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Bowling Team of the Messiah, a true religion story.

I've been a religious man in my own take. I chose not to go to church because of the enticing task of having to go to church. Seeing people's similar views, dress sizes, suit ties, formal socks, yellow teeth from years of coffee consumption- in term, I never understood the point. Why go to the big expensive televisions on display in a department store when you could get the same garbage from CNN at home? That kind of event should only be for the binge drinkers and cough syrup enthusiasts, a place for rest. It made no sense to me to have a middle man when it came to worship. The swine of my age group are already too far gone enjoying themselves too much to look up and appreciate this god character. Allowing themselves to appreciate the here and now. Drinking, drugs, vanity, all addictions incurable by he who is holy in Hollywood. Not now, we have events to go to, people to see. So what was the point of Christianity nowadays when the rest of the world has silently said it to be "old news" and put to the side? Did we all quit the Jesus Christ team to find that there was a world out there full of people like us? To mingle with when we didn't need anymore guilt? Maybe that was gods way of telling me to get out more. I sure hope not. A Terrible way to communicate.

In my run-ins of the Christian religion, I found it to be a series of stories brought forth by the unbelievable uncontrollable power of belief for the center of god country. However, By the blind mans hand, it was a psychedelic trip into lands of believing in power hungry ghosts before thee wipes us out in the worst way possible if we don't hurry. Election Day for two thousand years. Time and time again I find myself discussing this religion with almost everyone I meet.

"Do you believe in the good news?", "do you believe in god", "do you think Jesus smoked grass?" (Yet Almost everyone says yes). What I firmly believe, is that religion (as an industry) is a big deal, with even worst dealers-Invisible products brought to you by the Jesus Christ & Co. however one may spin it, the Christian religion is a mere sober clubhouse for those who desperately need a bit of good thoughts and/or prayer. Just good people gathered together, that's on the surface of course. On paper. Without thinking about it. Without challenge. Until you delve deeper. It's a confusing warp of pace and speeds that not everyone can handle. Certainly not me. Not ever. Too much guilt in life to live, too little thought to move. Most people read the king James holy bible and believe the words it spews about. It only broadens the fact that the double barrel Winston shotgun was not the most accurate weapon of The commandments but, more or less, with the most spread. Only vagueness gets to these people. For good reason. To choose their own fate in the desolation row of the dry desert of life. Adam and Eve were challenged by the serpent to eat from the tree of knowledge for infinite know-how of time, space, war, belief, grief, love, sorrow, and enjoyment. Everything. The serpent wasn't in control of their decision however, I found out that humanity was doomed from the start. Choosing their own fate in risk of knowing everything to everyone. By their curiosity and need of wanting to know more about This green earth in all it's glory, God had no time for competition. In hindsight, curiosity killed the kitty.

I had met a good priest in my home neighborhood of Hillyard, washington for a glass or maybe bottle of water. Whatever Jesus would've done. Somehow I was interested in this oddly shaped building connected to a series bright red bricks that I assumed was "the school". Slightly horrified, I pressed on.

"I had never been in a church before" I said. "Really? What made you decide to come in on such a wonderful day?" He replied. It dawned on me like crisp sunsets over the Mountain top, What was I doing? Was I actually lying to myself in telling the man that I was parched from walking only a few blocks? It was puzzling. I wanted to eat whatever story, he wanted to give me. Get a glimpse in what'll soon to be my choice. But what for? Why now? A Tuesday? Shit.

"Just thought I drop by and see what all the hubbub was about" I said in a tone. He gave me the grand ole tour of this world I had stepped into with innocence. He told about when these people flocked in by the hundreds of healthy thinking preaching folk. However, I felt caged, looking at the bars of a cell. Finding all sorts of years this shining hoopla had lasted. In hillyard, it was that of a calming area without the puke stains and guilt. More than a park bench or bar, much less of a rehab.

I notice in the middle of the satin stage lays a big open book, understanding where I was, it was chopped full of sermons that he tells to hopeful folks of that fraction of the lilac town. "Geez, that sure it a big book" I tell him abruptly. "You come onto this stage, and share your word of god huh? Every Sunday right?" "Oh Yes Sunday and Wednesday when the school, just over yander, starts their bible study in the fall" he tells me. That was when I noticed the many of folders duct taped to the holy walls with titles reading such places as; BANGKOK, SINGAPORE, HONG KONG, INDIA, SOUTH AFRICA.

"we have had the pleasure of being connected with many different groups all around the world spreading the formidable message of god and Jesus Christ. As well as humanitarian work in places like berma, china, Laos, etc. establishing little groups of prayer in troubling of places" he informs me. With a touch of pride behind his face, I felt that he was doing it for something more than just religion. It was hard to believe I was in a church and not some house of meeting for dreadlocks and servants of UNICEF on a mission. The South America folder was empty while the rest has two the three papers stuffed inside.

