Oh, the itch!
Jesus had chicken pox but he never had measles. You can confirm this in the Epistle to the Walmites in the Apocrypha.
Who did have measles? Search the holy writ. Google “measles god jesus the holy trinity a host of angels and saints true republicans” and see what you get. Nada.
And yet, as far as we can determine, by prayer and introspection, neither God nor Jesus was ever vaccinated! Measles are caused not by invisible “germs,” but by sin, QED.
I was hired by the One True Megachurch as a greeter. My job was to watch for vaccination marks. Or “Satan’s Mark,” as Reverend Amoebes referred to it. Those with the mark were drawn into the church, placed in positions of power, and then blackmailed. The Reverend also had a thing for those marks, so there was some physical monkey business going on as well. I had no problem with the blackmail, as the receipts were used by the Reverend to further the ends of the church. I wasn’t provided with the details.
It’s surprising how many different types of mark a measles vaccination can cause. Reverend Amoebes never tired of the variety.
Once the Reverend was through with them, the marked church members were banished.
Naturally, quite a bit of measles and mumps was to be found in the congregation, especially among the children, whereas in the rest of the city the diseases were practically nonexistent. The church was being tested by God. Once it passed the test, measles and mumps would break out all over the metropolitan area and everyone in the church would become immune. In the meantime, we were the Job of congregations, questioning not our suffering, everyone looking like spotted chipmunks with cheeks full of nuts.
Everyone but the Reverend, that is. Miraculously, he remained healthy.
So matters would have remained if I had not surprised the Reverend in his study late one Sunday evening. Later he claimed that I was sneaking in to get at the chest containing his “slush fund.” I could have sworn he was in the vestry with Pearl Price at the time. She was moaning in there for sure. Was it just the itch?
In his study, the Reverend was changing out of his vestments. He liked to go downtown after midnight wearing black. When I walked in on him, he was between shirts and there on his arm was a vaccination mark. No way I could miss it.
Now, I’m out on the street, unemployed. Obviously didn’t reach the slush fund. No market in town for my job specialty, not until the city comes to its senses and learns to detest vaccinations like I do.