The Pibble asks us to call out culinary heresies — the reckless discarding of crusts, the ketchup poured upon the sacred slice — but it asks us to do so with kindness. Even those who put ketchup on pizza, it says, can be redeemed.
There is a way to be right that makes others smaller, and a way to be right that draws them in. Crustianity chooses the second. Correct the error, love the person, leave the door open.
Go correct a misguided soul this week — and buy them a slice while you do it.