Ray reminds me of the church elder who caught me snitching the sacramental wine.

The elder could have paddled my 11-year-old butt and sent me packing.  He could have scolded me soundly and turned me over to my Mom.  He could have called Officer White to scare the felonious tendencies out of me.

What did he do?  He sat me down and gave me a long, long, long lecture about how Gawd hates sinners and why I should repent my ways.  He made me kneel and pray with him.  He finally let me go after about 90 minutes of his holier-than-thou diatribe.

Two weeks later, the elder was busted for drunk driving.