It is possible that there is little that can cause more danger of putting one's soul in peril of eternal damnation than watching someone who just handed one an extra hour's work when one is already an hour and a half into overtime, swanning off to her acting class. Not words, not deeds, thoughts alone that would condemn one to be the toy of Satan until the Big Crunch.
So this evening, I'm glad I'm not Christian.
So this evening, I'm glad I'm not Christian.