Many religiously-minded people put a lot of stock in feelings. Meaning, those intuitions that appear full-blown in the mind, seemingly from out of nowhere, that just seem So Absolutely True, they demand to be believed. Like, God is love, Jesus is watching over me, and such. Well, last weekend I had an experience that calls into question the veracity of intuitions like that. It started with my Sunday morning habit of making pancakes for breakfast. More accurately, one large pancake. Which I cook in a correspondingly large pan, that's heated by a large burner on our electric cooktop. After eating…