Your options are severely limited.

The sort of blather we read Monday will dissipate in the wind. Jamie Arpin-Ricci will go away and leave nothing for the archeologists but a celtic cross and a knotted cord, Doug Pagitt has already started to go away, Mark Scandrette doesn't have many more pomes [sic] in him, and he doesn't have what it takes to re-imagine anything workable. Shane Claiborne will vanish. David Hayward will certainly give up his doodles and his Trinitarian Pontifications.

This, for instance, will be forgotten:

Here we can dialog. For The Unknown is unknown to everyone. No one has special knowledge. We are all as infinitely ignorant as The Unknown is infinitely unknowable. And, The Unknown reveals and is received indiscriminately, crossing all borders, designations and divisions, accessible and available to everyone. It is the intersection of The Other with the world. Then, the truth, love and justice of the The Unknown is for every creature.

I'm not on drugs.

People will eventually move on and leave Dave to monologue in the rec room of the sanitarium, and all these open-source crackpots and assorted theological droolers will be replaced with even less persuasive Messiahs of the Unknowable.

Established religious institutions will continue to drop like snowflakes and they will try to redefine their essential purposes, but it will not help.

It will all be very tedious, and people will want something real. For those who still have an audience interested in the truth there will be the major task of building some dilapidated shelter against the storms.

Before you start on that, take a look at this. Pay no attention to the narrators; they don't know what they are talking about, and ABC has no clue either. Just take to heart the dilemma of the subjects of the film and consider the relationship between conscience and culture.

You've got some serious thinking ahead of you.