To OP
I would turn it into the biggest mockery of Christianity to ever be known to man. A huge parody of a Christian church. It would have to be subtle enough to fool the dumb ones into thinking it was a legitimate church. Offend the moderately intelligent ones into demanding that the blasphemous abomination be destroyed. And inform the more mentally fit into giving a knowing smirk and nod, as they would be able to appreciate the comedic value of it.
Or turn it into some religious art show, something like a Banksy show. Except it would have sculptures of naked priests holding hands with altar boys or paintings of nuns getting fucked with huge cross dildos. You know, something tame.
I would turn it into the biggest mockery of Christianity to ever be known to man. A huge parody of a Christian church. It would have to be subtle enough to fool the dumb ones into thinking it was a legitimate church. Offend the moderately intelligent ones into demanding that the blasphemous abomination be destroyed. And inform the more mentally fit into giving a knowing smirk and nod, as they would be able to appreciate the comedic value of it.
Or turn it into some religious art show, something like a Banksy show. Except it would have sculptures of naked priests holding hands with altar boys or paintings of nuns getting fucked with huge cross dildos. You know, something tame.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
