Come, you pole-dancers and Sunday School Teachers and crazy old cat ladies, come to the feast! Come, you snotty-nosed brats and dirty old men and abortionists, come to the feast! Come, you Bible-thumping Baptists and smells-and-bells Anglicans and holier-than-thou Lutherans, come to the feast! Come, you virgins and porn stars, you pious and predators, you straight-as-an-arrow and you LGBTQs, come to the feast! It is finished. The Lamb has been slain. His blood has painted the wicked world white. His table is laden with life. And there’s a place setting with your name written on it. Come to the feast!...