By some demonic trick, the Evangelical Christian movement became besotted with Donald Trump. Here were alleged followers of the principles of the Prince of Peace marching behind the banner of one of the greatest sinners of our time—one who has evidenced each of the seven deadly sins:
Anger—The list of his targets is too long to record here;
Gluttony—Hamburgers and Cokes, anyone?;
Sloth—How about mornings watching Fox TV?;
Envy—The green-eyed monster glaring at Putin’s dictatorial powers;
Greed—Need we detail the Trump family’s business practices?;
Lust—Multiple instances of adultery and fornication;
Pride—“Stable genius.” Do you need more examples?
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President Donald Trump announced on Fox News on Tuesday that he's aiming to scale back social distancing guidelines to fight the coronavirus by Easter because he wants to see "packed churches all over our country."
When asked by Fox News' Bill Hemmer why he chose April 12 as the day to reopen the economy, Trump said Easter is a "very special day for me."
"Wouldn't it be great to have all of the churches full? You know the churches aren't allowed, essentially, to have much of a congregation there," Trump said. "You'll have packed churches all over our country. I think it would be a beautiful time.”*
What looks like a great gift to the Christians is in reality part of the demonic plan to eradicate the religion. Pack the churches with Christians during a pandemic of a highly contagious disease and . . . .
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William Butler Yeats, imaging the Second Coming in his poem of the same name,** foresaw not a return of Christ, but a
rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouch[ing] towards Bethlehem to be born.
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**The Second Coming
By William Butler Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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