One phrase Dad was able to remember went something like this: Jerusalem. Seriously? I’ve been pretty patient over the last twenty-five hundred years. But the stuff you’ve gotten up to lately is going to earn you a quick trip to spirit prison. I’ll need to see some legitimate repentance soon or the whole place is going down. Then Dad read a whole section devoted to exactly what that meant. “Going down” included but was not limited to: the actual city being ground into powder, the local residents being slaughtered and run through with swords of various sizes, and everybody else having to live out their lives in back-breaking labor for some snot-nosed Babylonian prince.