"Just another day in paradise," mumbled Mister Waddles, the elderly minister running a broom through his humble parish church slowly. Without warning a thought hit him like a sun bolt from above, akin to those prophets of old. Ponyville was paradise...of a sort.
Was he not by the side of his goddess's daughter? The scriptures had made it clear: When the immortal sun princess was with child, the world's ills would be at an end. Of course, the Nightmare was in the details, namely those original books of faith. Written in old ponish by tribes who'd only just begun cross-cultural exchange, translating this hybrid language to the common tongue had become exceedingly difficult.
'With Child' was a sticking point. The faith could accept Lady Sparkles' form, but her exact origins were controversial.
Still, was she not Slayer of the Night Devil? Chosen of Harmony?
He had faith in Twilight Sparkle.