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The First Church of Mulch

It is a faith of small, consistent miracles, damp soil, and hard work.

Also worms. Worms are in there somehow. We haven't worked all the details out yet.


And Lo, She looked out over the Mulch,


2016-04-28 02:03 am (UTC)

And it was good.

And in those days, across the lands, rose a cry--"Ow, my back!" and the mulch was spread widely, and in deep piles, and the plants prospered, and runoff was saved, and less irrigation was used. But the People cryed "Ow, my back!" again, when it was revealed that they should turn the mulch into the soil with a fork.

So GOD took pity on them, and she sent unto them her emissaries, who showed them that little things matter, that you can turn things slowly, and that fish are not friends, and indeed, the HOLY MESSENGERS are now found throughout all lands, in many forms.

AND where other, less wise religions call the messengers ANGELS and think they have white robes and fancy wings and fly, we know the wise truth: Small beings do a lot. Humility can accomplish. GOD speaks to us, teaches us, helps us grow, sends us messages--with WORMS!

And so, take care of your worms, and they shall take care of you.

--From "Second Preaching to the Interns by Mother Inferior Gomez"

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