The church coat room is dark and smelly, holding all the coats and boots of the congregation who happen to be in the church at the time. There is a candle sconce high on the wall near the entrance, benches along the back of the room and huge baskets along opposite walls: one for coats and the other for footwear.
church coat room, Inside Church
congregant
minister
I am a minister that works for the king. I do not intend to pay taxes. I enjoy reading complicated documents.
Yes, you missed the one from this morning. Why so late, child? Well, father. My boy is ill. His mum stayed home with him but I knew the lord would want want me to show my face and pay my tithe. Can I offer to pray with you? What is wrong with your boy? Well, father, frankly...He's just grown so ugly. Will God heal him?  Ugly?! You mean his attitude? Is he possessed? No, father. It's his face...Unfortunately he looks more and more like this mother everyday, You are calling your wife ugly? How dare you call God's creation as such... Well, father. Her soul is precious of course. And as your son's is too I am sure Of course...but that horrible face...father, please. Pray for him. I am certain God will not heal his face for God has seen it fit to give it to him. Are you saying that his wretched appearance will make him strong and will lead to a very successful life?