The Christians who don't do anything

I"m still chewing on the last part of Matthew 7, in which Jesus gives the parable of the wise and foolish builders. Funny, in all the times I'd heard this, until recently I'd missed what the "rock" represented. Jesus says, "everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock." So sure, "build your house on the Lord Jesus Christ," as the Sunday school song says; but more specifically, the "foundation" emphasized here is not my knowledge of him (or about him), or his faithfulness to me, etc.; but whether and how I live out his words (esp. the sermon on the mount, Matthew 5-7). I guess it makes sense: the things I feel surest of are those I've acted on in word or deed. Anyway, in reading this parable to Diesel at bedtime a few days ago, I suddenly thought of the Veggie Tales Pirates: they do none of the things pirates do so are they really pirates? Slowly a spoof started to form in my mind...

Chorus:
We are the Christians Who Don't Do Anything!
We're just chosen to lie around.
And if you ask us to do anything, we'll just tell you:
We don't do anything.

Well I space out in my small group and I tend to shrug off scripture,
and I've never prayed in tongues, in fact I rarely pray at all,
but I read books on theology and wonder 'bout the rapture
and debate predestination and the fall.

(Chorus)

And I never feed the hungry and I never preach in taverns
and I've never emulated St. Augustin or St. Paul,
Yet my favorite occupation is to say "you're all just moderns"
and debate predestination and the fall.

(Chorus)

I don't trust denominations; sometimes I'd like to be Amish
But I've never gone two days without a Skype IP phone call
So I'd better stay the course and keep the status quo I cherish
And debate predestination and the fall.
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Obviously a work in progress. I'm no poet but such is the impact of blogging...