On le metro, a very friendly man and his wife helped direct us to one of our locations. They were heading for a ball, and they were commenting on seeing celebrities. The wife said that she would easily recognize Ted Kennedy, but she would never be able to recognize Jessica Simpson, to which her husband wittily quipped: Washington is the Hollywood for ugly people. Apparently this was borrowed from John McCain, but I still find it hilarious. Hence, the title of this entry.
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Today was depressing at the beginning then damn fun at the end. Late last night I decided I was not going to the Inauguration tomorrow. I chose to stay home to pray, fast from media, and read the Bible, specifically Jeremiah. My heart was heavy throughout the day, and that made everything else depressing. However, later that day we had to finish our scavenger tour of Washington, which was great. I even got to see Obomb's motorcade on his way to a ball. I further justify my not going to the inaugs on the basis that I was closer than any "normal person" was today.
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Why did I not want to go to the inaugs? Well, selfishly, I didn't want to deal with the crowd. Also, even though it was a "historical" moment, I didn't feel like it was necessary for me to be there to say that I was there to my grandchildren someday. I had that going for me as the sole reason for a while, until epiphs occurred, with two r's. In my last blog, I hinted at today being too much idolatry. I still believe that. But before I go off on my schpiel, some discretions:
1. I do not consider Obombs to be the anti-Christ. If he is, then the religious right/left is the Whore of Babylon. Suck on that!
2. I like Obombs, I voted for him (if you want to know why, ask me please).
With that out of the way, I still believe that our nation, and especially some Christians, have committed idolatry. Obomb's campaign has been centered around "hope." People have taken this and ran with it. This 'hope' is the sole end for them, but hope in what? Doesn't sound like hope in Christ. No, its hope in the political system, and especially, hope in one singular man to change it. I look at all of the t-shirts, buttons, and paraphenalia around town, and its depressing for many reasons, but to put it succinctly, they are capitalizing an idolatry. Ooh, I like that, make a note to self. I hear people on the bus and le metro and all they talk about is Obama, and everyone wearing Obama on their shirts. We have committed idolatry by adorning ourselves with the image of a man we have determined to be our saviour. Christ alone, ladies and gentlemen, Christ alone.
So, what do I do about it? I decide to stay home and read Jeremiah, fast from media, and pray/repent. My church, the Salvage Yard (www.thesalvageyard.org) has identified themselves in a season of mourning and repentance. I feel that I must join with them while I am here, and this is a perfect opportunity. While millions gather on the Mall to praise Obombs, one sits in his apartment and prays. I'm not trying to make myself sound all haughty-taughty, but I want to encourage others to consider practicing this. Things happen, small and large, because a few people ask the Holy Spirit to direct it. It is incredible. I picked Jeremiah because he was a prophet that warned Israel/Judah of their coming destruction because of their idolatry and adultery with pagan idols and gods. We have a lot to learn from the prophets today, we most certainly do. More later, perups.
As for the fun stuff, my group finished our scavenger hunt. We took le Metro to Foggy Bottom and took a shuttle to the Kennedy Center and then to the Watergate Hotel. We then took le metro to Chinatown, which is where we met the nice couple mentioned above, and walked towards the Convention Center, which was nearby our last stop, the Cato Institute. However, we did not make it because the police stopped everyone for the Obomb's motorcade to his next ball. It was very cool and exciting to see the motorcade. Then I got Chipotle and went back home. Cool stuff.
Also, I intend on posting images of the scavenger hunt and more Washington photos on my picasa. http://picasaweb.google.com/thekerrywake Bookmark that baby!
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3 comments:
mike and I are following your blog... good job! Mike is going to respond to you later; but I am liking the way you are thinking. :>)
I will write more later... right now we have 1173 minutes of old school battlestar galactica to get through.
You also got a mention in the service tonight.
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it might seem like I'm blog-stalking you cuz I keep commenting. Sorry about that.
Good stuff, though. I have been trying to figure out what I believe in this whole thing, and I really am not sure still, but I definitely agree with what you are saying here. I am quite out of touch with what's going on back stateside, but am trying hard to get myself more informed.
Anyways, good for you, and I hope that you had an awesome time hanging out with God today.
later!
So, I most definitely wrote you a comment this morning. A hilarious one. I'm wondering if I previewed but never published. Either that or you're censoring me! What, am I too awesome for you?
Anyway, I can't recreate the pre-6:00AM commentosity, so I'll just say that it included a remark about how I hope your use of quotation marks around "historical" was a subtle jab at people who don't realize the word is... uh... "historic," because I would really appreciate that, and a description of what I decided to call a snotto. Too bad the post didn't work. Now you'll never know what a snotto is.
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