"Are you a God-fearing man?" the priest thundered.
"No, I wouldn't say I fear God," the young man answered.
"Heathen!"
"Not at all. I know God, and I love him."
"Do not speak to me of love!" The priest trembled with righteous passion. "You are a being incapable of any real emotion -- a vessel only of wrath and darkness."
"Oh! Well, I had no idea. I'll try to keep my wrath and darkness to myself."
"Oh, no you'll not! You'll not keep it at all! I command you in the name of the Almighty -- be free! Be cleaned of the terrible evil that even now racks your soul!" The priest concluded his tempest with a vigorous shake of staff.
An awkward quiet settled in the clearing. "...Did it work?" the young man asked.
"You tell me. Are you a God-fearing man?"
"Well, is God like you?"
"I try," the priest preened, "to model my life after His divine pattern."
"Then, yes."