Well, the MSP ALT worship team met at my house a week or so ago and had a hilarious time planning an April outing to inflict our own emerging style of 'interruptions of joy" on unsuspecting citizens of the twin cities. We've got a team of scouts out working on logistics and we'll need at least a good hundred participants to make it really work. The idea is to do the event on a Saturday afternoon, for about an hour (isn't that the God-ordained length of worship, anyway?) and then meet up at a near-by bar for debriefing.
That's all good, but I've been moved by the OBSCENITY of paying one (talented and well-side-burned) catcher 63 thousand dollars a day for the next eight years to do what he loves--play baseball. "I'm going to give you everything I've got," Joe was quoted as saying at his signing (StartTrib March 23, page 1). Well, Joe, I think we can only return the favor. My idea? Plan a Church of Joe Mauer worship service for opening night on April 12. It will be a street revival, complete with Joe masks on sticks (a fine MN State Fair tradition) and we can even sing hymns (A Mighty Fortress is our Joe, a bulwark never failing). We can make up tracts inviting people to ponder where they truly place their trust when the league championship is at stake, or (here's hoping) the world series. And then best of all, we stage an appearance by--you know who--our man Joe! We'll all bow down, of course, and pledge our devotion to this Immanuel--god-with-us. Some people will love it, and it'll give them something to smile about on opening day. Others will think we're stupid, no doubt. Wacky cult fans. And those who have eyes to see will know that the emperor has no clothes. Tertullian, we're still wondering if Christians can go to the spectacles and not renounce their baptism.
Anon, and peace,
Chris
I. Love. This.
Posted by: Jake Bouma | March 25, 2010 at 11:49 AM