Walking in the underground tunnel between Times Square and Port Authority, I overheard a conversation between a father and his young son as they passed a man handing out literature on the “hard facts” of heaven and hell:
Son: Daddy, what’s hell?
Father: Well, it’s a place where you kind of just sit in fire.
Sigh. Another missed teaching moment.
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