No, the Messiah didn’t descend from heaven in white robes surrounded by angels and the radiance of glory. He arrived in Rome on a random hitch, with dirty, worn-out boots on his feet and only missing a few teeth in his mouth. He stole, he killed, and he indulged in adultery—but it didn’t matter, because they named him the new Christ on live broadcast across all the TV channels of the world. And humankind got exactly the one it deserved.