You were upset because most of the congregation didn't believe in what?
The resurrection as portrayed in the book of Revelation? Wait a
minute, what exactly is the apocalypse? Isn't it just assorted floods,
famines, earthquakes etc? And where does Armageddon come into this?
Why was it necessary for the congregation to believe in this far-fetched
story in order to be Christians, especially considering as you didn't
even know about it until the rev blew off the doors, and yet you
considered yourself a Christian?
Wasn't the Apostle's Creed the one where we had to say that we believed
in the 'Holy Catholic Church'? That always made me uncomfortable. I
was assured that the 'The Holy Catholic Church,' didn't mean the
Catholic church, but what the hell else could it mean?
So it seems to me like maybe you were upset because most of the
congregation didn't know the bible, or maybe you were upset because you
thought that maybe the bible wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
I prefer the latter, it makes a better story. Oh speaking of stories
hears another one by Flannery O'Connor who wrote the one about the
Church of Jesus Christ without Jesus Christ. It takes place in the deep
south, Flannery O'Connor was a southern writer. There's this young
woman who went to some snazzy school up north and lost her religion, and
is rather proud of that because she feels like she is smarter than the
people around her. Oh, and she also lost a leg, not sure where or how,
but this is what accounts for her hanging around the house alone, while I
presume the rest of her family is out working, when the bible salesman
knocks on the door.
Right off it's pretty apparent to the reader that this guy is something
of a scoundrel, though not to, let's call her Gwen. Gwen thinks he is
some simple yokel who is a true believer and she delights in arguing
with him and demolishing his religion. At one point she proudly
proclaims that she doesn't believe in god, thinking she is shocking
him. Later he distracts her and steals her artificial leg and steals
out the door muttering, "Shit, I've been not believing in god since the
day I was born.
I don't think you would have liked Alaska if all your friends and family
had gone there with you. It would have been just like Chicago, only
colder. I thought the main appeal of Alaska was that there are hardly
any people there. What else could it possibly be?
I'll see if I can get any work in on that story over the weekend, the
one with Ben and Cindy and Sally O'Maye, and I think I will call him the
Reverend Al.
I think it was Alexander (hmm, as in Reverend Al) not Zeus, whose statue
the Jews didn't like. Honestly they don't seem to have liked
anything.
You know if you google Obama the Anti Christ, you will get all kinds of
hits, of course you will get the same if you google George Bush the Anti
Christ, hell if you google Micky Mantle the Anti Christ I imagine you
will get all kinds of hits too.
And what of the Anti Christ. Where does he fit into this? These guys
that lead the mega churches or maybe Huckabee, how do we know that they
aren't the Anti Christ? They are doing all these things that the bible
says the Anti Christ would do. And if some guy could prove that he
wasn't the Anti Christ, wouldn't that prove he was, because only the
Anti Christ could prove that he wasn't the Anti Christ.
Truth be told, Cindy wasn't that eager to attend the MYF meeting,
they were getting just a little, oh stuffy. Reverend Al ("Call me Al)
who had once seemed kind of dashing was becoming boring. If it came
right down to it she would have to admit that the only reason she went
was to show off that ring Ben had given her the night before.
I've forgotten how you got to Alaska. Plane, drove? Need it for the story
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