I have this hobby; well, it's not really a hobby, it's more like a habit, a bad habit. All right, if the truth be known, it's a confession. It's something that I don't share with many people. When I am alone, watching television, and no one is around, I find myself clicking on those obscure channels that feature those down-home preachers. I'm not talking about the large church, multimedia, world-class communicators. I'm talking about the guy with the black toupee with his wife at his side playing the guitar. Or the sweaty guy, wiping his forehead, rocking back and forth, and getting into this frothy, rhyming mantra. Or the one who is going hoarse, scolding the viewers about the best they could hope for was a front seat in hell. Have you ever seen them?

Here's the confession part. I'm not …