the ramblings of a self-professed postmodern existentialist christian mystic
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Bring on the dancing bears...
"Every Sunday for a year I have run away from home and joined the circus as a dancing bear. We dancing bears have dressed ourselves in buttoned clothes; we mince around the rings on two feet. Today we were restless; we kept dropping onto our forepaws.
"A high school stage play is more polished that this service we have been rehearsing since the year one. In two thousand years, we have not worked out the kinks. We positively glorify them. Week after week we witness the same miracle: that God is so mighty he can stifle his own laughter. Week after week, we witness the same miracle: that God, for reasons unfathomable, refrains from blowing our dancing bear act to smithereens. Week after week Christ washes the disciples' dirty feet, handles their very toes, and repeats, It is all right -- believe it or not -- to be people.
"Who can believe it?"
-- Annie Dillard, Teaching a Stone to Talk
This has to be one of the best descriptions of church I've ever read.
n. husband, father, friend, writer, comic book writer/editor/letterer, coffee nut/barista, cat fanatic, musician/songwriter, web designer, self-professed postmodern existentialist christian mystic, vanity incarnate;
v. to possess entirely too much self-confidence