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"Behind the intials was a metaphor, a delirium tremens, a trembling unfurrowing of the mind's plowshare. The saint whose water can light lamps, the clairovoyant whose lapse in recall is the breath of God, the true paranoid for whom all is organized in spheres joyful or threatening about the central pulse of himself, the dreamer whose puns probe ancient fetid shafts and tunnels of truth all act in the same special relevance to the word, or whatever it is the word is there, buffering, to protect us from." Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Me and the Hell I will most likely be going to

In Church, I get the worst ideas I've ever had about religion in my entire life. Last time I had this great idea for a story while the pastor was giving his sermon. In the story, this preacher gets up and decides to play a kind of ecuminical straight man. He begins to go through all the arguments that the modern world has against the existence of God, one after another, presentig them in all their sensibility and without mercy. It's a total rhetorical set up because you know that at any moment he's going to turn around and just say, "but when we consider..." at which point, he'll pull this excercise in atheism right out of the fire and turn it into a full scale revival.

Except, in the story, he doesn't pull it out of the fire. He seems perched at the volte, but instead, he pauses in deep consideration...longer...longer. I'm not quite sure how the story would end. Either he'd step down from the pulpit and just leave the congregation with their faith totally devastated without building it back up again, he himself having figured out that the logic of his own argument is simply just too insurmountible for him to offer its counter so that what is his sermon becomes instead an attack on faith itself.

Or, and I like this one too, before he mounts that counter argument, taking the congregation out of their faith-based nose dive into an upward soaring into renewed and invigorated faith, he simply has a heart attack and dies over the pulpit.

So, anyways, that was Easter...

3 Comments:

Blogger Blowing Shit Up With Gas said...

Maybe you can write it like an interactive text adventure book. When it gets to the part where it could go either way, you just say, "For the uplifting / restored faith ending, turn to page XXX. For the devastated congregation ending, turn to page XXX."

10:26 PM  
Blogger Intaki said...

Or he gets struck down by lightning before he can restore the faith, his blasphemy being too much.

Or, as with many preachers, he has a really messed up son or daughter who begins cheering him on and yelling at teh rest of the crowd without realizing that their father is going to reverse his line of reasoning.

9:40 AM  
Blogger Monstro D. Whale said...

That would be SERIOUSLY funny. Like, he gets struck by lightening, dies, and that's what prevents people from losing their faith in the Christian God.

See, like I really am going to Hell.

3:46 PM  

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