I
would have missed it anyway. After last
year's debacle of cultural manure, (remember the horse farting in that woman's
face? - I hate the smell of Methane in the morning!)
I've
decided to boycott Super Bowl XXXIX. I'm
such a rebel.
In
the past year I've probably written dozens of commentaries and essays on how
our culture has become a cesspool. American thought is far more influenced by the wizards on Madison Avenue
than it is by her churches. That is both
a compliment to Madison Avenue and a slam against the churches. We're in a war and the good guys aren't
fairing too well at the present moment. To the victor go the spoils. Just
a reminder - the spoils in this war include everything - including the minds of
our children.
So
excuse me if I don't fall down to worship on Sunday at 6:30 PM Eastern Time
when the trumpet sounds, beckoning the faithful in much the same manner
prescribed by Nebuchadnezzar in Daniel Chapter 2. I might get cast into the furnace, but
there's some good company in that there furnace!
It's
not that I'm somehow better than you, I just don't want, symbolically, any
horses farting in my face! :-) I'm gonna get as far as I can from the
TV and work on getting through both the Westminster Shorter and Larger
catechisms. Gotta get that God-Honoring
Stuff / Television Watching ratio into better shape!
I'll
leave the "boob tube" to Janet Jackson & Company. Drink too deeply from the well that is American
Culture, and you run the risk of an eternal wardrobe malfunction - the loss of
the robe given you by Christ as mentioned in Revelation 7:14.
R.J.
P.S. It might be called Super Bowl Sunday today,
but it wasn't that long ago that Sundays were referred to as Lord's Day. Who's more super, anyway?
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