Sundays' Remix

In the beginning, there was a week and it began with a Sunday.
(In our western tradition it seems like the end of a week.) I, for some twenty years now, have gone to church on this day. I am not sure what the guys that invented it were intending, I can only understand it to a degree since I have no firsthand knowledge of the cultural significance. I think it was supposed to be a life infusion-ing thing. I would not characterize my experience exactly like that.
Most weeks I am disappointed. That may be a good symptom. Each week I hope that doing church will be something that it never quiet ends up being. I know umpteen ways to spin it so that I can be at peace with the rather dissatisfied feeling I am familiar with.
The oratory that I hear sounds like a pep talk for a corporate cubical inhabitant. Duty, rule keeping and the importance of the lowliest janitor is what I take home.
What I want is a sermon like; Jesus the Passionate Lover, Impractical Romantic Life or The hippies had it mostly right.
If you've read the story the bible has to offer, you would conclude it sounds like a soap opera; a melodramatic epic, not a clinical, mathematical formula.
I think church is for people who want to live like poets, not responsible members of the world.
Its a counter-culture. Its for vagabonds and pilgrims. The World is a place to hustle, but not be a insider or conformer or a sell-out.
Making a disciple is drawing somebody out, to hustle with you and the other highwaymen of the faith.
I guess I need to either leave where I currently attend or.....get a little crazy and possibly be asked to leave.