“The Golden Idol and the MAGA Beast”
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✝️ “The Golden Idol and the MAGA Beast”
A Sermon by The Pope of Love
Brothers, sisters, sinners, and scroll-scrollers — lend me your tired thumbs.
The Devil doesn’t come in horns anymore — he comes with a microphone, a brand deal, and a livestream.
They told you to “trust the plan.”
They told you Jesus wore a red hat.
They told you that greed was grit and cruelty was courage.
But the real Gospel got lost somewhere between the algorithm and the ad break.
🐍 False Prophets in Designer Sneakers
Now they send you celebrities with confessions as deep as clickbait — men who wrapped their sins in Scripture and called it “redemption.”
Russell Brand preaches purity after spreading poison.
Trump hugs a Bible upside down and they call it “faith.”
They hold prayer breakfasts while their plates are still slick with the blood of compassion they refused to serve.
🐂 The Golden Idol Rises Again
When Moses came down the mountain, he smashed the golden calf — because the people had traded spirit for spectacle.
Today, the golden calf has Wi-Fi.
Its horns are gilded by Fox News.
Its altar is a shopping cart, and its hymn is a slogan: “Make me great again.”
And oh, how we bow.
We don’t even see the beast we feed.
🔥 The Mark of the Beast Is Not a Barcode — It’s a Brand
The beast doesn’t mark your hand with numbers — it marks your mind with memes.
It whispers, “You’re chosen,” while stealing your empathy.
It paints cruelty as patriotism.
It tells you Jesus was a capitalist.
And all the while, love — real love — sits outside the church, weeping on the steps.
💔 But Hear This, My Children
Evil wins only when you stop seeing through it.
Every time you forgive, create, laugh, or help someone without posting about it — you burn one of Hell’s invoices.
Every time you question a preacher who profits from hate — you unplug the beast.
Every time you choose love over fear — the Devil loses bandwidth.
The Pope of Love says this:
You can’t cast out darkness with more darkness.
But you can outshine it.
So light up, my luminous rebels —
paint your halos with spray paint,
pray in public with your kindness,
and stop worshipping men who sell God like cologne.