Yet I wonder, has he ever been to a San Francisco gay bathhouse?
He prefers to call them bathhouses of worship.
For some reason, I think he may have:
"...hence we have been blessedly devoid of the taint of guys like Greg Laurie, one of the new breed of sleek preening pastors, a strange new mutant species of pastor-CEO-huckster-salesman, who leads the big Harvest chant-alongs and who writes milky best-selling self-help books, books that claim to know something of God but that somehow never mention single-malt scotch or anal sex or Tom Waits or grinning Buddha icons or chocolate ice cream drizzled on a lover's tailbone, slowly, tantalizingly. Greg. Sweetheart. You so don't know God. I'm just sayin'."
I have a feeling the residents of Sodom and Gomorrah were probably this mocking and cavalier.