Sermon Entitled:
LIKE A VIRGIN TOUCHED FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME
There is time for profound reflection, secret depths of the soul yearn for feeling and misery must be cast aside. The mighty storm may crash and I may thrash this thing I call a woman in my bed. These are normal feelings, feelings that revert back to a time almost forgotten. A time when America the beautiful was just working up the nerve to take on the world, and its men were ready to get a piece. Sweet American pie……tail……..chicks…….women by any other name. A tale as old as time-a tale called desire. Now, you may be sitting back in your pews wondering the point of this rant…yes- you would rather be watching the big game, tossing shoes with the boys or working or your new wheels……but you remember desire-don’t you. A young man’s quest for that perfect piece of the pie, a drunken act- a thing called love? Fuck love-America wasn’t build on love…..it was born on the backs of hard working American teens and they’re love of the game. Cruising the strip in your whip, or tossing a stripper a tip-it’s all the same when you really dive into the inter workings of the act. Now, desire, by all reason is the only device by which young people have to conquer this cruel and uncaring world. A cheap thrill by which to forge a new destiny and by which to grow in the knowledge of teen pregnancy……….sure this church doesn’t approve of these acts. But, be mindful…. tender love is no love when you’re dwelling in the boundaries of the bunk I call home.
Now, you may be saying to yourself-how do I find forgiveness for these acts….this sin? Mail a personnel check for $24.95 to Reverend Rakus

Closing ceremony
"Sin is nothingness, and this soul is completely stricken and frightened by her horrible faults"-Marguerite Porete. The Mirror of Simple Souls 1310

And all of Rakus’s people said Amen.