls of the flock as all priests are wont to do. Much as a doctor of the flesh seeks out and cures mortal ailments, it is my charge, as a doctor of the SOUL, to seek out and tend to the immortal ailments. It is such an ailment that I have discovered infesting the laity. 

 

As I roam the streets of Providence, the bastion of our greatest Cathedrals. The seat of the Fidei Defensor. I am confronted at every turn by blasphemy, apostasy, and foul heresy at every turn. Harlots declaring that they would prefer torture to the cleansing GIFT of confession. Filthy RELATIVISTS preaching tolerance as if those spreading soul rotting cancer deserve anything but the mercy of a pyre. Sin waxes and piety wanes. Pithy professions of faith are made as if staining God’s own name with sin laden tongues are enough to ensure one’s salvation. 

 

NO MY CHILDREN

 

There is no salvation but the salvation of the Lord. There is no reprieve from the wages of sin but by the OASIS of God’s mercy. No mortal soul is entitled to salvation. If I am to be frank we deserve naught but eternal damnation for our sins and the sins of our forebears. Yet God is infinitely merciful. He reaches out his hand and we blithely watch as so many bat it away. OR WORSE, spit upon it, revealing the hand of Iblees that they have so readily welcomed into the sanctuary of their hearts. 

 

OUR FAITH IS HARSH

 

My children. I can conceive of few sins more vile and reprehensible than the foul sin of.. Tolerance. Such a filthy word I can barely bring myself to give it voice. My children let us reflect. What does it mean to, ‘tolerate’? To ‘tolerate’ is to stand idly by whilst another marches obviously into oblivion to suffer forevermore. How can any disciple of the Lord God profess obedience to his creed while they refuse to tend to their fellows. Our faith is not easy. It demands labour. It demands effort. It demands sacrifice. Love. Demands. Sacrifice. And if you truly love God, then you must cast off the pathetic changes of vice, of worldly desire. Orient ourselves towards God in all things.

 

My children HOLY MOTHER CHURCH is not merely the ministry of funerals and marriages. HOLY MOTHER CHURCH is the sword and the shield of GOD. Thus we of HOLY MOTHER CHURCH both clerical and laity are called to do the will of GOD in this life. Armour yourself in Faith for the wicked surrounding us on all sides.

 

Before you go, remember this.

Submit to God. For outside of his embrace there is nothing but suffering and emptiness.

 

May the Lord God bless you all. May he keep you from sin.

 

With that the irate priest would lower his arms, his gaunt face dominated by his piercing blue eyes. Eyes ignited by the fires of zealous piety. As he’d descend the steps awe-stricken labourers would reach out to touch the hem of his plain cassock. The plainness of his clothing is a stark contrast to the opulence of his golden staff. There was much work to be done. And so few to do it.

 

[Minuvas 3193]

Exits the Basilica after mass,. Remarking to a family member who mentions to him about a Sutican firebrand "Hrm? Oh good good, another Priest who recognizes the Empire's role in the faith. I agree, let us don the Imperial mantle. 

 

The twin heads of GOD, the holy Father and the Emperor. We should indeed submit, for can we fail with GOD and his Empire on our side? 

 

GOD save the Emperor!" 

 

The Elf would head to see his favorite Priest, Father Hans Braun, to give his weekly confession in Providence. 

 

 

 

[Askuzai 505]

"Amen" said Henry, as he was too fervent in his prayer to actually listen to the speech today.