It’s Confession Thursday, kids. And you know what that means. Right? Right?!
I’m a little skittish about making a confession today, as I was recently friended by my Pastor and my little ones’ Children’s Minister on Facebook…which means that they might read this blog. I’m going to do my best to stay true to myself, not censoring what I really want to say here, in these lines, but it will be hard, Dear Readers. I figure it like this: If Jesus had dinner with Tax Collectors, then my Pastor can still want to be my friend even though I’m not real Jesus-like most of the time. I want to be, I sometimes really try to be, but usually I fall very, very short.
So, here goes my confession, which is made with some hesitation and more than a little embarrassment.
You’ve all read (haven’t you?) the Confession about my despise of Oprah. As you are probably aware, this week was the finale of her 25 year run on network tv. Coincidentally, I have a heinous cold and had to go home early yesterday. I ended up watching (most of) the final Oprah show. But it gets worse, Dear Readers. You see, I set my DVR to record the Surprise Oprah Finale Spectacular (that’s probably not what the actual name was, but I can’t remember it exactly so I just made that up) which aired on Tuesday, AND I set my DVR to record the final episode, which aired yesterday. I can’t even blame my having watched it on happenstance. It was a pre-mediated offense against myself. I sort of trivialized it in my head, and decided that it would like a train wreck, and I just couldn’t look away. But here’s the other thing: I was really really impressed with the number of people that She-Whose-Name-Must-Not-Be-Spoken has played a huge role in educating. It was like 40 billion. (Again, I can’t remember the actual number, so I just totally made that up. I assure you it was an equally impressive number.) Maybe I didn’t give her enough credit as a human being….a humanitarian. She really has done a lot for children and women and men alike. SWNMNBS is really something.
Okay, it’s official, I must now be running fever.
You’re turn. And keep it clean, guys, my Pastor might be reading this. 🙂