Cosmos or Chaos?

I keep scoring as a cultural creative. This quiz is going around on the blogs I'm reading. Tweaking the answers changes the percentages a little bit.

You scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational. Cultural Creative 75% Fundamentalist 63% Postmodernist 50% Romanticist 44% Existentialist 25% Idealist 19% Modernist 6% Materialist 6% What is Your World View? (updated)

Just a little brain fun that brings more questions than answers. There are a lot of questions poking their bony fingers into my consciousness. I am in a weird place in processing emergent-traditional-contemporary-alternative worship, church, and faith issues. It all seems chaotic, unformed and disconnected. Not just my thoughts- but where the church at large is at. I feel like I'm flying without the security of a pressurized cabin, without the familiar discomforting noise- without a plane at all. More of a parachute jump. Neither here nor there, yet headed somewhere, with meaning, because God has set the course. I want to discover cosmos in the chaos (thank you Madeleine L'Engle for that wonderful idea found in Walking on Water.)

Emilie Griffin is speaking of the experience of prayer in her book, Clinging, but it has application here as well. I am being squeezed by what she writes. See my post Thinking About Lemons (May Archives.)

"…He asks us to cut loose, to be his, to be unbound, attached to nothing but heaven and him. He asks us to unravel everything that binds us, everything that holds us in the here and now, to come as we are, now without a change of clothing, without looking back, on a way from which there is no turning back: a strange and unconsoling path along a hidden and unglamorous way.

And so, by prayer, we gain the heights. We are not yet at the summit, nowhere near. The valley we have come from is long ago lost in fog, and the path has turned so often that there is no chance of turning back.
We cannot see a foot ahead or behind. And the figure on the path ahead, just glimpsed now and then, seems to be carrying a cross…"