Post by cyrusmcjames on Feb 3, 2008 16:07:11 GMT -5
The old man awoke early the next morning and got changed into his white suit. He ran a hand over his thinning white hair before he placed the hat on his head and grabbed his cross and Bible from the bed table. He had managed to escape the two lawmen last night only by the grace of the Lord himself. It was fortunate that the idiot deputy had been stupid enough to avert his gaze just long enough for him to slip through the back door and get away to his home behind the chapel. The mayor would CERTAINLY be notified of the attack. Yes, trespassing and an unprovoked attack. Very unprofessional and uncharacteristic of their station. Why he had had to defend himself with a candlestick from that blasted Sheriff Wakefield when he'd lunged at him like that. Oh yes, they would indeed be hearing from him again.
Today's sermon would reflect that attack as well. Yes indeed, his lambs would know how he had survived the heinous attack and he would emplore them to help him speak out against the two ruffians.
He walked from his home, up the stone path to the chapel and stepped inside. In the daylight, you could see the fourteen pews in two rows of seven, each one carved from the same type of wood, straight backed and hard ennough to ensure no one fell asleep while he spoke. In the far corner, to the right of his pulpit sat his desk, neat and tidy with religious trinkets and a gigantic cross carved into the front. Behind it was a coat hanger which he put his hat and coat on as he entered. This place could get so hot, especially in the passion of delivering the good Word. These seats would be filled in a matter of minutes and he had little time to waste. unfolded the paper from his pocket which contained his sermon and placed it on the pulpit, then sat down on the throne like chair next to it that was positioned higher than the congregation. In his church, his authority was second only to the Holy Father, and he would denounce anyone who challenged that.
It didn't take long for the members to start filing in. Men, women, and their little urchin children (the spawn of intercourse defiling this holy place with their wretched fingerprints was enough to make one sick) dressed for Sunday filled the rows in a matter of minutes. He noticed several of his missionaries in attendance amongst the masses, however he noticed Sarah was not there. It was then he remembered she had been arrested the night before, miserable bastard Sheriff. It was fine, he'd get his just dues soon enough.
"This is the day the Lord has made!" he said as he stood up from his chair. He opened his arms towards his audience as if he could embrace them all in a gigantic hug.
"And we will rejoice and be glad in it!" the congregation replied.
"Let us pray," he bowed his head. "Lord we thank you for the day and the opportunity to participate in this service. Grant us the strength and will to cast out sin and renounce Satan from our wretched lives which you so graciously allow to carry on. Amen."
After singing the morning hymn, the Congregation sat and Brimstone Joe stood at his pulpit. Time to lay down the law of the Lord with these wretched people. If he could cleanse them right this very second with a good rifle he would. Send them all to Hell and bathe in the blood of the riteous. He began the sermon:
"Lambs of our Savior, let us remember the words of Psalm 2. "The kings of earth set themselves and rulers take counsel against the Lord." We live in a time of lawlessness and greed. Our streets are overrun with prostitution, and even our dear Sheriff has employed an outlaw to be his deputy. Just this last evening, I was attacked by these two ruffians for protecting one of our own townsfolk, Ms. Sarah Bennett. ATTACKED by our own lawmen, unarmed and unable to defend myself. Indeed, our town has fallen from our father's favor! But I tell you now, no outlaw deputy or our Sheriff who swear to uphold the law of man can overstep the law of the Lord. For it is not man's law which will judge us in the end, but the Lord Almighty whom they now consipire to rebel against! The time of Apocalypse is at hand!
My Friends be warned: If you do not serve the Lord your God with all your heart mind and soul, kiss his feet as he passes on the Day of Judgement, and repent, you will surely perish for He will surely break you with His holy rod of iron and dash you in pieces like a potter's vessel!
But fear not, friends for you and you alone have been called to spread the Good News to the citizens of our fair town that there is hope for them. All they must do is repent and be cleansed of their sinful ways. Therefore, I send you in peace to do God's holy work. And remember, though they will shun you, you may take refuge in the thought you shall be in Paradise with Him! Amen, depart in peace."
He stepped down from his pulpit as the congregation began to leave. This would be the beginning of the end for those two. All he needed to do now was get the mayor on his side. Things were being set in motion, and a rather smooth start it was.
Today's sermon would reflect that attack as well. Yes indeed, his lambs would know how he had survived the heinous attack and he would emplore them to help him speak out against the two ruffians.
He walked from his home, up the stone path to the chapel and stepped inside. In the daylight, you could see the fourteen pews in two rows of seven, each one carved from the same type of wood, straight backed and hard ennough to ensure no one fell asleep while he spoke. In the far corner, to the right of his pulpit sat his desk, neat and tidy with religious trinkets and a gigantic cross carved into the front. Behind it was a coat hanger which he put his hat and coat on as he entered. This place could get so hot, especially in the passion of delivering the good Word. These seats would be filled in a matter of minutes and he had little time to waste. unfolded the paper from his pocket which contained his sermon and placed it on the pulpit, then sat down on the throne like chair next to it that was positioned higher than the congregation. In his church, his authority was second only to the Holy Father, and he would denounce anyone who challenged that.
It didn't take long for the members to start filing in. Men, women, and their little urchin children (the spawn of intercourse defiling this holy place with their wretched fingerprints was enough to make one sick) dressed for Sunday filled the rows in a matter of minutes. He noticed several of his missionaries in attendance amongst the masses, however he noticed Sarah was not there. It was then he remembered she had been arrested the night before, miserable bastard Sheriff. It was fine, he'd get his just dues soon enough.
"This is the day the Lord has made!" he said as he stood up from his chair. He opened his arms towards his audience as if he could embrace them all in a gigantic hug.
"And we will rejoice and be glad in it!" the congregation replied.
"Let us pray," he bowed his head. "Lord we thank you for the day and the opportunity to participate in this service. Grant us the strength and will to cast out sin and renounce Satan from our wretched lives which you so graciously allow to carry on. Amen."
After singing the morning hymn, the Congregation sat and Brimstone Joe stood at his pulpit. Time to lay down the law of the Lord with these wretched people. If he could cleanse them right this very second with a good rifle he would. Send them all to Hell and bathe in the blood of the riteous. He began the sermon:
"Lambs of our Savior, let us remember the words of Psalm 2. "The kings of earth set themselves and rulers take counsel against the Lord." We live in a time of lawlessness and greed. Our streets are overrun with prostitution, and even our dear Sheriff has employed an outlaw to be his deputy. Just this last evening, I was attacked by these two ruffians for protecting one of our own townsfolk, Ms. Sarah Bennett. ATTACKED by our own lawmen, unarmed and unable to defend myself. Indeed, our town has fallen from our father's favor! But I tell you now, no outlaw deputy or our Sheriff who swear to uphold the law of man can overstep the law of the Lord. For it is not man's law which will judge us in the end, but the Lord Almighty whom they now consipire to rebel against! The time of Apocalypse is at hand!
My Friends be warned: If you do not serve the Lord your God with all your heart mind and soul, kiss his feet as he passes on the Day of Judgement, and repent, you will surely perish for He will surely break you with His holy rod of iron and dash you in pieces like a potter's vessel!
But fear not, friends for you and you alone have been called to spread the Good News to the citizens of our fair town that there is hope for them. All they must do is repent and be cleansed of their sinful ways. Therefore, I send you in peace to do God's holy work. And remember, though they will shun you, you may take refuge in the thought you shall be in Paradise with Him! Amen, depart in peace."
He stepped down from his pulpit as the congregation began to leave. This would be the beginning of the end for those two. All he needed to do now was get the mayor on his side. Things were being set in motion, and a rather smooth start it was.