This morning as I flipped from channel to channel and URL to URL looking for the latest developments in the Haggard revelations out of Colorado, I flashed back to the late 1980's when another TV evangalist was having difficulties with the sins of the flesh. Wikipedia's entry on Jimmy Swaggart outlines his fall into the abyss with a Louisiana prostitute in 1988, his tearful repentence, and then his 1991 repeat with a California prostitute, followed by more tears (although this time he warned his congregation: "God says it's none of your business"). Jimmy, of course, was more quickly forgiven because his sexual liaisons were with folks whose plumbing differed from his own (and mated perfectly).
Haggard, on the other hand, seems at minimum to have exhibited an ungodly erotic curiosity with respect to his fellow man, as well as meth of the "I-bought-it-but-quickly-threw-it-in-the-trash-can" variety. That will likely bar him from the kind of second chance Jimmy-boy was given. (By the way, for you trivia buffs, Wikipedia's entry on "Christian Televangelist Scandals" has already been updated to include Haggard's distractions)
But I could be wrong. We may yet see Haggard's re-emergance, Bible in one hand and Credit Card Terminal in the other, renouncing his sins, telling us to love the homosexuals but hate their sins and yes, cast your vote to save the institution of marriage. Maybe he'll become the next poster boy for Exodus and its stable of "ex-gays", some of them who may have actually tried meth before they threw it away.
On the other hand, we might see a western version of New Jersey's former governor Jim McGreevey. Writing a book and giving the world some insight into what an awful toll being in the closet takes, this time with an evangelical twist. One might hope for the latter scenario, but I'm not betting anything on it. My Bible says same-sex gambling is an abomination. So does my Credit Card Terminal.