The highs and lows of these recent days.
Filth. As a part of my ministry following televised filth, I am forced to watch televised awards shows to witness the debauchery therein. As you probably know, the largest of these TV exploitations just aired……the Academy Awards. Recognizing excellence (??) in the past year’s cinematic offerings, this award show really brings out the mega-watt stars in all matter of garb. Not to mention the celluloid trash which is deemed as outstanding. Let me just make a few comments as a Babatist in this evil world. First of all, the choice of films this year was lackluster to me. A film about Catholics, one about hookers, another about freaks and aging, a tiresome LONG film about buildings, and yet another about a transgender drug lord. This is enough to make me gag. Secondly, the Academy chose to recognize the hooker and the Mexican girl helping the transgender sinner. Tsk Tsk Tsk. Finally, at least the attire was not as sleazy as those at the Grammys. Of note, Sister Halle Berry had on a dress which I would love to be near every time I need a small mirror to check my lipstick!
Faith. Last week, I was on one of my high seas ministry trips with the sodomites and lesbyterians on a cruise ship in the Caribbean. It is a frequent part of my ministry, as these poor souls need my influence amid all the other idolatry onboard. This particular trip took a turn of benevolent proportions. Adrift in the distance somewhere between Cuba and Mexico, a small boat in distress was spotted and our massive ocean liner made a very large U-Turn to investigate further. Indeed, there were 11 poor souls stranded and taking on water. I, at first, thought it was a living bible story with the disciples in a fishing boat (with the assumption that Judas had been thrown overboard). However, Jesus walking on water was nowhere to seen, so my biblical inspiration was false. Instead, 11 refugees from Cuba were rescued from certain death and brought aboard our ship. It was an inspirational moment watching the love of Christ in action for these people. Fortunately, those rescued were kept in sick bay for care and never had to face the debauchery occurring on decks above them. I’m grateful that, in spite of these current times, I have faith that there are still those who will Rescue the Perishing. Let us pray.
Froth. It’s a sad commentary when we in this world must live in constant fear of agitation at large public events. Shootings, riots and out-of-control vehicles all have been issues in recent times. Here in my home base of Dallas, we recently hosted a conference for the National Cheerleading Association, offering young girls an opportunity to show off their jumps and tumbles. Although many were made up to look like teen sluts, proud parents accompanied them to support this pastime. I was heretofore unaware that adults amid all of this revelry and “cheer” can be ornery. Apparently, two fathers in attendance found themselves frothing at the mouth over God-knows-what. However, upon the ensuing brawl between them, items were knocked to the concrete floor of a cavernous convention center resulting in the apparent sound of gunfire. Screaming girls fled to the streets and police were dispatched. All because one parent didn’t like the tumble of another’s child. Disgusting. And don’t even get me started on the occasional MALE cheerleader in attendance!
