And thus the sermon began with the eloquent Priest, who days earlier had evocatively spoken at h opening of a Wall-Mart, stating that God, indeed, was a forward-looking man. For life in the earlier years might have been simple, he already installed for mankind the Sunday Gift. A day of rest, a day of peace. For he knew that as mankind evolved (and it would) that life for everyone would become busier and restless (and so it did) and so God, at the very conception of the earth, made sure that everyone would have a day where it could breathe in, breathe out. A day where one could sit on the couch (and what is more marvellous than sitting on the couch after a week of hard work? Unless it is pinewood, than one is advised to go elsewhere, or at the very least buy cushions). God, however, in his benevolence had not taken into account one thing; mankind itself. And so man itself squandered God’s Sunday Gift in favour of working on Sunday, going out on Saturday so that Sunday was more a recovery than a resting period, and Sunday’s in line with the car waiting for a parking spot at the local Ikea. When God came to earth to rectify he also was dismayed that in his name people were forced to come together in buildings to listen to boring speeches all the while looking thoughtful and thinking, Oi, next time I’m bringing a cushion, for this pinewood bench, not that comfortable to be frank. One would think they would be able to purchase something better with my weekly donation.
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