Genuine prophets of G-d are not generally known for marketing efforts like handing out personalized pens. So it’s amusing to roam late night Saturday and early morning Sunday television and witness how many crazy things are done in G-d’s name, from asking people to send in loads of money in exchange for a $20 hardcover commentary on how America is going to hell if… fill in the blank, to asking someone to send in a personal fortune to get a sweat-stained hankie from Pastor X, which is guaranteed to heal you of any affliction, perhaps even including death if you believe BIG-TIME.

One would think the era of the Bakkers and the Falwells and the Robertsons would have taught the country something. But if anything, it’s spawn a whole new generation of Benny Hinns, T.D. Jakes and Creflo Dollars. Where did spiritual and religious life drift in America so far off course that so many people are so willing to trade the Ruach haKodesh for the Montreal Miracle … or at least a high-def DVD of it.

I have a feeling that by the time he does return again in glory, Yeshua’s going to have more than one Temple to cleanse from a den of thieves.