Lately I’ve been quietly recognizing most staff actually WORKS for a living in an industry, one I know nothing about. Except for the consumption side, no real perspective.
But I do spend a LOT of time in church. A. LOT. OF.TIME. More and more lately with my mouth shut. The healthiest thing going is the public critical debate about the political value of the activist religious.
Having once caught a pastor housing a street hustler in his office, the point is: it’s a bunch of people expect the worst.
Don’t know about petition gatherers; don’t see ‘em. No doubt there are entire religious brands dedicated to turning AH–MERICA into their compound, their picnic, their vision, their caliphate.
Ever been to Alabama?
Biggest outreach I’ve been on is giving Christmas presents dressed as Santa to kids in the extended stay motels, brick projects and trailer parks. The church can throw down more good than bad, ask Bono. Takes a while to come around, but when it does more good than bad happens.
This business’ biggest consumers are there, and the message: forgiveness. You get like this Galactic PASS. Closely followed by “want to be on the building committee? “. If you’re REALLY going to buy into the program, you better be ready to be close to people that make you feel uncomfortable, that are nothing like you. Like a prison ministry.
Oh no, we could never do that…
Eternity confounds me, sounds a lot like more church with what they throw down at the wormwood & gall temple of praise. Bow & tell God how great he is, repeat.Forever.
Again, it’s people.
But there is a spiritual component to existence. I’ll save it for another column; don’t have answers to questions you didn’t ask, but I know this much:
Let’em marry. We’ve been turning convention on its head for 200 years, what’s wrong with this one? PLEASE let’m marry. Give social legitimacy to gay people. They’re harming whom? Children?
CHECK THE HEADLINES!! West Cobb County Orchestra teacher ring a bell? Google that, I dare ya’…
Let’em insure, let’em pass estates, my gracious, let’em be…
We are failed, fractured flesh (okay, you have really FABULOUS flesh, dreamy IMPORTANT flesh hall of fame-scare-the-living -crap out of me PROOF THERE IS A GOD flesh I dream about ,and masturba… oh, ah sorry about that).
But it could be worse.
You could work for an oil company.
