Posted by
Michael Weyman on Monday, January 19, 2009 11:03:43 PM
As I write this the country is on the cusp of the Visitation. The Arrival. We fully expect him to arrive on a donkey, as the crowds lay down palm branches in his path. The Perfect One, the answer to the prayers of the masses, is about to ascend to his throne, and the Hated One is to be driven out of the temple, forever to be cursed by the scribes and the orators.
In anticipation songs, poems, plays and books are being written, to be performed for the pleasure of the royal couple. Visions were seen in the West, and all of Hollywood will be bringing their gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
Those of us who know that there is a God and it ain’t Obama will be drowned out with the cries of “Give us Barackamus.” How dare anyone blaspheme the One! Just listen to the news media, watch entertainment programs or even talk to a co-worker, and you’ll be convinced you’re the only person in America (or the world, for that matter) who is not entranced by the Presence.
Who will be our voice? Certainly not the minority party, so anxious to be seen as bi-partisan that they’ve lost all pretense of principles. Certainly not the conservative media, many of whom have already supped with the incoming deity. Certainly not huge numbers of the clergy, so anxious to promote unity and racial harmony that almost every other virtue has been pushed aside.
So how do we survive the Day? Many of us will turn off our TV’s or flip over to a 50’s rerun. Our Tuesday and Wednesday newspapers will land in File 13. We’ll listen to music on our Ipod as co-workers are screaming, oohing and aahng as they view TV’s brought in for the Moment. After work we may go to a movie, providing we can find one that doesn’t trash Bush, Nixon, Republicans in general, the military, or God.
Can we survive the next four—or God forbid eight (twelve, sixteen?) years? We will, because our faith tells us that Truth ultimately prevails. Warm fuzzies can only be sustained for so long. “The foolish man builds his house upon the sand.” But for the present a lot of people are anxious to play in the sandbox.