“Quit your worship charades. I can’t stand your trivial religious games: Monthly conferences, weekly Sabbaths, special meetings— meetings, meetings, meetings—I can’t stand one more! Meetings for this, meetings for that. I hate them! You’ve worn me out! I’m sick of your religion, religion, religion, while you go right on sinning.
“Look. This coal has touched your lips.
Gone your guilt, your sins wiped out.”
And then I heard the voice of the Master:
“Whom shall I send?
Who will go for us?” I spoke up,