When I was a child of about 4 or 5, my Dad was called to be the guest speaker at a church one Sunday morning. By way of bribery my parents had told me before arriving at the church that if I were a good boy they would take me to McDonalds after the service. During my Dad’s rather firey sermon on the destination of the good vs. the evil he asked, in a rather loud voice, “And where do you think those that live a pure, just and good life before the Lord are going to go”?

With all the fervency of the old time ameners, I stood in my seat and cried out “TO MCDONALDS”!!!