Luke and Dirk are vicious and stupid representations of Christianity, and that's fine because it's not TV, it's HBO, and more importantly because Adele, Hoyt and Sookie are stronger versions of a better representation of Christianity. But the Newlins are more than that, and they are the focus. I don't agree with, say, Lettie Mae's version of religion either, but I get it. Frankly, it's Maryann's version of religion I'm having a hard time finding the dark edge to, really. But the Newlins are so easy to love, no matter how wary you have to be, because they are about how Christians are terribly and wonderfully made, just like non-Christians and every other kind of person. Loving Sarah Newlin, or her husband, is like loving Amy Burley, or Miss Jeanette, or Maryann Forrester: absolutely essential if you're ever going to hold the universe in your hand. He's gay, or not, and while hypocrisy goes hand in hand with American Protestantism it also goes hand in hand with American everything else. She's everything good, and everything bad, about what she's about. Like we all are.
Jason, hoping against hope, asks if he's the only one staying there in the house, and he is, so his smile falls, but she explains the perfectly rational explanation that it's only because the terrorist bunker only holds fourteen. He's happy, but also sad about that, so she adds that he is number fifteen because he is So Special And Awesome, so then he's happy: "And you're also the best! I mean, the one that we have the highest hopes for." He says he wants to try as hard as he can, and try not to disappoint them, and she leaves, reminding him that if he needs anything at all, like a creepy culty threesome, their personal Maryann Party is just down the hall, past the big double doors!
Bill and Sookie are making out, because they are very much in love, when Eric knocks at the door and summons Bill to the bar for talking. Alone, Sookie stares around, at a loss, and looks adorably off-camera. "Fudge." Been there, sister.