At four years old church sermons were fright filled declarations of heavenly threats of fire and brimstone. The devil temping you every minute. One night after saying my prayers and being tucked securely into bed I drifted off to peaceful sleep. Soon I heard my name being called and I looked toward the closed door to witness the bottom panel of the door sliding up and several devil figures with pitchforks peering out as flames flickered behind them. They were beckoning me to join them. 'Come play with us' they called. I could only hide under the covers till morning.
