Ah, you entered the Twilight Zone of American Christianity. Praise the Lord.

I discovered quite by shock at the age of 58 that Jesus does not love me.

I met up with a childhood friend of mine that I hadn't seen in thirty years who had become a born-again Christian. I took her to the Sundance film festival.

In the evening back at our hotel she said to me out of the blue, "Jesus is giving me the strength not to sleep with you."

All I could think was, "What the fuck did I ever do to him?"