Friday, November 13, 2009

My Letter From the Island of Mediocrity

Dear God,
I know you told me not to go, but I have spent some time in this interesting land of Mediocrity. 
 
First, when I got here I noticed how crowded it was.  This is a very popular spot.  And everyone knows that popularity is a good indicator of value.  When something is not good for you it's not popular – right?
 
It was interesting to learn how few rules there are here.  For example, I can pray as much as I want.  It's not against the rules to talk to You, they just don't get involved in the whole faith and passion thing.  It is also recommended that I only talk to you about something twice.  After two times it is best to assume it's not going to happen and to quit praying about it.
 
Reading the Bible is not very popular here.  They find it better to talk about what makes sense, seems logical, or is most accepted.  We all are able to come to our own conclusions about You.  This is much less work and far more palatable to my spirit.  I can adjust my view of You based on how I feel this way rather than getting stuck on adjusting my behavior or attitudes on anything as old fashioned as an absolute truth.
 
I was able to find a church to attend.  I went to the one where I like the most people and has the best tasting coffee.  I'm there almost every week (excluding long weekends, the weeks the weather is really bad or really good, the ones when I am too tired, or ones when the date is an odd number).
 
We don't like to talk about what we believe here, faith is a personal matter.  I know that doesn't line up with the whole "great commission thing."  But that way we don't have to worry about possibly offending anyone or working through what we believe.
 
Toleration is better than forgiveness here, relationships stay comfortably shallow, and I can complain about everything as long as I promise not to get involved.
 
I have lost someone who could have been a close friend, but he kept talking about listening to and following the Holy Spirit, a topic that is frowned on here.  He was transferred somewhere else and his membership was revoked. 
 
Well, that's all for now, there's a big hammock sale I have to get to, my old one wore out.
 
Love Being Bored,
 
Al M. Ostalive 

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