Fr. Benedict Groeschel is fond of recounting tales of Mrs. Whosit, the little Jewish lady that lived next door to him in Brooklyn when he was growing up. Her son went off to college and came back explaining that the Israelites had crossed the Red Sea at low tide. Mrs. Whosit, cocking one eyebrow, rejoined (in a wonderfully thick New York Jewish accent), “You were there?” I feel the spirit of Mrs. Whosit hovering over me whenever I read things like this. And, of course, the guy’s from So Cal. Everything is explicable in terms of drugs there. Just a reminder, brand spanking new “Real Jesuses” are always a reflection of the culture that creates them.