I also like to kick back with some bananas and grapes while a little mouse wearing a gold belt brings me tangerines.

I know what you’re thinking.

What could I possibly have in common with God?

I mean, he’s a supreme being; a diety worshipped all over the world. I’m more of a demi-god, worshipped only in certain small villages in Central Africa and within a specific two-block radius of Flint, Michigan.

Well, let me tell you: Beyond our magnificence, munificence, and occasional use of lightening bolts to smote others, God and I share one immutable principle: On Sunday we rest.

Because that’s how we roll.