Once Rev. Rist came by to shame us into goin’ to church. It was an evening in spring. Mom let him in and then went to make him a cup of coffee. Dad didn’t even get up from the couch. He hardly acknowledged the guy. He just went right on readin’ the paper and smokin’. Mr. Rist sat down and said something about how he’d sure enough enjoy seein’ us in church come Easter. Dad ignored him. But I could tell dad was gettin’ agitated. He was startin’ to cough and grunt. Mom came back and sat the Reverend’s instant coffee down. She looked over at dad. Then the preacher said some more stuff about Sunday Services and how nice it is for families to worship together. And how it’s important if we want to be saved and our souls go to heaven. And then Mr. Rist said directly to dad, “Mr. St. John, you want to go to heaven don’t you? You want to be saved and not burn in hell for eternity.” Dad narrowed his eyes at the good Rev. and then growled real mean, “Don’t try to put ME on the spot with this bullshit.” He threw the paper down and walked out.