"Sometimes, what's behind the pulpit is not pretty."

So I meet the guy, and he knows all about Jesus. In fact, he knows all about good, solid evangelical theology. He runs a "ministry" that's geared toward filling empty pulpits in our section of the country. He has filled one with a good pastor, but has failed in a couple of others. I merely chalked it up to widespread problems with pastors. Upon getting to know him, I thought he was a bit of a crack-pot, but then so am I. He's got some wierd quirky things about him that never seemed to add up, but I just put them down to personality.
But then, he went into the hospital with a "headache". No one knew where it came from or why, including the doctors. No one knew why he was in there... not him, not his wife, not the doctors, nor me... until I visited him. I guess he just figured he was so much smarter than everyone, including me, that he'd just keep everyone fooled. He was in a hospital over 20 miles from his home, stating that it made sense because it was closer to his job, right across the street (by the way, he hates the job, said he was insecure in the job, and now says the job's ending). Immediately after telling me that, he tells me that he's not happy to be in that hospital because his record there includes Valium addiction, which he denies. Immediately after that he makes an overblown joke about being addicted to Dunkin Donuts coffee and bagels (probably to throw me off the scent with an admission to addiction to something harmless). Immediately after that he tells me how he hates being in the hospital because they might not give him enough methodone for his restless leg syndrome. He said that if they didn't give him enough, he'd already made arrangements with his wife to "smuggle in what he needs".