Prayers are being promised across this land. May we all gather and DO something as one. But for now…
Anniversary. Let us reflect. One year ago TODAY (for you who read me on a timely basis) our precious America elected Brother Donald Trump to the highest office in the land. In the year that has passed, we have endured two major mass shootings, a revolving door of White House staff, numerous indictments, haggard women in political communications and an elevation of Twitter to the equivalent of two dixie cups and a string. I’d say we’re off to a great start, wouldn’t you? Three more years, Brothers and Sisters, three more years. Tres. Trois. Drei. Three. 3. Trinity. Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Let us pray.
Annihilation. I am beyond bereaved over the news from Sutherland Springs, Texas. How could such a tragedy befall a small town in the home state of my ministry? I am circling the prayer wagons for a start. I say start because so much must be done. Our Governor has taken a stand (which is a miracle) for prayer and mental health regulations but no mention of gun regulations. Our state Attorney General has called for armed security guards in churches. Yes, praise the Lord…because when a retired, overweight 75-year old volunteer with a pistol faces a madman with an AR-15 under the shadow of the steeple, lives will be spared! But most importantly…I have made it very clear that I am a BABATIST. And this attack befell my people. Be ye all forewarned. I am taking my leather bound bible, throwing it in my Rambler, heading to Austin and knockin’ sense into some Repugnicant leaders and right out of their chairs (wheels or no wheels). Onward Christian Soldiers!
Announcement. In closing, I have an announcement to make. And I direct this to my dear Sister-in-Christ, Donna Brazile. In the name of Christ…shut up.