Woe onto us. The earth was not destroyed, and despite some backtracking on the part of Mr. Camping, judgment does not appear to be upon us.
Yet, verily I say unto you that the entrepreneurial spirit is upon me and I am CALLED to start a new Church. This will be called the Church of Whatever You Fucking Believe. There will be no ministers, rabbis, priests, imams, gurus or sensei. The precepts are simple: Believe whatever the fuck you want. Worship as you choose.
You want a heavenly afterlife? You got it, baby. You need the threat of hellfire to stay on the straight and narrow? Not a problem. Perhaps you worship a god or two with an elephant’s head or a monkey’s? Why not? Maybe dead people can speak through you, or you think God is dead. Or maybe not dead, just gone out for a pack of cigarettes a couple of millennia ago, and hasn’t been heard from since.
Each week a “service” will be held. Services will be held on either Saturday or Sunday or Monday evening. The exact day of that week’s “worship” will be chosen though rock, paper, scissors. Why Saturday or Sunday? Because most people have off from work, silly. Why Monday night? Because it’s pretty dead and a lot of restaurants and shows are closed. Please note, there has been some feedback: Services will not be held in America on Monday nights during football season.
Services will be lead by a random congregant who will be picked through a lottery. Don’t worry; we know you’ve read that story. The lottery winner will not be stoned! Wait a second. You didn’t read the story? Oops! Sorry about the spoiler.
The random congregant leading that week’s service gets to give a sermon on whatever topic he or she chooses, and the rest of the congregation is expected to listen politely, unless he or she says something really offensive that pisses them off, in which case they can rattle noisemakers that will be distributed before every service and pelt the leader with Nerf balls. Paint balls, however, are strictly prohibited by the Church of Whatever You Fucking Believe.
The service itself will consist of reading from religious texts, works of philosophy, blogs, Pride and Prejudice, Pride and Prejudice with Zombies, treatises on Lost, or Lost in Space, song lyrics, words of the prophets written on subway walls or tenement halls, shopping lists, and/or anything else chosen by that week’s lucky congregant.
At the end of the service, there will be a collection plate passed around. Proceeds will go to feed the hungry, and clothe the poor, or to whatever cause that week’s congregant is pitching, or even into his or her own pocket as long as there’s full disclosure. That is after a percentage for the use of the hall and a percentage to the founder emeritus of the Church of Whatever You Fucking Believe. That would be me.