I was raised in a family fractured by out-and-out religious warfare. Grandma Reynolds and Aunt Joyce were L.D.S. (Mormon), Great Grandma and Grandpa Halverson were Missouri Senate Lutheran, Grandma and Grandpa Halverson were American Baptist, Great Aunt Irene was Jehovah’s Witness, Great Grandpa Todd and his Tennessee-kin were tent revivalists and some of them even snake-handlers, Mom Southern Baptist, my half-brother Pentacostal. Daddy used the Military as his religion … sprinkled with a little Brotherhood of Elks. In the mind of each respective believer—only they held fast to the one supreme faith. They and only they were heaven-bound, while their pitiful, deluded family-members would burn in the fires of hell for all Eternity. And deserved it.