There once lived a respected “religion adviser” in a small town.

People simply believed everything he said because they believed all his sentences and judgments came directly from God. They used it, spread it and without any research, accepted it.

There was a special annual ceremony in town where wealthier people cooked big pots of food and distributed to their fellow-citizens for gathering and charity reasons.

People had to stand in lines to fill up their pots with  to take home to eat.

The religion adviser’s wife told him that the lineup for food was so long and by the time she gets to the food, it would be finished. She felt that she wouldn’t get any of the charity food this year.

The religion adviser said: “Don’t worry at all, I will fix it.”

He took his pot to the food distributers and said: “Hold the line. Don’t give…