HELLO. My name is “Christian”
Hello. My name is Christian. I am not really sure what that means, but I was given this name tag at the door. I keep trying to get an answer, but no one can tell me.
I guess we’re supposed to listen to the guy on stage, but I don’t think he knows either. Maybe I missed it.
It looks like everyone has the same badge, so really I don’t see any reason to wear it. Except that I heard someone say that it’s the only way into heaven.
I think it’s supposed to make us different somehow. But I guess that doesn’t happen until we die.
I have lots of name badges just like mine to give away to other people, too. I think there is a reward system based on how many people you can get to wear the “Christian” badge. I still haven’t found where to redeem my rewards yet. Just add that to the list of unknowns. I feel like such a newb, but I’ve been here all my life.
Each week we get together for music and coffee and we talk about how hard life is. Then we hear an uplifting “message” from the man on stage and that seems to get us through the week. But the fuel doesn’t last long, because everyone is back with more complaints the next week. I guess the plan is to keep getting together each week to share our struggles until we finally die and then everything is fine because we’ll be in heaven.
Heaven is supposed to be pretty great. There’s this guy there named “God.” Well, I think he’s there. I guess it’s like his house. I mean, it makes no difference to me who he is. I guess it’s better than the other place.
I think he’s supposed to be a father figure or something. (A bit of an absent dad if you ask me.) I’m supposed to tell people about him. Oh, and his son. But no one is really telling me anything about the guy, so I’m pretty clueless about what to say.
Most of the songs we sing are about him, but I haven’t learned much there either. He loves me. He loves me. Oh, he loves me.
I guess that’s all we need to say about the man, right?
Every once in a while I feel like I want to know more about God, but whenever I try to start a conversation about him everyone acts like I’m their 10th grade teacher showing up to a party with a pop quiz. I think the trick is to stop asking questions and just sing.