Rules of Play
I went to see an 80’s cover band last night. They were decked out with the studs and mullet wigs- the works. Sometimes I think I missed my calling and I should have been in a hair metal band. I think I would be good at that.
But these late Saturday nights are making it a little difficult to get up for church the following morning. I’ve been pretty determined though- unlike past experiences with church where I would find any excuse not to go. But things are changing slowly. The church here is really small, made up mostly of snowboard bums like me and very relaxed. It’s pretty good as far as churches go.
In order to maintain my sanity, I’ve developed a few rules in regard to christianity and particularly church. These rules make me look like a cold hearted heathen but they seem to be the only way church and I can get along. Lets call them “rules of play”. They are as follows.
Rule #1 I refuse to do anything on command. I won’t pray on command, I won’t stand on command, I won’t raise my hands or worship or clap or anything else someone is trying to convince me I need to do in order to honor God “right”. And I certainly won’t get all excited and riled up.
Rule #2 I refuse to feel guilty or feel like a bad christian for following Rule #1.
Rule #3 I consider it against my religion to dress up for church.
Rule #4 Christians are dorks. Make fun of them often.
Rule #5 Lastly, I reserve the right to walk out guilt-free at any moment. I have taken up this right less and less as of late, but the option is always available.
And thus we have formed an uneasy truce. Follow the rules and we can mostly get along. I say mostly because I’m still not comfortable in more intimate Bible studies and such but there is definitely progress. Lance- I know you’re proud.