Fairly Spiritual: Leave room for random musings, spontaneity in our world

Left brain, linear, analytical people are destroying the world. I’d like to clearly articulate three distinct observations that prove this well thought out assertion. However, I’m not going to do that, because I refuse to let the overly organized and anal retentive masses dictate my rebellion.

Right brainers unite. Well, at least let’s hang out and make a viscerally engaging craft. Let’s cast off the cold, hard shackles of oppressive form and functionality. Let’s abandon the well worn path of vetted guidelines and predictable structures. Let’s not just think outside the box, let’s tear the box down. We might not even recycle it. That’s right … we might just let the box sit there all flat and unproductive.

All right, eventually we’ll recycle it. But we’ll turn it into something really useless, like a butterfly mobile or a lawn gnome.

Who says one idea has to follow another? … Hey, how about those Mariners? Sure wish someone would visit my church … I wonder if Mayor Lewis ever watches The Simpsons … Why do I love the idea of fishing but hate the reality? … And I said to the man, “I don’t care if it is a free range chicken, I’m not letting it sleep in my garage.”

The world needs more lazy poets. The kind of guys who say one provocative, emotive thing and just walk away, leaving us undone. Even our philosophers and theologians suck the life out of mystery. They turn love into a math equation and beauty into a science experiment.

There are so many words written by overachieving type A prophets. They tell us that our church should be this, and we should be that, and everyone should do such and such. But maybe they don’t know the half of it. Maybe they are just really good at finishing things. Finishing their thoughts, their ideas and their books. Our society has a habit of limiting truth to deadline-honoring soothsayers.

Does God limit his truth to the well organized, to the complete sentence saints? Or is truth found in the lazy corners of humanity, in the random musings of random men and women? Does God limit the progression of his kingdom to sacred systematicians, or does his voice advance through the babbles of a joyful child or the lyrics of a heartbroken teen.

It all floats around us. So much beauty, unencumbered by the tyranny of conformity. So much truth, not yet packaged for mass consumption. God is speaking … my quest, question and endless assertion. Speaking through the chaotic miracle that is your life and mine.

You say, “Speak for yourself, pastor. My life is in order.”

I say, “Sorry to put words in your mouth. But they were just floating there, ready to take form.”

Thankfully, I cannot order your life or limit my God. At best I can testify. I can share my song, dance my dance, and let God create something in and through me.

I don’t know if you’ll enjoy any of it. But I know that my heavenly Father loves me, and He loves my incomplete, never quite finished, somewhat linear, occasionally analytical type “whatever” personality.

I’m sure there are at least three reasons God loves me, but I’m not going to list even one. God loves me … I’ll let someone else prove the theorem.

Doug Bursch hosts “The Fairly Spiritual Show” at 6 p.m. Saturdays on KGNW 820 AM. He also pastors Evergreen Foursquare Church. Evergreen meets at 10 a.m. Sundays at the Riverside High School Theater. He can be reached at www.fairlyspiritual.org or doug@fairlyspiritual.org.