Place of workship

The giant walked through the market rising above the crowd, with no intention of buying anything but the colours of the different fruit and the different people were an adequate reason to get out of the house. As he walked past the suitcase stall he felt a tap on his big toe,
"Excuse me Sir, look down at me for a second," the giant bent down.
"Oh yes I knew it, You have stained glass eyes, look at me for a second, MY WORD you would make an exquisite church, turn around let me see your arsehole."
The giant was naked as usual, he turned around and bent over.
“Oh my life NO!” said the man, “People will never be able to get in there, open your mouth for me”, the giant opened his mouth and his tongue rolled and unravelled to the floor.
“Wow it’s as good as a red carpet, perfect for the punters. OK, Sunday morning at 10 o clock, I want you lying down in the middle of the town square. Your ribcage can be the main seating area and I will stand on your heart and give the service.”
The giant nodded.
“Oh and if you could make sure you have an erection to act as a spire that would be great. I'll see you then.”
On his way home the giant became somewhat nervous about the service, he couldn’t get an erection at the best of times never mind with a vicar stood on his heart.