in my town (Colorado Springs, Co, USA, Earth) there are two rather large obstructions that you can see from almost anywhere in the city. the rocky mountains and New Life Church.
well, perhaps i stretch the truth a bit. but this church is still rather large. with membership into the thousands and a literally global influence.
rumor has it that they have a light worth ten thousand dollars.
dateline and HBO have made more than one visit.
the senior pastor is the head of the council of evangelicals (or something like that) and is known to be an advisor of people like President Bush and Tony Blair.
(i dont know why i am capitalizing all of a sudden. i am usually anti-big case. just like e.e. cummings and most third graders.)
New Life Church, sorry, i mean new life church is a mammoth. a giant in the world of modern christianity.
and i am, apparently, friends with new life's second in command.
i met rob brendal through an article he writes for our local pseudo-pop, nihilistic, liberal little paper called the toilet paper.(toiletpaper.com) i became interested both in the fact that he, a white, middle class, suburban evangelical minister, was willing to ideologically place himself in front of a firing squad of agnostics for no reason other than to simply extend and olive branch of peace between the two worlds, as well as do a really good job at it.
so i went to his church. he found out how i found out about him. we hit it off.
so now, i am a sounding board. or something. he says he likes me because i exist outside of his cultural bubble. he says that he enjoys hearing my perspective. he is obviously trying to convert me.
inspite of this, i still like him. he is intelligent and articulate and, since he exist outside of my cultural bubble (the cynics, the poets, the drunks, the bohemians and so forth and so on), i find his perspective refreshing.
i might actually leave this thing with a decent amount of understanding for the SUV-ing, purpose driven, suburban living normal people out there.
surreal.
anyways, thats my story. not sure what to make of it yet.
who knows? i might end up on dateline someday.
12:26 p.m. - 2005-11-10
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