Today is the thirty-fifth day of Lent.
I believe in one God,
the Father, the Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth,
of all that is, seen and unseen.
I believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,
the only something of God,
I have no idea of the Father,
something from something,
I don’t know from I don’t know,
nothin from nothin leaves nothin,
bein got and not maid,
who knows what with the Father.
Through him all things were made. Okay. I guess.
For us and for our salvation
he came down from somewhere.
By the power of something kind of spooky
he became incarnate from…I can’t even say it. Just, no.
And was made man.
For some reason I don’t get he was crucified under Pontius Pilate;
he suffered death and was buried.
On the third day they say some crazy shit happened, and
the scriptures might have mentioned something about it, if that makes you feel better.
He went up to heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father,
which is a nice gig if you can get it.
Rumor has it he’s coming back and there might be hell to pay or else maybe just a party.
And his kingdom – whatever that means – will never end.
I believe in some kind of Holy Spirit. At this point, why not?
I’d rather not say where it proceeds from
since the last time we said something about that it split the Church in two.
With the Father and the Son he is worshipped and glorified.
Something something the prophets.
Seriously, I’ll pretty much say anything at this point just to get to the end.
Sure, I believe in some kind of Church. Holy? No. Apostolic? What does that even mean?
I acknowledge that I don’t have any idea what baptism is, or forgiveness, or sins.
I am not looking for the resurrection of the dead. I have no idea what happens when we die and am too busy living to worry about it.
So I’ll take whatever comes.
What can I say? It’s the best I can do at this point in my life.