I was alone in the farmhouse on a Saturday night ... fell asleep on the couch and woke up to fire-and-brimstone-tv-evangelism on Sunday morning. I was being yelled at ... then asked for money.
I've often thought that the Christian expectation of a 'Second Coming' hasn't been well thought through ... I mean, if you had already given them everything you had, got hung on a cross for it, and then they had the audacity to ask you to come back and do the whole thing all over again on the next visit - when they plainly hadn't implemented your Teachings from the first one - I mean ... if it were you ... wouldn't you just tell them all to go bless themselves?

First time I sang this in public I had been made aware there was a minister in the audience. When I finished the tune I asked him if I he thought I might burn for it ... he answered, "no" and asked me to sing it again. Off the hook.