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January 20, 2009

On the inauguration of Barack Hussein Obama

Filed under: Culture,History,Politics — Tags: , , — Marty Duren @ 10:32 am

I did not vote for Barack Obama and if he were running again on the same platform, I could not vote for him again. I’m glad to see that circumstance has knocked askance the ride of his team from their ideological high horse. I’m disappointed that he will doubtless use executive orders to undo what precious few restrictions on abortion in America, but glad that he’s demonstrated some pragmatic common sense about the reality of our current economic situation. And, I’m hoping that he will prove Rush Limbaugh wrong on many things just for the sake of doing so.

But…

Today is a day in our history that I’m not sure any white American can fully grasp. Many think or even say, “Well, I know it’s significant, but…”

Harry T. Moore. Titusville, FL. Christmas Night, 1951

Mack Charles Parker. Poplarville, MS. 1959.

Clarence Triggs. Bogalusa, LA. 1966.

Cynthia Wesley. Birmingham, AL. 1963.

James Chaney. Philadelphia, MS. 1964.

Or maybe the more well known, Emmitt Till, who was murdered for the unpardonable sin of whistling (supposedly) at a white woman. Or Medgar Evers, assassinated by the cowardly Byron De La Beckwith, for the crime of registering African Americans to exercise their constitutional right to vote. This list represents a few of the more than 40 people, white and black, who were murdered for their role in attempting to bring equality to those who had been proclaimed equal a hundred years before.

Few, if any, white Americans understand the depth of despair experienced by those of our friends who strove for dignity during the abominable Jim Crow era of the south. I’m not talking about Ludacris, L’il Bow Wow or Don King. I’m talking about the African American male who said to himself, “I AM a man,” while those around him reviled him as a nigger or a brute. About men who had to stand by as white men could get away with murder in the same county where they themselves could be jailed or beaten for the most minor infraction. For women who had to endure all manner of harassment, including rape, just to satisfy the demonic carnality of the true beasts. For families who had to get food from the back of a restaurant instead of sitting inside it or drink from a water fountain that said “colored.”

If you are white and paid attention through election night, perhaps you read or heard Whoopi Goldberg say, “I feel like I can unpack my suitcase now,” and thought it was just liberal hyperbole. For many people it was not.

I do not fully understand it; I wish I could. Every president until now has been white, so their world experiences were close to mine. It was almost an expectation that we were going to have a white man as president for all times. Martin Luther King was prescient in saying that he believed a black man would become president as soon as 25 years, but definitely within forty, which is either this year or close to it.

So I congratulate soon to be president Barack Obama for the standard he now bears and hope that he is able to accomplish great things.

January 8, 2009

Absolutely amazing video: wing suits

Filed under: Life — Tags: , , — Marty Duren @ 8:36 am

I got this on Facebook from my son-in-law and my son. It’s about “wing suits” and is related to base jumping. If you haven’t seen it, prepare to feel your heart race. If you are an adrenaline junkie, here’s your fix. Watch it in full screen. (Parents, I think the “s” word is said in the background once.)

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January 7, 2009

Trophy

Filed under: Bible,Church,God,Gospel,Life,Missional — Tags: , , , , , — Marty Duren @ 10:06 am

Every Wednesday I meet at the local Waffle House with some guys for discipleship and encouragement. My first meeting is at 5:00 AM and we are always the first, if not only, customers for a while so I was surprised to see a girl parked in the spot right where I normally park. She looked kind of agitated, or even distraught, speaking on the phone, looking around the inside of her car, holding her face in her hands, back to the phone.

Just as I got parked and making up my mind as to whether to tap on her window or not, her car alarm started complete with headlights and horn. Then she’s out of the car, no shoes, looking around and not finding what it is she’s looking for. When I asked, “Hey, do you need some help?” she responded that she had lost her car keys. Perhaps they are in the restaurant, I asked, but she had not been in the restaurant.

Just then the cook came out for a smoke; he’s a guy we talk to weekly and have ministered to some as well. He affirmed that she had not been in the restaurant, so I’m like, “How do you lose your keys inside the car while you’re sitting in the car?”

Epiphany.

There was an unopened 12 pack in the passenger floorboard as she told of going out partying last night, passing out and winding up in her car in the Waffle House parking lot. She didn’t know where she left her keys, who brought her to the car or much else. Turns out she spent the wee hours at a bar near NB, so I went over there to see if her keys were in the parking lot; they weren’t. (We now figure her friend locked her in the car and took her keys for her own protection.)

Just before I left I told the cook to give her some coffee and I would pay for it when I came back for my “second shift.” He was cool with it.

At 7:00 I took one of my gathered group, Tean Phillips (who’s also our drummer), and sat with her just behind our other guys. We talked to her for about a half-hour about her life, choices, decisions and where, exactly, God was playing into her life. She committed to attend our Celebrate Recovery ministry tomorrow night (and called the leader while we were at the table). Another one of our ladies picked her up from Waffle House, took her home to get the spare keys and brought her back to her car. She told me that she really did want to stop drinking, so I asked if I could have the 12 pack in her car; she said “yes.” It’s the trophy of grace pictured above. Our pastoral team is debating communion right now ;^)

If you get a chance, pray for her. People in need are all around us. Sometimes it’s subtle and sometimes it hits us in the face. I’m glad to be in a church where multiple people are willing to get involved in one person’s life on the spur of the moment because they realize that a young girl, five sheets to the wind is not the enemy-she’s a victim of the enemy and she needs the Savior.

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