We have a war going on, and a good portion of the world is in an unbelievable mess of poverty, famine, unrest, and violence. And yet if you turn on the news in the United States you will far more likely hear about the daily activities of pop stars and actors, or how much money an athlete is making and who he’s dating, than anything meaningful. Surely anyone can see that our worship switch is always set to ON, and we’re tuned to some ridiculously finite broadcasts. Grown men paint their bodies and surf an incalculable number of websites to follow a sports team. Significant emotional energy is poured into the physical abilities of children in a game. Go to any concert and you’ll see people lift their hands spontaneously and clap and close their eyes and be spiritually moved by music. People fish or hike to be in tune with nature. We put posters on our walls, stickers on our cars, ink under our skin, and drugs into our system. We do all of these things and others like them, pouring ourselves automatically and quite naturally into what is decaying. We want to worship something. Worship is an innate response. We are wired for it by God himself. But something has gone wrong with the wiring.