The gospel of Jesus was there and every sinner heard it—every sinner, that is, except those who’d already heard it. The idea that grace was for Christians too was somewhat of a foreign concept; grace was Christianity 101. Once you had God’s grace, you had to move on to bigger things, to what we called “deeper” things, things like charts of the end-times and pledging abstinence until marriage. (I really hoped I’d be able to get married and have sex before Jesus returned, which might tell you a little something about how poorly we’d been pitched the concept of Christ’s glorious second coming.)
