I've recently started to bemoan the state of comedy "satire" on television (see my post at girlfriday), in that it's rapidly downgraded itself from smart-as-a-whip, even-handed observationism to poorly-disguised liberal activism. I don't care if people are liberal or conservative when I watch them on TV. But seriously, folks? "SNL," "The Daily Show" and "The Colbert Report" just aren't that funny any more.
Beyond TV comics is an even more irritating and sometimes infuriating trend -- that of Hollywood celebrities dispensing anti-Bush venom like verbal diarrhea. Did you watch the Emmys a couple weeks back? WAY too political, people. We, the viewing public, tune in to see who's winning which award, not to hear for the bazillionth time that (insert name of female celebrity) has no respect for the current administration and (insert name of male celebrity) thinks Bush is a buffoon. We get it -- really.
People having and expressing opinions doesn't bother me. Afterall, it's their right in this country to do just that! But the Hollywood "intellectual elite" (I mean, they must be intellectually elite if they're voting for Obama) is walking up to the line of common decency and taking one giant step over it.
Guess who pays to watch your movies? Guess whose viewership boosts your TV ratings? Ours. And guess who the majority of "us" voted for in the last election? Yep -- George W. Bush. So when you stand on stage spouting your vendetta-like disapproval of our country's leaders, you're forgetting this isn't a dictatorship (as much as you'd like to liken it to one). The US of A elects its officials -- by and for the people.
So thank you, Hollywood elite, for the constant barrage of insults. Not only are you richer and better-looking than us regular folk, you're clearly smarter. And you aren't about to let us forget it.
On the first day of autumn...
...I took my son for a walk outside and around a local shopping center. While strolling down a particularly long and straight stretch of sidewalk, I spotted a small whirlwind of leaves making its way in our direction. I kept walking toward my destination as the leaves danced right into my path and collided with us. Autumn had tipped its hat to me and said, "Hello old friend."Thank you for the fine welcome!
"We love Him because He first loved us"
That scripture has never been as real to me as it is now as a parent. My son ("Special K") does not yet love me, at least on a working level. But he needs me. I provide comfort and sustenance. I will always pick him up when he cries, feed him when he's hungry and tell him how special he is, even though he can't comprehend my words. One day, when he is able, he will at last know what it means to love me.
And so it is with God. Before we really know Him, how can we have any grasp at all of what He feels toward us? We take and take and take. And yet, like the unconditional love of a parent, He never stops giving. He carries us when we cry, feeds us when we're hungry and tells us how special we are, even though we can't comprehend His words. Until one day we are able to love Him back.
We cannot possibly think this is an "all things being equal" kind of relationship. He loves us because He's our father. Period. We are tiny, helpless children until we know Him. Then, and only then, do we love Him...because He first loved us.
And so it is with God. Before we really know Him, how can we have any grasp at all of what He feels toward us? We take and take and take. And yet, like the unconditional love of a parent, He never stops giving. He carries us when we cry, feeds us when we're hungry and tells us how special we are, even though we can't comprehend His words. Until one day we are able to love Him back.
We cannot possibly think this is an "all things being equal" kind of relationship. He loves us because He's our father. Period. We are tiny, helpless children until we know Him. Then, and only then, do we love Him...because He first loved us.
Landslide
My son is 4 weeks old now. My how the time flies. But we've earned every minute of it, mind you, with all the sleeplessness and adoration that young parenthood should comprise. Since day one, I have found myself overwhelmed with emotionally charged thoughts:How do I take in his whole bodily appearance so that I can keep up with the changes?
What will I do with myself when he no longer welcomes my motherly kisses?
Will I ever sleep soundly again knowing he's alive and vulnerable in a dangerous world?
How on earth am I doing to handle how quickly time goes by? I already miss him.
Is there any way to prevent him from ever hurting himself? Surely there must be.
Yet in the midst of these deeply emotional questions we grapple with, thank the Lord for the thoughts that keep us sane -- like the promise of wearing zippered pants again.
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