Some Call it Godcore (Keeping God on Message) continued By Jim Higo

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I'm afraid God that I'm going to have to put a stop to all that turning water into wine malarkey. I know this is proving popular in the ghettos but we've spent a lot of time and money trying to sober these people up. Not only that, but it's also destabilizing the brewing industry, angering the pub landlords and causing the French wine growers to riot in the Channel tunnel Also I've got a message from the pharmaceutical industry. It seems they're not all that keen on this plan of yours to cure every known illness; they've got an idea it might not help their year end profits. Remember God, always think big business. There's money in disease.

I'm not too sure about the feeding of the 5000 either. It's this sort of soup kitchen mentality that we're trying to move away from. I want these people to stand on their own two feet and be self reliant not sit around waiting for handouts. Carry on like this and before you know it they'll be wanting houses as well. I think we're going to have to give quite a bit more thought to this idea you have about raising the dead. I've no problem with it in principle, but remember that these people are going to want pensions and there's precious little of that money to go round as it is.

As for curing a man possessed by demons who is blind and dumb? I think David Blunkett's caused me enough trouble already. I'm sorry God it seemed like a good idea but I'm afraid I've already got a cabinet full of people who move in mysterious ways their wonders to perform. Anyone need a miracle?

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