religion is invention.
Day 2 of Year 2 in Ohio's finest Baptist Boot Camp.
Why am I here?
No, really. Why am I here? I'm not a Baptist. I'm not much of anything. I believe in God and I'm not sure about the rest, so what does that make me? A heathen, or just human? Things were much less complicated when I was a kid. The idea of questioning God's existence just didn't enter into my brain. I was more worried about Darth Vader hiding in my bedroom than I was about eternal life. In fact, Darth Vader is why I got saved. I seriously thought that he lurked in the shadowy corners of my room, and it scared the crap out of me. What if he kills me? I asked myself. I could practically see the flames of Hell rising up from my bedroom floor. So, I did what any sensible 5 year old would do. I got down on my knees and begged Jesus to save me from my sin so that Darth Vader wouldn't make me go to hell. Flash forward fourteen years, and the only thing I'm sure about is that I had more to fear from my own father than I did from Darth Vader. Jesus didn't save me from my dad. He didn't save my mom or my brother either. He didn't even fix my brain for me.
Yeah, yeah. I know. God is not a cosmic Santa Claus. But damnit, some help would be useful. Not just help for me, either. There's a genocide in Darfur, a homicidal maniac controlling North Korea and a man-ape hybrid sitting in the Oval Office. And, of course, there's cures for cancer, AIDS and Alzheimer's to think of.
However, I'm being told that it's God's will for me to be at Cedarville. WHY??? I like my friends here. I love my church here. I HATE the collective student body and their stupid, meaningless arguments about the finer points of Christian theology. If Christians are supposed to be a family, then I hope that God is a damned good family therapist. I'm so sick of all the labels that get tossed around, and even sicker of the ones that so often get applied to me and my friends.
Am I a member of the emergent church? Well, no. There aren't any 'members' of the emergent church. It's not like the Southern Baptist Convention. It's a philosophy and a way of life. That's all.
Am I a liberal? Ask a Republican, they'll say yes. Ask a Democrat, and they'll say no (which is hilarious since I am a Democrat). I'm me. Deal with it.
Am I saved? I think so. Not that it's anyone's business, not unless I decide it should be.
Am I crazy? Not completely. I'll let you know once I lose the rest of my marbles.
So what am I?
No one ever asks me that. I wish they did, because that's the one question I can answer best of all.
I'm me.
That's all.
Why am I here?
No, really. Why am I here? I'm not a Baptist. I'm not much of anything. I believe in God and I'm not sure about the rest, so what does that make me? A heathen, or just human? Things were much less complicated when I was a kid. The idea of questioning God's existence just didn't enter into my brain. I was more worried about Darth Vader hiding in my bedroom than I was about eternal life. In fact, Darth Vader is why I got saved. I seriously thought that he lurked in the shadowy corners of my room, and it scared the crap out of me. What if he kills me? I asked myself. I could practically see the flames of Hell rising up from my bedroom floor. So, I did what any sensible 5 year old would do. I got down on my knees and begged Jesus to save me from my sin so that Darth Vader wouldn't make me go to hell. Flash forward fourteen years, and the only thing I'm sure about is that I had more to fear from my own father than I did from Darth Vader. Jesus didn't save me from my dad. He didn't save my mom or my brother either. He didn't even fix my brain for me.
Yeah, yeah. I know. God is not a cosmic Santa Claus. But damnit, some help would be useful. Not just help for me, either. There's a genocide in Darfur, a homicidal maniac controlling North Korea and a man-ape hybrid sitting in the Oval Office. And, of course, there's cures for cancer, AIDS and Alzheimer's to think of.
However, I'm being told that it's God's will for me to be at Cedarville. WHY??? I like my friends here. I love my church here. I HATE the collective student body and their stupid, meaningless arguments about the finer points of Christian theology. If Christians are supposed to be a family, then I hope that God is a damned good family therapist. I'm so sick of all the labels that get tossed around, and even sicker of the ones that so often get applied to me and my friends.
Am I a member of the emergent church? Well, no. There aren't any 'members' of the emergent church. It's not like the Southern Baptist Convention. It's a philosophy and a way of life. That's all.
Am I a liberal? Ask a Republican, they'll say yes. Ask a Democrat, and they'll say no (which is hilarious since I am a Democrat). I'm me. Deal with it.
Am I saved? I think so. Not that it's anyone's business, not unless I decide it should be.
Am I crazy? Not completely. I'll let you know once I lose the rest of my marbles.
So what am I?
No one ever asks me that. I wish they did, because that's the one question I can answer best of all.
I'm me.
That's all.