Sinopsis

Our God is a big man: a tall man much higher than the highest chapel in
Wales and broader than the broadest chapel. For the promised day that He
comes to deliver us a sermon we shall have made a hole in the roof and
taken down a wall. Our God has a long, white beard, and he is not unlike
the Father Christmas of picture-books. Often he lies on his stomach on
Heaven's floor, an eye at one of his myriads of peepholes, watching that we
keep his laws. Our God wears a frock coat, a starched linen collar and black
necktie, and a silk hat, and on the Sabbath he preaches to the congregation
of Heaven.
Heaven is a Welsh chapel; but its pulpit is of gold, and its walls, pews,
floor, roof, ...