Try to imagine Venezuelan president, Hugo Chavez, dressed up as a bishop — the head bishop — of his own state-sponsored church.
According to media reports coming out of Latin America, President Chavez is considering a proposal that would establish him as the high priest of his own form of evangelical Christianity, convert his cabinet members into bishops of a lower rank, and submit church activities to the civil and military power of his government.
It is still unclear who is behind the proposal. Publicly, it has taken the form of a petition by leaders of “Centro Cristiano de Salvación” (Christian Center of Salvation). The association claims to represent 17,000 evangelical churches and 5,000,000 Venezuelans. Their request is simple: make their denomination the country’s official religion, teach it in all public schools and pay the pastors from government coffers. In turn, they will make Chavez their head bishop and promise to submit absolutely to his authority.
If the reports are true and this happens I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting for the American left to condemn this new theocracy. After all Chavez was able to consolidate power in the presidency by converting the bicameral National Assembly into a weakened unicameral legislature while still eliciting gushing praise. For many liberals the effects of Marxist leaders are similar to the sacrament of baptism, except all sins are remitted in the past and in the future.
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The spirit of Henry VIII is alive in Chavez!
OK, so if everything in history happens twice, and the Anglican Reformation was a tragedy, can we hope that this might turn out to be a farce?
Peace,
–Peter
This is one of the strangest things I’ve ever read. The era of Crusades and such may be long over, but I can’t belive the Catholic world could take this lying down (unleash the Opeus Dei Monks and Jesuit assasins? haha.
Seriously though, Chavez should consider the fate of Henry VIII. At an Easter mass a Priest attacked his sinful record and said that someday dogs would drink his blood. Henry ended up so morbidly obese that his coffin was droped and his body fell to the floor, sure enough there was a mutt there to lick up some of the spilled blood.