The week that was is no more, and the week that is to come has not yet. But for some reason, the kitchen is really a mess right now. So before the week that isn’t becomes the week that was, and before I tackle a stack of dirty dishes, what say we sally forth into the region of space and time we like to call … Saturday Ramblings.
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. We won’t get fooled again … that is, until the next election. Until then, remember this my children: Barak Obama is the very best president of the United States that we have. We are commanded to pray for him. And, according to Andy Stanley, we might want to call him our Pastor-In-Chief. Really. Adam Hamilton thinks President Obama would make a good preacher. Apparently because he can cast a vision and inspire people. I guess that’s what pastors are supposed to do. Cast visions and inspire people.
President Obama’s picture graced the front pages of most newspapers this week, not only in the United States, but around the world. It was inauguration week, after all, and he is Barak Obama, after all. But to see his picture on a pair of Air Jordans? Really?
The prayer at the end of the inauguration ceremony caused no end of trouble. First Louie Giglio was bounced for something he said in a sermon twenty years ago. Then the man who took his place did a little preachin’ in his prayin’. I wonder if it is time to do away with the benediction at these events before someone gets their eye poked out.
Ask someone in Providence, Rhode Island what they are thinking, and most likely they won’t respond, “I was just thinking about a passage of Scripture.” That’s because that city is the least Bible-minded city in the United States. Yes, the American Bible Society has come up with a way to measure just how biblically-minded an entire city can be. What is up with the Northeast? Why don’t you people think about the Bible? You should try to be like those in Knoxville, who apparently think of nothing else.
A lot of us are thinking about heaven these days. Or at least we’re reading about those who have visited there recently. It is no surprise here that when one Christian publisher has a bestseller about a near-death experience and a visit to the pearly gates, all the others want to jump in. Just where are they finding all of these heavenly visitors all of a sudden? And correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t St. Paul say he was commanded not to tell what he saw in his vision of heaven? But don’t let Paul’s example stop someone from their fifteen minutes of fame and a hefty advance check.
Is atheism a religion? That is a debate we will no doubt hear much more of in the days to come. In the meantime, read what this atheist has to say about religion. Not sure I can disagree with him too much.
Oops. Remember that church in Pennsylvania whose youth pastor thought it a good idea to stage a “terrorist attack” on his youth group? One of the girls in the group was so scared she filed charges against the youth pastor, who now has to pay a hefty fine and do community service. Anyone see the irony in sentencing a pastor to do community service?
EWTN has launched a new social media portal, Awestruck. Is this really a good move? Do we really need to be building more shacks in the Christian ghetto? Meanwhile, the pope realizes the dangers of participating in the digital age, but wants to do so anyway. He even has a new app. I’ll admit, I don’t tweet. And I don’t plan to. I’m sure the world will spin on its axis just fine without hearing such things as, “Feel like Cheetos. None in the house. Heading to the store.” Agree or disagree?
People in Michigan really need something to do with their time. A woman in that state up north recreated Leonardo’s The Last Supper completely from lint pulled from her dryer. Oh, I only wish I were making this up.
Birthday candles were blown out this last week by Jean Stapleton; Tippi Hedren; Phil Everly; Janis Joplin; Dolly Parton; Tommy Ramone; Slim Whitman; Buzz Aldrin; Jack Niklaus; Bill Bixby; Linda Blair; Ernest Borgnine; Oral Roberts; Neil Diamond; Warren Zevon; John Belushi; Ernie Harwell; and Alicia Keys.
Say what you will about his theology, but you have to agree that Granville Oral Roberts could preach. Oh boy, could he preach. Just a few weeks before he passed away, he preached one final sermon in a tiny Native American church about 45 minutes south of Tulsa. He was always proud of being a Cherokee. Here is perhaps his greatest sermon of all, taken from his early tent meeting days. Try to ignore the hideous music someone put behind this. It was the best version of this message I could find. Enjoy.