Holy comes as holy goes. I have once entered this church. Must have come out too, I guess.
Actually, it’s a cross between a Francis Bacon painting and the Shroud of Turin. Now, which was first: chicken or egg? See, creationism isn’t so bad after all.
It is though, not the church that I’m interested in. It’s the car in the garage which has a special light on it. Maybe it’s where the Almighty parks his or her car?