The Curate has to spend eight hours learning this lesson tomorrow. This is something that he does not like, for the record.
He blames this mandatory training on Nashotah House.
Just LOOK at him get all wiggly and comfy in the snowwww.
Curates like this! IT IS SO ADORABLE!
Ahem, I mean, Curates like rejoicing in the beauty of God Almighty’s creation.
(Source: headlikeanorange)
Curates like having medical facts to back them up. However, no one has accused the Curate of either Modernism or Liberalism since he began his twenty-part sermon series on the Nicene Creed at Evening Prayer.
I just respond:
“NOW seeing that all they are accursed (as the prophet David beareth witness) who do err and go astray from the commandments of God; let us (remembering the dreadful judgement hanging over our heads, and always ready to fall upon us) return unto our Lord God, with all contrition and meekness of heart; bewailing and lamenting our sinful life, acknowledging and confessing our offences, and seeking to bring forth worthy fruits of penance. For now is the axe put unto the root of the trees, so that every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire. It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God: he shall pour down rain upon the sinners, snares, fire and brimstone, storm and tempest; this shall be their portion to drink.”
But this, especially.
Matthew Paul Turner has some hard things to tell us about what love is. And if yesterday is any indication, the Church needs to hear it.
Go ahead, click the link and donate that money that you might have spent on food that’s bad for you (the Curate is here to remind you that your body is a temple of the Lord) to do some positive good in the Mid Atlantic, where the civil right to marriage will be up for a popular vote in November.
The Curate just says “Hell no!” to bigoted chicken. Then he makes the offending party reread their catechism to see if they can find the part where we’re instructed to force our religious beliefs upon others. (Hint: there is no such part)