The meaning of life is to subjugate your will to imagination.
As a religious spectator—life has its own meaning, or get bogged down with the rule book—or the experts. We all remember that one guy who would always quote the rule book, but only when it was to his benefit?
The coach—Preaching is a most unworthy profession. If you can’t do, teach! Pseudo-wisdom and just enough fear smattering through the sermons to keep you coming back, burying themselves in the doctrine to hide their lack of faith by pretending. Caught up in the game itself, but lacking any accomplishment in life, they plow through the book and find a million different ways to say the same thing. Like a motivational speaker that entangles each talk with a threat. Teaching others not to trust their own judgement—how empowering.
The player coach—Youth pastors are training to be real pastors. Enamored with the “men of words” and someday having his own congregation (he’s such a good boy) his enthusiastic sickness has never read the Bible through, but what he has read was carefully explained.
The referee—Governing bodies that look the other way and move priests from parish to parish to protect the name of the church. Payoffs and gag orders, protect the good name of the lord, even at the cost of a child. Skilled in sleight of hand, priestly gerrymandering makes these guys a top pick for ruthless prick.
The team—Everybody is running their own plays. Everyone else is doing it wrong (in this I agree) My favorite however, is the cheater who gives glory to god for every goal, and supplements his business ventures with car sales.
The Spectator—the one that watches it all unfold in a game that should have never been invented
Studying rule books is a way of life for most of the world. Hell, we’ve all done it (which is why we are here) but now we watch the plays unfold from the cheap seats,
It’s amazing what one can see from this vantage point! The game of unfun—religion…stuck in your craw like a hometown referee.