A best friend always tells me, "There's money to be made in the gospels!" I believe he is right. Once we've entered into the realm of chocolate crosses, you know capitalism is at full force.
This makes me sad for Jesus for two reasons:
1) Could Palmer have picked more girly packaging?
Jesus has a reputation to uphold. For goodness sakes, he was a carpenter. He had a beard. He hung out with fishermen and the scum of society. He would have driven a Harley. Show the man some respect!
2) When Jesus heard about this Sweet Celebration, he smacked his forehead and said, "Why didn't I think about death by chocolate?" Death by chocolate is a heck of a whole lot sweeter than by crucifixion.
It was Jesus who said that if anyone follows him, he must take up his cross. The problem with that is he said we must deny ourselves first. So what's more difficult than walking around with a milk chocolate cross not being able to eat it?
This is some kind of twisted junk that would have happened on Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
Question:
Could you enjoy yourself while eating a milk chocolate cross? I wonder if it's hollow or filled with caramel.
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