In these dark times holding out against the constant barrage of pop culture has become more challenging than surviving a succession of carpet bombings. Pop music seeps and swells from the ceilings and nooks of shops, offices, and coffeehouses. Television sets are now permanent fixtures in airports, post offices, saloons, and doctor?s offices - in fact, one dangled precariously above me as I suffered a recent root canal, tuned to Oprah no less, which was far more painful than the surgery itself. I commenced to pray the set would dislodge from the ceiling and put me out of my misery, but Yahweh spared me - evidently to continue His good work.