Ladies, I hate to burst your one million bubbles, but your children do not live in the 1950s. When Elvis bumped and grinded his way onto TV screens, his performance was a genuine shock. But in 2013, a group of men shaking their way through a Christmas carol is a yawn.
Wow. We've lived in this era of unchecked corporate greed for a while now. So it's rare that a company's actions take our breath away. But there you have it. The McDonald's hotline stopped just short of pointing out how much cheaper it is to kill yourself.
When I want to remind myself of the power of prayer, I go to the Astor Place Kmart in the East Village of Manhattan. Sure, I could read Kierkegaard or Augustine, but I prefer the Kmart. Specifically I favor an area in the far back corner of the basement.