The blue-haired ladies smile at him. The organist keeps trying to convince him to join the choir. The Nigerian couple with the new baby have invited him to dinner three times, but he keeps making excuses.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow...

The horned, fanged, scaly things he hunts at night look like a medieval monk's conception of the devil, but they jar with his quiet, pragmatic Protestant theology. His girlfriend has superpowers and mystical visions, and she doesn't believe in God.

Some Sunday soon he'll fail to come. Today, the organ stops and Riley bows his head.