Lights in Paris Go Out

“Be not deceived: God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.” – Galatians 6:7

Right before the lights in Paris went out, men dressed as women and sick pedophiles mocked and jeered the Last Supper painting. Unnatural, unwell people cheered, and others groaned. In fact, it seems all over this wretched globe the cohorts of evil twist and bend good things to their own will. The wicked “machine”, shuddering and heaving, gears wheeling, is steamrolling nearly all government systems, media streams, and education systems in unbridled glee.

I think it should be noted that whatever perversity we can expect won’t come all at once. This terrible position the church is in now came not from a broken dyke or opened floodgate, but from a steady drip. I entertain the thought that we, as Christians, have become acquainted with the frog in a pot, slowly brought to a boil and killed. (“How did we get here?”, we ask.)

What we saw this weekend is both a taste of the incoming profanity and an assault on the Church.

Only a day or so after these opening events, the lights in Paris went wholly out. Ironically, one of the few buildings left with any power at all was the Sacre Coeur Church. Metaphors aside, it is really an awesome shot.

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