The fellas return to take another big swing at the mystery. Matt weaves the somatic into a pickleball matrix, and James gets far too upset about those who signal virtue rather than live it. Pimped-out pastors get buried in golden coffins.

Oh, not much, just reconciling our grief with a podcast practice that impacts us more than anyone listening. We reclaim authentic expression for ourselves and for those whose authenticity is trapped under the weight of fear.

Christian simps, be warned.

From phone calls to hostile hangups, the fellas try to recover after swallowing some fundamentalist fruitcake. Where do we go when all the buttons on the elevator of ascension arrive at disconnection? How can we change if we aren’t moving from complacency to discovery?

Come out, devil! Everyone is invited to brunch.

We take a long stroll through the hall of our evangelical journeys to discover burs, bumps, and bruises caught along the way. Will James ever reach his goal of being the first bidet evangelist? Will Matt ever get his spanking from God? We sure hope “God” still loves us after this one.

We bring a dash of anger and vitriol to our discussion on church dynamics. What does it look like to cherish one another once the ideological dust settles?

Hide your sacred cows, we’re bringing out the big buns!

Matt's phone call with his Dad sparks a conversation about biblical boundaries and how fundamentalist views reduce reality to simple, indigestible platitudes. God is no fun with a bible for a gun.

Is God really real if only conceptualized? In another sense, if God only lives in our heads and then is transmitted as an intellectual entity, is God really beyond our thinking? Matt and James try to taste IPAs by just thinking about them.

We speak of divine beings created in the might of our projections. No divine being that is thought of intellectually is real. No “god” wants to be famous for the idea's sake; no real “god” would. Why do we want to sell God? Is it because we live in a society where selling is love?