Our 150th episode of Drunk Ex-Pastors begins with a voicemail from some girl who's begging for forgiveness for getting mad at Jason for calling girls "girls" (kidding aside, it was very sweet). We then open a package on the air that basically establishes our feminist street cred, after which we discuss what TV shows we've been watching (turns out, The Handmaid's Tale is only "fiction" if Trump's presidency ends real soon-like). We take a call about how we mitigate our fear of flying (hashtag, drugs), take another about whether believers are consistent about the whole total depravity thing, and then respond to another listener's question about why Christian conservatives hate the "life" part of the Constitution's thing about those inalienable rights our Creator supposedly endowed us all with. After our break we take another voice mail about whether ghosts are real, delving into the question of if there is more to us than our mere physical bodies, and if so, whether we can be visited from the great beyond. Jason is biebered by inconsistent menus, while Christian's bieber has to do with ironically good acting.

Also, Blessed be the Fruit.