Every time I believe I’ve witnessed the peak of sacrilege, I am confronted with a new abomination that sears my soul. As one redeemed by the blood of Christ, continually sanctified despite my own sinfulness, the sheer magnitude of humanity’s hatred towards our Creator is beyond comprehension. Yet, this loathing for God isn’t an anomaly, it’s a tragic normality, ingrained in our sinful nature from birth, manifesting in countless ways among the unregenerate.

However, there exists a form of blasphemy so heinous, so utterly repugnant, that it stands as a stark testament to a profound truth declared in Romans 1: their hatred for God is so deep-seated that He has abandoned them to their debased desires. This isn’t just a rejection of divine love—it’s a deliberate, contemptuous spurning of God, a testament to the depravity that festers in the absence of His grace.

And what could be more blasphemous than depicting the infant Son of God in the arms of His mother, Mary…in drag? It’s hard to imagine anything. Yet, I’m sure I will be confronted with it sooner than expected. Satan is desperate in these last days. He knows his time is short and he wants to take as many as he can with him into the eternal flames of Hell. Make no mistake, this is where this blasphemy will all end, lest they repent and trust in the saving grace of the one they spit on.