Zealous senior citizens in black gowns sit in a stone box in the city tying the knots that cut off the circulation in Christ 's hands , while the lost are drowning in oceans of pleasure , unaware of the soul - sized bathtub drain chugging away life beneath them . Everything is at an extreme today . I woke up with extreme lack of desire to go sit in the Furnace . I left the Furnace with an extreme desire for ideals .

Based on the preceding passage, answer the following question What religion may these old ladies be practicing ?
Christianity