"You guys seem pretty busy huh? Does that say Bangkok? Damn. That's a long ways away" I say as he nods his head in correction. "Every so often we take that big white RV, ya know?, in the front of the building. We take that RV and preach to many different churches here in town and those around the world" he tells me.

"Ya know Nick, I believe something has brought us together today and if I could have just ten minutes of your time, I want to show you something called 'The Gospel'" he exclaimed. I stood there for a moment thinking everything over, as if there was a commando soldier in the wake of an invasion. Alright son, you're ready to be deployed into battle. It's your mission to listen. if you choose to accept it. 'Buy the ticket, take the ride' a wise man once told me.

"Sure. I think I got time" in my reply. We tread away from the Fight-Club-initiation style informative folders that aligned the wall, to one of the offices. If I didn't know any better, this bastard got himself the biggest office in the whole damn building. "Ohh what a treat" I thought to myself inching closer to the holy doorway. Our time didn't last 10 minutes... but more like 45 minutes all together. With different books he showed me, written in a style that had to make sense of all the gibberish Adam and Eve has pulled off during their time. He spoke about the garden of eden, covered in all the trinkets of food and fruit for such people of earth to survive giving them strong direction of steering clear of knowing everything. I questioned him in his mission of aiding me in my quest for nothing.

"What about in the Bible... it says that we can have slaves? That doesn't seem like it'd be the best bet in gaining trust of his people" I asked. "Ahh... I get it. In the Bible it meant that it's okay to have a BOND slave." "What's that?" I asked in rebuttal. "A bond slave is when, let's say I owe you $30 of cold hard cash, what a bond slave is, is that I can give, in return, is my son in order to pay off that $30. And That's what a bond slave is." An interesting aspect I guess. We continue on. "God isn't that pressed on wether you believe in him or not, i love my wife, but if I chained my wife up to the bed. And left her there. Then She doesn't love me, she's there tied, forced. God isn't like that." "That's pretty kinky" I told him. "While it may be kinky, it's the truth. God only wants your love and your kindness, with pure freedom to do what you will. All within what god wants you to do."

"Ya know, That sounds like a lot. And Jesus taking the fall for humanity, knowing he'd reoccur at any moment. Why do it at all honestly?" I said to him. "Well see nick, Jesus had a certain commitment. He wanted the best for us. So we must put our belief in him, and thank him, for his surrender and his sacrifice" he tells me.

Frankly, I don't remember even getting my bottled water.

"Maybe it was simply Adams fault for eating the apple and putting us in this mess" I said to this off-the-clock priest.

"That may be so. That may be so." With a chuckle following. For a second I had believed it all, as if it was only an incentive to point out the fact that our curiosity killed humanity and simply that belief is all god needed for us to avoid another mass casualty of the human species leading up the demise of Jesus Christ, the messenger of gods word. I thanked the man as I left for sharing his strong story.

"I enjoy teaching people like you. Teaching of the young people is all the reason why I'm around. It's all the more wonderful" he said as he aided me to the big glass door to the outside world. I felt guilty not being totally sure of how I'd play this game of belief. That was the product he tried to sell me. Like a towel to wipe away all forms of sin if I simply gave my life to avoid guilt of not accepting this fantastic once in a lifetime offer. Three easy payments of service for the lord almighty.

I walked away from the palace in shock and awe that The sheer numbers of men and women were that of good faith from the Christian religion. Only Wanting the best for mankind. it's a certain pitch that can only result in a strike against those who don't want to play. The sinner who believes that the winning move doesn't always mean playing the same game. It's when those blessed with their addition to the bowling team that can be used as players on the fight to the championship of heaven. Bowling teams are a lot like the different religions on this planet all playing for the next lane in a new world after they retire from life itself. It's when those teams become tied to violence, misogyny, sexism, and misuse of their shoes is why I put away my bowling shirt away and went home for the evening. Bowling is fun but, bowling can wait.

I recorded the event on my iPhone that day, upon exiting I remember telling the priest about my decision to secretly record it. After all it was a church. I disguised it by saying, "me and my friends run an internet podcast over at the Spokane falls community college and i do surely believe it'll be a good talking point for me and my colleagues". Hesitant, he tells me "Oh... well... okay... just as long as you make truth of your knowledge. And don't make fun. Or push prejudice on me or the church. We get a lot of that around here these days" he said. "Of course sir. You opened my eyes to your mission, it's much appreciated. Gods been good. You'd be a great salesman someday" Then I let the doors close behind me.

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