Momma Says Spock You OUT.
Best. Fark. Photoshop. Ever.
View with caution, as I got some very strange looks from coworkers as I tried to stifle my guffaws.
So, I’m just wondering, how often does Saddam Hussein get to Northeast Philadelphia?
I saw a great bilboard on I95 North tonight. It featured a large picture of Saddam Hussein on the left side, striking an almost Heisman-worthy pose. The text read (and I’m paraphrasing here, as I can’t remember the exact words):
Give Peace A Chance
Go Into Exile
The sight so suprised me that I very nearly ran my car off the road.
I’ll see if I can find a picture.
I don’t know why I don’t learn my lesson. Tonight, as is commonplace between the months of October and June, 770 WABC out of NYC cut The Buzz short to broadcast Devils hockey. In these circumstances, I’m faced with an awkward listening choice for my evening commute.
Should I 1) listen to what passes for “modern rock” here in Philly, 2) tune in to the country music channel (no thanks), 3) listen to the abominable Philly talk station or 4) tune the dial to NPR. Normally, I try to avoid NPR. Alas, commercials tend to annoy me far more than public broadcasting, so eventually, my fingers will find FM2 Preset 6 on my car stereo. And, NPR being what it is, I’ll get caught up in the momentum of a story.
However, I generally have (how can I put this nicely?) differences of opinion with the hosts of NPR shows, let alone their guests. So, it’s not an entirely uncommon thing for me to find myself actually shouting at the radio on my way home from work. The guest on Terri Gross’ show today, Philip Taubman (deputy editor of the New York Times editorial page) had me just about frothing.
My wife asks me why I subject myself to this. The truth is, I just don’t know.
Had an interesting experience last night at our small group Bible study. We were discussing world events and the issue of whether we were within our bounds to hate Saddam, Osama, etc.
The passage we were looking at was Luke 7:36-50, which is an account of Jesus visiting a Pharisee’s house. Jesus told the following parable to Simon, the Pharisee:
Two men owed money to a certain moneylender. One owed him five hundred denarii, and the other fifty. Neither of them had the money to pay him back, so he canceled the debts of both. Now which of them will love him more?
What’s interesting to me is that most of us would probably consider ourselves to be the man 50 denarii in debt, not the 500 denarii debtor. I’d place Osama in at least the 500 denarii camp, if not more. Most of our small group agreed with that stance. (We also lumped Jeffrey Dahmer, Ted Bundy, and Saddam Hussein in, for good measure).
But something really struck me about the passage: we aren’t owed the debt. It’s not up to us to judge. God can forgive any debt, no matter the size. It’s only incumbent upon us to “love [our] enemies, bless those who curse [us], do good to those who hate [us] and pray for those who persecute [us].”
And so, we prayed for Osama. We prayed for Saddam. We thanked God that He had revealed himself to Ted Bundy and Jeffrey Dahmer. We prayed that binny L. and Hussein would not be modern-day Pharaohs (“I will harden his heart “).
I’m trying, honestly, to pray that with full intent.
I’d still love to see ‘em both MOAB’d, though.
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