Archive for January, 2010

While I really love Eugene Cho’s blog about Pat Robertson’s thoughts on Haiti, I have a few remarks of my own to share.

“It never ceases to amaze that in times of amazing human suffering somebody says something that could be so utterly stupid, but it like clockwork happens with some regularity.” — Robert Gibbs

It is difficult for me to believe that Pat Robertson and I serve the same Jesus.  But, we do.  And ya know, I say stupid and insensitive things sometimes too.  In fact, the taste of foot still lingers in my mouth from my most recent ridiculousness.  However, the consequences of Mr. Robertson’s remarks are much greater than mine (hello James 3:1).

Those things which Robertson has rightly taught from the Bible have influenced people for good, and that should be acknowledged.  Yet, his comments about Haiti were both odd and insensitive and their influence far-reaching.  Not only are his faithful followers more apt to wrongly judge Haitians, he also added to the the resistance of many to Christianity.  Thankfully, some recognize that his words were not representative of our faith.  In Keith Olbermann’s response to Mr. Robinson he said, “It is laughable now to call him ‘Reverend.'”

There’s a part of me that feels badly for Robinson.  His ignorance is not entirely his fault and his intentions were likely good.  (No sarcasm intended.)  There’s also a part of me that wonders how much revenue he will generate from what I view as a thoughtless and even (subconsciously) bigoted rambling.  All press is good press, right?  I also wonder whether he still feels justified in what he said or if he recognizes his ill impact and holds any remorse for what he has done.  (His website, for the record, doesn’t exactly imply the latter but, rather, seems more to justify/defend.)

I feel like Olbermann shared my pity and frustration when he addressed Robertson and Limbaugh:
Mr. Robertson, Mr. Limbaugh: your lives are not worth those of the lowest, meanest, poorest of those victims still lying under that rubble in Haiti tonight.  You serve no good, you serve no god.  You inspire only stupidity and hatred.  And I would wish you to hell but knowing how empty your souls must be for you to be able to say such things in a time of such pain, I suspect the vacant, purposeless lives you both live now are hell enough already.
I don’t agree with what Olbermann said but I certainly share the emotions behind his words.

Yet, with all this mixed emotion, I can do one thing.  Pray.  (That, and forgive.  Okay, fine.)
Grace and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ – to Mr. Robertson who, like me, sometimes unknowingly wreaks havoc with his words; to the beautiful people of Haiti who have suffered so much loss in the last five days that only Father God could truly understand; and to all those who have and continue to support and love Haiti – may they be successful in meeting their physical, emotional, and eternal needs.

Update: Here’s a statement from Dr. Myles Munroe, a Christian speaker and author in the Caribbean.


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Why would anyone name a restaurant after a girl?  I don’t understand.  And I don’t like it.  My friends wanted to take me to Audrey Claire’s for my birthday once and I insisted that we did not go anywhere that was named after a dumb girl!

Okay, so I’m a girl.  And there’s even a DUMB restaurant here in Seattle that has my name.  Will I go there?!  Certainly NOT!  I mean, seriously??  There is just something wrong with giving a restaurant a girl’s name.  Jack’s?  Sure.  Luke’s?  Great.  Pete’s?  Joe’s?  Pat’s?  Geno’s?  Good, good, good.  (And then bad but only because Geno’s are a bunch of haters.)

Anyway, back to my original statement.  Restaurant’s with girl’s names.  Weird.  Dumb.  Lame.  Ugh.  That’s what I say.

When questioned by my dear friend Melanie about this she said, “Well what about Wendy’s?”  Wendy’s?? It is so not my fault that I eat at Wendy’s from time to time.  It is a stupid name but I was cultured to go there.   I had no choice.  “Sheri’s?” she inquired.  Same thing.  So not my fault.  I mean, sure, I went there without a fight but really it wasn’t a CHOICE that I made knowingly.  I was just going where it seemed that I should go–without even realizing that I was patronizing a restaurant whose founder was clearly an idiot!  I mean come ooonnn.

And that, my friends, is all I have to say about that.

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Seasons Do Not Change Overnight

Grace and peace from God, our Father, to you and to me, too.

The last five months have been full or surprises and changes for me.  After two months in Washington, DC, I moved back to Washington State.  (A long story which involves a lot of children who I will never forget, incredibly poor administration who I hate to remember, and a great city attached to fond memories.  Two glimpses of said story can be seen in I’ma Steal You and Enough, I Think….)  A few weeks after moving, I found a teaching job and I have been teaching fourth grade at a growing school in Renton.  I quickly bought a car (which has been a growing pain), found a housemate (who happened to room with one of my former roommates), moved into an apartment in Bellevue (which is one of the last places I want to live), and hit the ground running.  Again.  Crazy, but I suppose I’d rather be running than sitting still.

This season has indeed been trying, exhausting, at times frustrating, and very, very humbling.  Admittedly, I have been anxious for the next season to start.  I have to remember, though, that seasons do not change overnight.  Like winter giving way to spring – snow and ice melt slowly, the banks of nearby rivers are overtaken by its bitter-cold water, hesitant buds begin to push through the frigid ground.  It doesn’t really even feel like a new season until, sure enough, those buds burst into fragrant blossoms.  So it will happen for me….

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