Thursday, November 5, 2009

We snagged the Anglicans (Sort Of)!

Greetings, pious blog-followers (of Christ)!
It has been many a lent-length I know since last I updated my blahg (sp? I always get confused!), but as you can well imagine, the duties of Popehood allow very little free time. Well, except of course for Stratego, but more on that later!
My apologies. I shall endeavor to more regularly assert the presence of the Catholic Church, and therefore G-d himself, on the Information Ultra-Highway. Soon the "digital autobahn" shall resemble the great intersstates of the American Midwest!
If you've read the title of this bloog pole, you've already read the good news! The Traditional Anglican Community in Great Britain, an offshoot of the mainstream Anglican Church, those traitors, have embraced my offer to their Church: to join mine. The reverent and faithful members of the TAC, whose adherence to the morals and traditions of their forefathers makes them better than their "looser" sister-sect, shall make a marvelous addition to the Catholic Church. Welcome, Brothers and Sisters! Let us now join hands across the world, and rejoice in the words of the Bible:
If you have find honey, eat just enough,too much of it, and you will vomit.
Seldom set foot in your neighbor's house—too much of you, and he will hate you.
Proverbs 25:16-17
This is a welcome and a warning, Newbies. Welcome!
Now onto more important matters: Stratego with the Cardinal! My Strateg-y has vastly improved since last I preached the good word of this noble board game, but still that feisty Cardinal is always one step ahead! Last time we played I placed my flag immediately to the right of the left-most lake, flanked by only two bombs. The others were reserved for decoys on the left of the right-most lake! This, I thought, was a stroke of genius. "Benedict," I thought, "you know you really are the Pope!" And at that I reclined in my Stratego-Throne and doffed my cap a bit, casually so as to exude confidance. But intimidating that Cardinal is harder than getting a rich man into Heaven, and in no time his miner descended upon my flag, before my Admiral could do anything to intercept him. I shall beat him some day, and until then I shall take solace in the words of the Lord:
For the Lord your God walks in the midst of your camp, to deliver you and give your enemies over to you; therefore your camp shall be holy, that He may see no unclean thing among you, and turn away from you.
Deuteronomy 23:14
I'll win yet, for G-d walks in my camp!
God Bless, have a great Work-End!