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| "I hate to say it, m'am," Father Feinstein said casually, "But he kind of set himself up for that." Father Feinstein grinned, staring at the building's skeleton under the tarp. As a priest, he felt proud when he saw skeletons. They helped to justify his career. Suddenly a truck drove up in front of the covered building. Father Feinstein stopped breathing and his eyes opened up like they actually had something to see-- the word "GOD" was printed across the truck's side. A man got out of the truck with a small package, and walked around the back of the building. A few moments later, he came back empty-handed. As he climbed into the truck, Father Feinstein noticed what his eyes had missed the first time. Printed next to "GOD" on the truck's side were the words "Guaranteed Overnight Delivery." That explained the truck, but Father Feinstein's stomach was still tingling. He cursed himself for never considering the question. "What is | ||||||||
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| Father Feinstein kneeled by his bed in his underwear. Those three letters were burning in his brain like the image of the sun in his eyes. | ||||||||
| GOD Like the sun, the letters wavered and changed colors, from red to orange to yellow. The anxiety Father Feinstein felt in his stomach that morning had now spread into his chest and arms. What if the new building is another church? What if another priest with as much money and as few scruples had come up with a better marketing promotion? What if his congregation falls for it? Father Feinstein's hands trembled. "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen." clasped his hands and timidly glanced at the ceiling. A piece of peeling white paint, which at that moment was the omnipotent creator of the universe, looked down in disgust. "I didn't mean it!" Father Feinstein pleaded aloud. "It was for their own good!" hung menacingly above him. Shadows of unknown origin flared on the ceiling like black flames. He | ||||||||
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