Dad figured out pretty quick that people don’t like to be told they’re wicked. To be fair he did get pretty invasive, giving them detailed lists of things they were doing wrong. You and I know he was just trying to help. Our fellow Jews, however, didn’t see him as a kind elderly man, preaching about the Messiah that would save the world (including their sorry carcasses if they’d just repent and cut out the whole iniquity thing). Instead they saw an unshaven dude with dementia babbling about magical books and recounting experimental herb trips. Rather than heed his warning, the townsfolk responded with such comments as, “You like to read? Try reading this month’s fashion bulletin. That smock is so three generations ago,” and “What makes you so special to see angels, do you keep two Sabbaths a week?” and finally, “If you’re so sure Jerusalem’s going to be destroyed why don’t you take off and let us have your mansion?–Crazy old Lehi.”