So I will talk about camping...

I got an comment from a fellow campadero about my lack of subject matter in reference with the title of the blog. I haven't been talking about camping because it seems that no one is interested and the ones that are must not write. So let me put it out there again.

If the emergent church was to have use of facilities in which they could leave the city or town and go to for a camp or conferences what would it look like...?



Anyone?



Does anyone have an opinion on what an emergent camp would look like?



Anyone?



That is what I thought - no response. So I will wax eloquently for a while on the emergent camp...

If we normally start on Sunday afternoon, we probably wouldn't begin until Sunday night or so when the spirit started to move or we just kind of finished drinking our coffees and such.

I think the craft time would be mostly candle making. We use a h' of a lot of candles.

No preaching, just stories.

We would eat Chinese food, chiros, tofu nachos, and drink lattes and it would always be after the story time.

The storyteller wouldn't wear shoes (right Rudy?).

We wouldn't have campfires because they aren't environmentally friendly, we would just use a lot of fricking candles and torch lights.

Women would never be called girls. (sorry, I couldn't resist)

Craft time would teach us how to dread your hair.

We would refer to the Mel Gibson movie instead of reading scripture.

There would be a lot of free time. We would change the name from FREE TIME to LIBERATION.

We would change the craft shack into a Nike sweat shop so each camper could experience the plight of the poor.

We would change the name of CAMP to something that wouldn't remind anyone of the holocaust and we wouldn't be accused of being anti-Semitic or is it anti-Semantic?

No Max Lucado only Dostoyevsky.

No Snickers only FairTrade sugar cane and PuraVida coffee.

We would change the name of SUMMER STAFF to THE COMMUNITY.

We wouldn't have staff shirts but yet we would all end up wearing the same thing anyway.

Cabin time would become Cabo devina.

And we would stay up late to watch David Letterman for the Compline.

We need to laugh. We are taking ourselves way too serious.

Have a good day, eh. I have to go out to interview someone. Peace