In the name of the Father, the Son of a gun...
"...that with it Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits, in Thy mercy." And the LORD did grin and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats and large..."
Are you sure, Father, that this blessing will stop us needing to train our marksmen?
May this guns kill many parents so we (the church) can fuck many defenseless children for years to come. AMEN