Religion as a Marketplace Walking through Upper Dean Street Market on a Saturday afternoon, with the sunshine piercing my body and reflecting off my sunglasses, I made my way through the crowd of people shopping in the Bullring towards the nearest McDonald's to get an ice cream and cool myself down. "Can I help you?" the young man in a turban asked. "One McFlurry, please," I replied. He smiled as I handed over my money and gave me my chosen ice cream. "Have a good day," he called out as I left the restaurant to find a seat outside where I could enjoy it. As I walked through the crowd towards an empty seat, I spotted a large stone slab not far away. At that moment, I heard a voice rise above the noise of the crowd: "Repent, for the Judgement Day is at hand!" I looked around to see where the voice was coming from and saw a man in a black jacket holding a Bible in his left hand and a microphone in the other. I smiled and thought to myself, Wh...