Barak Obama and His Pastor

I feel badly for Barak Obama. How could he have known that his and his pastor’s views differed on so many things? How could he have suspected that his pastor would say so many controversial things? I mean, this is the man who brought Obama to Christ! The man he has known for 20 years! The man who baptized his daughters!

I don’t profess to know Obama’s beliefs, but I know how churches work in the South. Some of the more liberal people supporting Barak might not. They might not have even been to church, scoffing at its importance in the modern world.

The whole point of church is that you go to a church to learn about God from your pastor. You stay there because you believe in what your pastor says. Your pastor conveys sermons from God. He helps you understand and interpret the Lord’s word. The congregation tends to believe what the pastor says otherwise the oust the pastor and find a new one.

That leads to two conclusions: Either Barak is a liar or he’s stupid. Either he completely believes what his pastor has taught him (because the pastor was never ousted, nor Obama changing churches) and is lying to us about it, or Obama just never really thought about what his pastor was teaching him. He just listened and accepted without questioning anything. Neither of those are traits appropriate to being president of the United States.


Saturday Mornings Are Gone

It used to be, I’d get up at 5:30am on Saturdays. The tv played static for a half an hour while my brother and I waited for Rocky and Bullwinkle, the first of the Saturday morning cartoons, to come on.

We’d lay there in the living room throughout winter every week rolled up in blankets. It was magic.

I feel bad for my nephews who will never experience Saturday morning the way my brother and I did…

Sure, they have all the cartoons they could ever want to watch, but that kind of dilutes the experience, doesn’t it? For me, born at the tail end of ’75, it was that Saturday morning was the only time that was programmed around me as a kid.

Kids today won’t ever experience that, and I feel bad for them because of it.


A Good Weekend

It was a low key weekend. I didn’t do much on Saturday and Sunday was Pacxa. I had my “Adanced English Club” meeting with only Alie, but I think it was productive…except I couldn’t think of the answer for one of her questions other than, “It’s just how English works…” Those sorts of answers drove me nuts when studying other languages. I hate giving it to someone else.

There’s no school this week. It will be interesting to see what kind of trouble I can get into.