Doubt it. My boss is very involved with his church and, as I am on the road for the company a lot, he sometimes has me pick up things for the latest church project at "Beardsley's Book and Bible". It's like a Hallmark store for Christians and, as I see it, a blatant commercialization of the faith that would leave Jesus puking in his grail. They sell Sunday school supplies, inspirational books, statues, decorations, bumper stickers, key chains, posters, T-shirts (I want one that says "I had a near-death experience, went to Heaven, and all I got was this lousy T-shirt"), pillows with bible stuff on them (hey, girls, what could be kinkier than getting nailed good and hard with the words and benignly smiling face of our Lord and Savior right under your head?), and that's just up front by the registers. I have never wandered any further.
Fortunately, the boss has a sense of humor. The first time he sent me there he asked me not to make my head spin around on my shoulders while spitting pea soup until after I paid for the goods.