There used to be a joke among my friends in our younger days that my husband Mel was the Anti-Christ. We were living in Boston then, and I kept trying to get him to go to church so I could meet people. He hated going, except when we started attending the Unitarian church at Harvard Square in Cambridge, Massachusetts. People there were so warm and intelligent.
But because of Mel's revulsion to organized religion, and the fact that he was tall, dark-haired and only 31, he matched a description of the Anti-Christ then making the rounds on evangelist television shows. So we began to tease him.
Now twenty years later, our daughter Katie has written an email to me with the news that Mel cannot be this person. She says:
"I've just found out Daddy can't be the Antichrist.
The Antichrist is an agent sent by Satan to corrupt the church from within. He is not an overt image, but rather rose by stealth and deception, pretending piety and reverence while in fact inverting and perverting the values of true religion. Doesn't sound much like him, does it."