Time like an ever running stream

Time as if a continuously streaming run, runs streaming as if timed. Some time ago I told Joe at Twain's as we sipped red ales that I hoped one day to preach a sermon that was pure gibberish. Which seemed like a good idea to us at the time: a time where we reveled in our post-seminary life, that we'd proved ourselves (though we know we've a lot to prove, and part of that is knowing that we've nothing to prove, as far as proving goes, though we are just a couple of guys, who at the same time have nothing to prove). We relished our hot dogs, and we brooded our brews; we winged and had nachos. What a relief to have seminary behind us. Seminary, like art school, of course, is the place where you can experiment: a fact lost on most of the students there who seem to strive after conventionality. Seminary is the place you can do the sermon that is gibberish, take the gloves off, and, in the spirit of our professor, Chuck, preach naked. The forces of conventionality are strong at seminary, even so, and I can understand why people feel put in their place. I still think of how the powers came down on Joe, who did the most purely Rabelaisean act of all during Carnival (again a production of Chuck's where the campus was encouraged to engage in radical truth telling through satire - which campus seemed radically unprepared for).
I can't say that Duke is any more immune to the forces of conventionality: a lot of expensive buildings and the presence of great wealth give off an aura of "fitting in." Chuck is bringing his carnival and naked street preaching here next Fall, and it will be interesting to see how that fits in with the campus climate.
My hope now is to find ways of making the Church a haven for the unconventional. An individual church could be what seminary can't be: disproving what I said about seminary being like art school. A seminary - art school cross pollination would bring about a revolution; maybe enough to counteract the seminary - business school cross pollination that occurred a century ago. And so a artist - church cross pollination might get the ball rolling.