As a preacher’s kid, I’m asked . . . was I surprised? By the Jesus flags, by the senators, after the bloodshed they incurred, praying together like angels in a Giotto painting. Intermittently I’ve wished for religion’s divestiture of three things––hell, salvation, lust for the world’s end. I know them all inside out. Throw in proselytizing for good measure. None enhance religion, certainly not the terror, and none of them are in step with our times, or are likely to be so eve