Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.
Meet St. Barbara. Today is her feast day! The Eucharist in one hand, an assault weapon in the other. I like her! She is the patron saint of artillerymen, military engineers, gunsmiths and anyone who works with explosives. Her father beheaded her himself because she converted to Christianity and refused to marry any of the pagan dorks her father tried to marry her off to – hence the sword. There is something so choice about being able to wave the instrument of one’s execution back in the face the the world. If I get to be martyred, and I make it to heaven, and anyone cares, I hope mine is something good, like a tank. Or a longrange sniper rifle. (Ahem. Cough. .338 Lapua Magnum. Cough.)
Wow. I’m being vain about my instrument of execution, and am only half joking. Sigh.