My mother went home on Saturday, so there goes semi-adult conversation in person for a while. My pastor decided to rewrite the Bible, because it wasn't punchy enough for him, and professed faith in a poorly-assembled Greek text instead, with lots of flaws and room for interpretation. My spouse is on the edge of contact when I'm right in front of her holding her hand, but dementia is more powerful. And my mother called to say that her minister is denying that there's a hell. I told her he's not paying attention.