Emergent churches need to "reach the young people!" They're "just a generation away from extinction!" They've "got to be more appealing and relevant to a younger generation!"
So they're holding a camp with cool stuff like sprinkling each other with water, smearing each other with mud, listening to oldsters like Campolo and McLaren and Claiborne, celebrating liberation from 80s televangelists with the Bakker's son, and appropriating hyper-popular Celtic Christian images by calling the affair "Wild Goose," reportedly a Celtic metaphor for the Holy Spirit.
Doubtless, this brilliantly conceived affair will lure away droves of suburban evangelical kids into the clutches of the neo-Gnostics who comprise the Emergent Conspiracy. Who could resist the appeal of an event like this one?
Hide your kids. Hide your wife. And hide your husband.
The surest sign that a movement is dead is when it makes lame moves to attract the young folk.