Hey team, this just fell through the Rift. I think it’s related to our excursion:
Sermon notes, March 31st, year of our Lord 1890
There is no denying the evil amongst us. You all saw it with your own eyes! First the fire in the sky, referenced in the Bible as a harbinger of doom, then the green fireflies swarming over our peaceful countryside and through our town. And as if that weren’t enough, gateways to the realm of damnation, disguised as looking glasses, infesting our fields, allowing hideous creatures with difficult to understand voices and misshapen features to emerge and toy with our very souls.
Their strange voices must have cast an evil spell, for many of the town folk would not listen to reason. We should have immediately cast them from our town and let them wander the hills where they could do no harm. Instead they were helped by children and adults alike. Helped to do their nasty, nasty work.
The evil interlopers spoke with our children. They convinced the innocent darlings to collect all the fireflies they could find and put them in one building, and they forced little Mary and Ann to show them where the fire from the heavens had struck the earth.
I followed them into the fields on my bicycle and witnessed fantastic, other worldly scenes. I saw people floating. I saw impossible movement from one looking glass to another, and I heard strange sounds straight from the bowels of Hell!
I saw a white powder surely created by Lucifer himself. This powder would make things float – people, trees, anything. It Is only by the grace of God Almighty that the evil miscreants were unable to use this powder to steal our sheep and our children.
They brought the unholy remnants of the fireball back into the town and then convinced some people to help them build a giant casket out of empty wine barrels, destroying the barrels in the process. The deposits on those same empty barrels had been promised to the church!
In addition to stealing from the church and hence from the poor, I was taunted and ridiculed by the man (if I can even call it a man) with the misshapen body and thickest accent. He taunted me like the devil himself – floating to the roof of this very church where you now sit. He spun on the cross, our most holy of symbols, affixed to our steeple, cackling with devilish mirth and screaming for all to hear, “I am flying, I am flying”. No amount of prayer nor Holy Water would bring him down.
The fireflies were all placed into the casket along with Lucifer’s powder, and the ungodly casket rose higher and higher into the air and disappeared amongst the stars.
The creatures discussed some things with Mr Barrie and then made for the last remaining looking glass and returned to the underworld from whence they came. It was a great relief to see them go, most of all the floating creature attached to a string, still taunting me with his cries, and being pulled by the slightly nunish creature, and when these last two were through, the looking glass magically winked out of existence.
All we are left with is children with their fragile little minds, corrupted with thoughts of flying and of other worlds.
I’m sure we all wish for them never to return.
Let us pray.