The priest was giving a sermon condemning the atrocities by Russia in Ukraine. I wanted to shout that he's a liar — but there's a time and a place for everything. Knowing that the worshippers were being misled and deceived was no surprise intellectually, but I so rarely go inside any ecclesiastical building (childhood allergy hasn't receded) that it really hit me to experience it.
Live. Not. By. Lies.
very sad. its a turn off. the moments of bliss that accompany the wonders you hear or see in mass and can be overshadowed so easily with a drop of propaganda. poison in the well. so many still asleep. the saying “men are easily corruptible” comes to mind.
“for we battle powers and principalities and not flesh and blood”
