Easter Sunday.
Jesus, after dying on the cross for our all of our sins, prepares to ascend into Heaven to sit at the right hand of his Father and, just like Good Friday, there is no mention of this miracle anywhere here by any of the many 'Reverends' who kick about proclaiming to be True Christians.
No doubt, one or two of the uppity local women folk will pop in and attempt deflect criticism away from their grifter menfolk but it will be to no avail. The proof is in the pudding and it is obvious to one and all that the local 'preachers' are no more interested in God than Richard Simmons is in females.
While Pope Francis said Mass for hundreds of thousands and hundreds of thousands of Priests all over the globe led celebration for a billion devout Catholics, the Landrover Baptwits were nowhere to be found here in their own trailer park of a Church.
Now, I understand that this does not reflect well upon me as I have been tasked with nudging these flim-flammers towards Christ but what is a humble Padre to do in the face of such intransigence?
I have sent His Holiness my resignation but fear a reply like all of the others... "
You may return full-time to Rome when your job in the boondocks is complete".
Off to prayers I go in this time of great troubles.
Bless you, my Christians of cash convenience,
Father Mo
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