There's a highway in east Texas that I used to travel over when I was going to school, thru a very a rural area, and in an 1/8 mile stretch there were five churches clustered together. Three Baptist, a Presbyterian, and a Methodist. All conservative Protestant Christian sects, two of which were directly across the road from each other, with a third on an adjoining property and the other two within horse hockey flinging distance.

This is in an area of fairly large farms and ranches, so there couldn't have been very many families of souls to save in that locality.

I used to wonder about the mini wars and rebellions and animosities that there must have been to cause the religious wars to rise to the level of having so many churches being built in such a scarcely populated area, and how the residents treated people from other churches. What was the atmosphere like in the local café after the various Sunday sermons? Did they snub each other, or did they make snide remarks to the detriment of the "lesser" denominations? Did kids pick on kids from families of opposing churches? Did they get into gang fights?

It sometimes happened that I would pass thru this area on Sunday mornings (once in a while the competing bells would be ringing - it was kinda cool, actually), and they would all have a attendees. I would spend a little time as I passed thru wondering about their services, whether they were pitying the poor fools who chose to listen to anyone other than their Reverend Billy Bob (making up names here), or maybe, in another service, listening to Pastor Joe Cowflop condemning the members of other churches to hell and extolling the superior virtues of his and their beliefs, who as any right minded Christian could clearly see offers the one true path to heaven.

It didn’t take much in those days to launch me into a fantasy world. It doesn't take much even today.