The peace of the Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. And also with you. They have polluted the temple of your Spirit. Their own bodies are the site of ruin, and they treat others like so much meat. They waste precious life-blood like water, and there are few who care for their victims.
Believers are a joke to their neighbours, behind our back they laugh at our faith.
Lay it on the arrogant power freaks, who can t say your name without swearing. For their influence is devouring your children, making a wasteland of the human spirit. Glory be to the Christ of tax cheat and sinner betrayer and coward, who even makes a parable about the wily plans of a sly steward. Glory be to the Lord of the small church, the two and three, who even finds some good in the piebald faith of you and me. And the boss praised the amoral manager for looking ahead.