I write this today, the 1,646th anniversary of the Edict of Thessalonica, 380 AD, the most vile, filthy statement ever released, the legal creation of Romanism, hence both Eastern Orthodoxy and Western Roman Catholicism.
On this day, 1,646 years ago, murderous Roman emperors enforced a syncretic religion that melded Greco philosophy, Roman polytheism and co-opted standalone Christian churches residing within the Roman Empire:
"We the three Emperors will that all our subjects follow the religion taught by St Peter to the Romans, professed by those saintly prelates Damasus, Pontiff of Rome, and Peter Bishop of Alexandria, that they believe the one divinity of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit of majesty, co-equal in the Holy Trinity. We will that those who embrace this creed be called Catholic Christians." ~ Gratian, Valentinian II and Theodosius
Anderson's song attacks this filth, this pollution of the mission of the Son of Man (mortal) and Son of God, a created human in whom God was well-pleased.
Here, Anderson is charging men with having corrupted the life, death, resurrection, ascension and lordship in the Kingdom of Heaven of Jesus the Nazarene, a man, with their sinful, man-made religion:
People, what have you done?
Locked Him in His golden cage, golden cage
Made Him bend to your religion
Him—resurrected from the grave, from the grave
He is the god of nothing if that's all that you can see.
This is a harder part to know, perhaps it is zeitgeist, new age stuff. Perhaps he is being sincere about God rather than Jesus:
You are the god of everything
He's inside you and me.
Here, Anderson is calling them hypocrites:
So lean upon Him gently and don't call on Him to save you
From your social graces and the sins you used to waive.
The bloody Church of England in chains of history
Requests your earthly presence at the vicarage for tea.
This likely is a reference to Satan and not to Jesus:
And the graven image you-know-who
With his plastic crucifix
He's got him fixed
Confuses me as to who and where and why
As to how he gets his kicks.
Again Anderson attacks churchianity's hypocrisy:
Confessing to the endless sin
The endless whining sounds.
You'll be praying till next Thursday
To all the gods that you can count.
I write this today, the 1,646th anniversary of the Edict of Thessalonica, 380 AD, the most vile, filthy statement ever released, the legal creation of Romanism, hence both Eastern Orthodoxy and Western Roman Catholicism.
On this day, 1,646 years ago, murderous Roman emperors enforced a syncretic religion that melded Greco philosophy, Roman polytheism and co-opted standalone Christian churches residing within the Roman Empire:
"We the three Emperors will that all our subjects follow the religion taught by St Peter to the Romans, professed by those saintly prelates Damasus, Pontiff of Rome, and Peter Bishop of Alexandria, that they believe the one divinity of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit of majesty, co-equal in the Holy Trinity. We will that those who embrace this creed be called Catholic Christians." ~ Gratian, Valentinian II and Theodosius
Anderson's song attacks this filth, this pollution of the mission of the Son of Man (mortal) and Son of God, a created human in whom God was well-pleased.
Here, Anderson is charging men with having corrupted the life, death, resurrection, ascension and lordship in the Kingdom of Heaven of Jesus the Nazarene, a man, with their sinful, man-made religion:
People, what have you done? Locked Him in His golden cage, golden cage Made Him bend to your religion Him—resurrected from the grave, from the grave
He is the god of nothing if that's all that you can see.
This is a harder part to know, perhaps it is zeitgeist, new age stuff. Perhaps he is being sincere about God rather than Jesus:
You are the god of everything He's inside you and me.
Here, Anderson is calling them hypocrites:
So lean upon Him gently and don't call on Him to save you From your social graces and the sins you used to waive.
The bloody Church of England in chains of history Requests your earthly presence at the vicarage for tea.
This likely is a reference to Satan and not to Jesus:
And the graven image you-know-who With his plastic crucifix He's got him fixed Confuses me as to who and where and why As to how he gets his kicks.
Again Anderson attacks churchianity's hypocrisy:
Confessing to the endless sin The endless whining sounds. You'll be praying till next Thursday To all the gods that you can count.