Yahweh needs minor surgery-a cosmic bypass, to be precise. Can't have the universe unattended while God is under now, can we? A mortal is chosen to take over for an hour. Not just any mortal-Andrew. Single dad. Has a cat. Heavy into the dating scene. Likes karaoke. Jesus-A burned-out son; Revelation weighs heavily on him; daddy issues. Satan-A health-conscious, svelte silver fox. Likes kombucha. Gabriel-An undervalued, overworked right-hand man, buried under an infinite pile of overdue prayer requests. Andrew has one hour. What could possibly go wrong?