The Church of Life After Shopping Church hacked into an ATM computer this weekend, using the pastor’s head and Elvis-impersonating hair as the medium through which the bamboozling holy-radical code flowed. After a sermon in a bright red B of A lobby, I turned to Exorcise the demons from the ATM hovering in the wall. Rather than place my hand on it, in the power posture we have used against Starbuck’s cash registers, I began a head-first dive. I don’t know why or how this happened. The anger I had generated in myself during the sermon about big banks and their Stimulants -- may have been the cause. The “Holy Jiggly” was visited upon us.
Now we are planning an ATM Exorcism Tour, power praying across the New York City landscape. This is a change in our church’s mission, and a belated acknowledgement that the devilish proliferation of bank branches is leaving us alone in a world of sad and empty same-ness…
Photos by Jonathan McIntosh
