I seem to be at a Newberg High School reunion. There is a room where they are playing a movie, but it finishes just as I enter. I sit down at a table with a few people I remember, but who were not my good friends, but people I recognize.

In response to someone's comment, I launch into a bit of a tirade: "You think any of us will still even be here in fifty years? You think that an ever-loving God will sentence us to eternal torture if we don't say the magic words?"