Come. The Preacher waits by the door on a nice Sunday morning for souls wanting salvation. He waits and waits, but it seems that everyone is too busy to even enter. The Preacher heads home to a disgraceful family that also puts their business before their salvation. Their actions are as bitter as battery acid. A wife that’s a a lazy sloth, a son that’s more vile and disgusting than a pig, and a daughter who's looser than a dislocated bone. "How disgraceful,” the Preacher thought "How disgraceful, disgusting, and distasteful my family is," he continued.