Did I tell you that I almost joined a church?
Yeah, it was last Sunday.
Actually, it started Saturday when I saw a really attractive flyer in my door. It was someone changing a tire except the tire was colored like the planet earth. Corny? Maybe, but it got to me (That's part of the image above with the best part inexplicably cut off -- damn technology).
So I read on.
"Why does Easter matter? Because through the life of Jesus Christ, God's love has been unleashed in the world."
Perhaps I should have seen that coming since the url emblazoned on the flyer was celebrateeaster.net but I soldiered on mainly because I saw stuff like this:
"his followers here in your neighborhood are sheltering the homeless, caring for the elderly, providing volunteers in our public schools - and reaching out around the world to combat global poverty and HIV/AIDS, and doing many other things that really matter."
Despite my lack of religion, I do like to help people, even if it means hanging out with church folks or even, gulp, going into a church to do so.
So, last Sunday, I called the number on the flyer for the church nearest me.
Here's a somewhat fabricated transcript:
"Hello, I got a flyer in the mail and I'm interested in helping out in our community."
"Great, will you be coming to church on Sunday?"
"Uh, no but . . . ."
Actually, the call was longer than that and the guy ended up giving me some very useful, non-church related contacts, but the it did end that way.
Indeed, they weren't looking for people to help out necessarily as much as they were looking for butts to fill their seats during Easter, which is like the Superbowl of Christian holidays. No, that would Christmas. Easter is like the Final Four of Christian Holidays, you know, only for the die-hard (pun intended) fans who are REALLY into the game. Whereas pretty much ANYBODY who gets off the boat or crosses the border "gets" Christmas. It's flashy, fun and gives everyone an excuse to spend more time in Best Buy and Target.
So, it looks like I fell for the the old-bait-and-switch. It's the way Time Share companies get you to sit through 90-mins of pressure sales and slideshows on the promise of a free Disney vacation. Actually, that's a lot like church -- mandatory torture with the promise of prefabricated bliss (and, usually, another 90-minute lecture on why you should opt-in).
It's kind of like how I started this blog with saying I almost joined a church when in actuality, that's no where near the truth. But it got you to waste 90-some seconds on reading what some (mostly I) would call bliss.