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Sermon on the Destruction of Images

first written and shared in 2015

"... for five hundred years, during which religion was in a more prosperous condition, and a purer doctrine flourished, Christian churches were completely free from visible representations" - John Calvin, Institutes of the Christian Religion

From Eve in vines about her legs
Like fetters forged in Paradise,
To saintly men in grief reposed,
We see the brass bull teem with lice.

The Christ Himself a sack of rice,
Held in his mother's drooping arms,
Will grease your eyes in Roman homes.
God is not blind to ancient charms.

These are the idols John warned us
might damn our poor flock's naive hearts.
If hammers be the rage of Christ
We all must break these pagan arts.

The elders preached in rooms of stone,
Down aisles built for yearning sheep.
The rocks that make their tombs will say:
A soul of Rome will find no sleep.
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl (Jack Thomas)
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