Not Much
The above image has little to do with my post; it’s just that I really enjoy
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
It’s been a long time, and it’s about time to start posting again.
A couple of nights ago, I was thinking again about the church during my drive home. I have never felt so distant from the institutional, western church as now. I feel like the last ten years of my life, church has been at the center, and this is the first year the chain has snapped and I’ve drifted out into the wild blue yonder. Anyway, I wrote down my feelings about the church in my journal, and this is what is hidden away in those pages:
The church is no mere harlot; it is a brothel.
It is 1,000 gongs and 10,000 cymbals.
It is as much set apart as a rectum, which expels crap into the world daily.
It is shockingly profane.
The church loves its neighbors the way a bullet loves flesh.
The church is one catatonic body, many malignant parts.
The church is an alien in a strange land, though the planet of origin is certainly questionable.
The church consists of a priesthood that is royal in terms of height, distance, and peculiarity.
The gates of hell do not prevail against it for they do so often protect it.
The church is Chernobyl on a hill, radiating its message to all people.
Simply put, the church is not much.
Though often a thousand times more militant, we are lesser than Gideon’s army.
Thus it is a very good thing that God can do so much with so little.
We have given as little as possible, so perhaps he will give as much as possible.
And perhaps he already did.
Oh, and here’s the bonus panel!
note: just in case you go check out SMBC, sometimes he can be a bit raunchy
