Blasphemous Prayer in support of war against Germany
On 6 April 1917 the USA declared war against the German Reich and on 7 Dezember 1917 against the Austrian-Hungarian Empire, but not against the Ottoman Empire.
Note what occurred during the 65th sitting of the US Congress when on 10 January 1918 a large contingent of members prayed with Billy A Sunday, a son of German immigrants called Sonntag.
»Almighty God, our Heavenly Father, … Thou knowest, O Lord, that we are in a life-and-death struggle with one of the most infamous, vile, greedy, avaritious, bloodthirsty, sensual, and vicious nations that has ever disgraced the pages of history. Thou knowest that Germany has drawn from the eyes of mankind enough tears to make another sea; that she has drawn blood enough to redden every wave upon that sea; that she has drawn enough groans and shrieks from the hearts of men, women, and children to make another mountain. We pray Thee that Thou wilt make bure Thy mighty arm and beat back that great pack of hungry, wolfish Huns, whose fangs drip with blood and gore. We pray Thee that the stars in their courses and the winds and waves may fight against them.
We pray Thee that Thou will bless our beloved President and give him strength of mind and body and courage of heart for his arduous duties in these sorrow-laden, staggering days. We pray Thee to bless the Secretary of State, the Secretary of War, and the Secretary of the Navy; and bless, we pray Thee, the Naval Strategy Board. Bless, we pray Thee, Lord, the generals at the head of our Army. Bless the boys across the sea, “somewhere in France”, and bless those protecting our transports, lended to the water’s edge with men and provisions. Bless our boys at home who are in the cantonments. Bless, we pray Thee, the Senate and the House of Representatives, and give them wisdom and strength, for they seem to have come into the kingdom for such a time as this. And Lord, may every man, woman, and child, from Maine to California and from Minnesota to Lousiana, stand up to the last ditch and be glad and willing to suffer and endure until final victory shall come. Bless our allies, and may victory be ours. And in Thy own time and Thy own way we pray Thee that Thou wilt release the white-winged dove of peace until thou shalt dispel the storm clouds that hang lowering over this sin-cursed, blood-soaked and sorrowing world; and when it is all over we shall uncover our heads and lift our faces to the heavens and sing with a new meaning –
My country, ’tis of the
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing
And the praise shall be to Thee forever, through Jesus Christ. Amen.«