Joe writes an assortment of lurid films from Basic Instinct to Showgirls and yet he goes to church on Sunday and thinks that he only needs to recant his stance on tobacco to be a changed man.
Clearly the man is delirious. He should not be the object of scorn, however. Maybe he'll live long enough to understand all of his errors and even make ammends for some of them.
God finds them where he finds them. And starts reeling them in from there.