this horrible/nasty/anti-american/anti-white pastor -- who has been, you know, around for 30 years and is written about in Obama's memoirs and who's church the America-hating Oprah Winfrey often attends -- has, believe it or not, written and said other things than what you've seen on the news.
how about this:
[q]The real lesson Hannah gives us from this chapter—the most important word God would have us hear—is how to hope when the love of God is not plainly evident. It's easy to hope when there are evidences all around of how good God is. But to have the audacity to hope when that love is not evident—you don't know where that somewhere is that my grandmother sang about, or if there will ever be that brighter day—that is a true test of a Hannah-type faith. To take the one string you have left and to have the audacity to hope—make music and praise God on and with whatever it is you've got left, even though you can't see what God is going to do—that's the real word God will have us hear from this passage and from Watt's painting.
There's a true-life illustration that demonstrates the principles portrayed so powerfully in this periscope. And I close with it. My mom and my dad used to sing a song that I've not been able to find in any of the published hymnals. It's an old song out of the black religious tradition called "Thank you, Jesus." It's a very simple song. Some of you have heard it. It's simply goes, "Thank you Jesus. I thank you Jesus. I thank you Jesus. I thank you Lord." To me they always sang that song at the strangest times—when the money got low, or when the food was running out. When I was getting in trouble, they would start singing that song. And I never understood it, because as a child it seemed to me they were thanking God that we didn't have any money, or thanking God that we had no food, or thanking God that I was making a fool out of myself as a kid.
But I was only looking at the horizontal level. I did not understand nor could I see back then the vertical hookup that my mother and my father had. I did not know then that they were thanking him in advance for all they dared to hope he would do one day to their son, in their son, and through their son. That's why they prayed. That's why they hoped. That's why they kept on praying with no visible sign on the horizon. And I thank God I had praying parents, because now some thirty-five years later, when I look at what God has done in my life, I understand clearly why Hannah had the audacity to hope. Why my parents had the audacity to hope.
And that's why I say to you, hope is what saves us. Keep on hoping; keep on praying. God does hear and answer prayer.[/q]
but keep waiting for your table at the Cheesecake Factory, white people, and only hear that which makes you uncomfortable, instead of grasping the complexity of this entire situation.
and, yes, i do think there's a world of intellectual difference -- from what i have read -- between Hagee and Wright.
did Wright offend me? yes, but not in the "Hillary ain't never been called a n*gger" speech, but in the "America's chickens have come home to roost" speech.
but you know what?
i can listen and talk to and respect people i don't agree with.
i think Obama can do that to. can you imagine? i know, right? ker-azy. i'd much prefer a president who has nice men come to his office and tell him that things are just going so awful well in Iraq.
