National Religious Broadcasters convention during the first Gulf War

If we're to believe our ancestors, close encounters with the gods are no joke. Even if they beam down in a celestial glow, they still scare the shit out of everybody. And more often than not they lurk on the edge of revelation, in the outer dark, where the firelight is swallowed in gargantuan night. Today our fires are so bright—the skeptical lights of labs, satellites, and TV cameras—that such entities would need to go guerilla to penetrate our glaring...