In olden days, when God got upset, He would shake the heav’ns and the earth, the sea and the dry land, and make ev’ry mountain and hill low (which must be a bummer if you’re one of those who tries to follow the instruction to “tellest good tidings to Zion” by getting “up into the high mountain”). When he got really angry, he would smite races, flood the lands, and even burn the odd bush.
Nowadays when He gets angry, He still tries to shake the earth, but only seems to manage to rattle a few plates. God is evidently not dead but just rather weakened: a diety of sorrows, and acquainted with grief.
I do wonder what the poor folk of Market Rasen did to suffer His wrath. Follow up on “All we like sheep” a bit too far? Or was He aiming for Scunthorpe?