Keith Tyler

Medieval Europe

Final

Woe are many heretics today as they mourn the death of their false prophet in Prague. The fires that consume Jan Hus, a man of sinful pride and blasphemy, still hang in the air. The foul stench shall remind his fellow sinners of his crimes.

With him, let die the precepts of the Black Mass which he practiced in our city. With his smoke, let too the ideas of his irresponsible teaching disappear into the wind.

Let die his desecration of the Holy Word into the brash tongue of the common people. Let the Word of God be returned to its glorified state.

And let die his dirtying of the Book itself by handing it over to those not cleansed in the eyes of God. Allow only your clerics and priests to handle the delicate work of our Father.

Let also die his assumption of the power of our holy Pontiff in Rome to define your faith. Return the sacred prelate to his exalted throne, not just in Rome, but at the right hand of the Father. Let die all doubt in your mind of the righteousness of the Pope, who is endowed by God with the power to corral his flock.

And mix with his smoldering ashes the ashes of the books of Wyclif. Take both piles of filth and place them far from your thoughts, out of mind.

Cleanse yourselves of the sin of Hus. Associate yourself not with pride and arrogance as he did, but only with humility, and service to the Lord.