The Emergent's Creed

Some satire from The Wittenburg Door....

The Emergent's Creed

I contemplate on the big Guy in the Sky,
Visionary of heaven and earth,
and in the Mystic Jesus Christ, a Son, the Lord:

Who might have been conceived of the Great Spirit,
born in a Labyrinth
buffered under Pontius Pilate,
was crucified and reinvented in the Eucharist.

He descended into the silence.

The third day He emerged from the fourth dimension.

They say He ascended into heaven
Where I visualize Him sitting at the right hand of God,
whence He might come to have a conversation with Post-modern doubters.

I meditate on the icons of the holy catholic church,
the missiological position,
candles and incense
and the possibility of creating life ever-blasting.

Rock on Amen.