Riding the Toronto subways in the early ’80s, nothing pleased me more than finding religious pamphlets - comic books, really - on the trains. Even though their content was predictable they were wildly entertaining, and best of all: They foretold the future.
Or someone’s idea of the future, anyway: one in which those who did not find salvation in Jesus Christ suffered eternal damnation. Being Jewish, I didn’t see how the text spoke to me. The illustrations, however, remain etched in my mind 30 years later, such was their power.