They made the old Shop-Ko into a church, now waiting in line for the Eucharist, now purchasing a brand new life that wasn’t made somewhere in China. This church may never go out of business, as long as there is a harried mother who brings in her toddlers, screaming for forgiveness, screaming with spirit and pushing her cart, the ones the women of Jerusalem used selling baskets, selling scarves. The temples are now over-turned, the money- lenders from Shop-Ko, now it is a place of worship again. This is what Jesus wanted, the capitalists turning to saints, like Paul. This is the place where if you lay your money down, the road rises up in gold. This is where they have a change of heart, shopping for believers, for an empty soul, shopping for less and less junk.