"Blatant fraction is the church and state!" cried the aging priest from his towering pulpit.

His finger was outstretched to its fullest extent, which resulted in a shepherd's crook shape. A dry lower lip proceeded over his many chins, and his spectacles carelessly rested on a short, stubby nose. White hair grew sporadically over his cranium and out from his ears.

"Without prayer, how do we expect our students to succeed? Without recognition of our Lord Jesus Christ, how do we expect our governmental leaders to govern us justly?" he posed to his flock.

A small, young girl hesitated with an answer and then stood up quietly and escaped the grasping arms of her mother, finding herself in the middle of the lofty building's aisle. She slowly raised her hand and waited for the priest's recognition.

The priest, ready to shout out his own answer, stopped with an open mouth when he viewed the blurry image of the girl through his thick and greasy lenses.

"Ah, and what does one of God's little children has to say on the matter?" the priest asked, directing the girl to speak.

The girl hesitated again, and then sputtered out her own question, "Father, is God omnipotent or impotent?"