Could your faith be enhanced by a little more accordion in the mix? Look no further!

Perhaps it’s pinstripe you seek?

Or plaid?

You can enjoy the “rhythm” with this record. A reverend singing “Tiny Bubbles.” I’m loving it.

There is also “The Singing Priest,” with his stellar enthusiasm…and wordplay (it’s a study in high fidelity sound!)

Though potential bad puns abound, these albums make me too sad to go there. I leave it to the imagination of the reader.

Now I’m going to cheer myself up with a healthy dose of WTF. Is Vicki Jamison referring to the feeding of the 5,000? How exactly does this translate to filling a cart with supermarket bread? Is she getting her daily bread? What is Jesus “enough” of? I’m so terribly confused.

These next two prove that size matters, with odd and terrifying mini doppelganger Christians…and tiny teen minions.

(Those kids are just waiting to drug him and tie him down, Gulliver style)

No, Mike Adkins, thank YOU.

Hey! A sneaky puppet escaped my attention when I was making the puppet post! I’ve just about had it with insidious puppets.

Thanks again to LP Cover Lover for a portion of these images!

Some people are drawn to a higher calling, like these fine missionaries.

I can’t help but think of this clip on American Dad, in which God asks George W. Bush to kindly downplay their relationship.

To avoid redundancy, I will refrain from snarky comments on any of the following albums.

Remember these two?

As a special treat, I’ve uploaded Jim and Tammy’s irritating grammatical atrocity “Oops, There Comes a Smile!” here for anyone who wants to listen out of morbid curiosity. But I warn you, you will not be able to get those two minutes of your life back.

I want this record so badly:

We have a double dose of covers today!

Granted, many of the albums I’ve been posting could fall under the “bad hair” category, but there are some in which the hair becomes the focal point of the image, whether we like it or not.

I feel like a more appropriate title for this record would be “God Really Squares My Buzzcut!”

Sometimes, God is the drug…sometimes the savior.

I can’t imagine that this only looks wrong in the parlance of our times, and it was entirely appropriate when these albums came out.

And conversely…

I’m unnerved by the blank-stared, lackluster “imploring” going on here:

Sometimes touch is not “bad,” just ridiculous from a graphical standpoint.

Oh, you didn’t think that God’s word and martial arts were simpatico? Think again…

Everybody was kung fu preaching…

Apparently, numerous film makers have enjoyed the kung fu Jesus concept as well.

There is even a band.

Now onto another kind of tough guy. Nicky Cruz has been through some things. If only more gang members experienced instantaneous conversion, eh?

Scare tactics?

And this…I absolutely don’t know…

Another intriguing subset of Christian entertainment involves faraway lands and space travel.

Boldly converting where no one has converted before!

I must have missed the flying saucer parables…

Hmm…this album has something to say. There are some major philosophical and ideological principles at work in this creation.

Technically, this is not space. Where is the Bibleway Radio Choir bus headed? Heaven? Must be someplace great, with all those people running on air to catch up.

And these boys are certainly not going to space…but they’re a-travelin’ to distant lands!