Forever Mastadon ~ Episode 230
A FATHER’S LOVE
…Reverend Billy instructs his flock (45,000 on this 4/28/1951) on the reverent custom of Holy Communion… but the Devil is as irreverent as ever…
“My friends, Holy Communion is part of God’s covenant with mankind, to share in the body and blood of the resurrected Son of God, Jesus Christ who died for our sins, so that we would enjoy the promise of life everlasting.
“In a few moments, the same men who sold you things to eat and drink will distribute the elements freely among you. There are but two things I ask of you: One, only take the bread and wine if you have already or about to hand your life over to the Lord. And two, please do not partake of either until I have given the word. We will then share in this sacrament together, as did Jesus did with his Apostles the night he was betrayed.”
Reverend Billy instructs his flock (45,000 on this 4/28/1951) on the reverent custom of Holy Communion.
“I love the word ‘betrayed’. Judas was such an easy score; buy him off with a sack of silver and he gives up the Divine One’s only human offspring! Born of a virgin mother, please! That is so turn-of-the-millennium!” The one and only Pentateuch, in the clothing of concession supervisor, is listening to the loudspeaker system, ready to administer his other duty, deploying the bread and wine of Communion. He has taken to talking to himself, without an accomplice that will knowingly buy into his plan.
He loves recounting his past successes, “Adam and Eve don’t count. All I did was demonstrate that paradise should not be enough and that they too could be gods. Humans are such flawed creatures.”
He believes it is his job to taunt the very God who created him.
“And what is it with all this fuss about revival? Every 50 of their miserly years or so, some fool bible-thumping fool will get lucky and turn enough heads that it has to be labeled an awakening. Wake up you fools!”
He relishes each new challenge.
“But as sure as I exist, their fresh faith in the Father will only last until I can make them forget.”–
–Great boss (and all around greasy guy) P. Joseph Winters oversees the staging of Communion, an institution that he only pretends to give a rat’s rooty-tooty about. He has added his own personal touch to the festivities, not necessarily a good thing any of the time.
His anticipatory enthusiasm is difficult to conceal, “Come on cool cats, eat and drink and be closer to your god!”
The Devil is as irreverent as ever.
CONSTANCE CARAWAY P.I.