Today I was chatting with a friend.  You know, online.  If you could ask God a question, what would you ask? she wanted to know.  Then, as often happens with chats, we typed our answers at the same time.  She wanted to know whether child molesters can be rehabilitated and, if so, how.  She works for Children and Family Services, by the way.  I wanted to know where my good strapless bra has gone.  I am wearing the bad one.  I’m not saying it’s child-molester bad.  But it is definitely bad.

Last night I watched Nightline.  They were interviewing Joyce Meyer.  Jesus, she opined, might require a private jet if he were alive today.  And that, friends, may be the worst of all.