I am...so incredibly excited for this summer's Olympics games! What a joy they are to watch. Not the games necessarily (sports are always a bit silly), but the deeper social implications that the games bring about.
Last night, watching the opening ceremonies, I was completely blown away... It had to have been one of the single-most amazing cultural events I've ever witnessed. Allowing China to host the games is a fascinating decision, and adds a dynamic to this years Olympics which has been nonexistent in years past. For my money, it was a very good decision and one I hope will have a significantly positive impact on foreign relations. Regardless of whether one agrees with the decision to hold the games in a nation which has wrapped itself in such controversy, regardless of whether or not you think Bush should have boycotted last night, it would have been impossible for anyone to have sat through the opening ceremonies without experiencing that tingling feeling one gets when one realizes they're witnessing a momentous historical moment.
Now that's exciting.
This thought is completely out of place in this posting, but watching the entire world come together in the largest celebration of modern times made me ask: "I wonder what God thinks of all this?" Harmony was the theme of last night...and that's a futile hope, don't you think? There's a real sadness in watching the world rejoice in the hope of peace and unity, fully well knowing that we live in a broken world beyond repair. Harmony is far beyond our grasp. We want to make it our own reality through global song and celebration. To think it'll only come after global torment and judgement.
Last night, watching the opening ceremonies, I was completely blown away... It had to have been one of the single-most amazing cultural events I've ever witnessed. Allowing China to host the games is a fascinating decision, and adds a dynamic to this years Olympics which has been nonexistent in years past. For my money, it was a very good decision and one I hope will have a significantly positive impact on foreign relations. Regardless of whether one agrees with the decision to hold the games in a nation which has wrapped itself in such controversy, regardless of whether or not you think Bush should have boycotted last night, it would have been impossible for anyone to have sat through the opening ceremonies without experiencing that tingling feeling one gets when one realizes they're witnessing a momentous historical moment.
Now that's exciting.
This thought is completely out of place in this posting, but watching the entire world come together in the largest celebration of modern times made me ask: "I wonder what God thinks of all this?" Harmony was the theme of last night...and that's a futile hope, don't you think? There's a real sadness in watching the world rejoice in the hope of peace and unity, fully well knowing that we live in a broken world beyond repair. Harmony is far beyond our grasp. We want to make it our own reality through global song and celebration. To think it'll only come after global torment and judgement.
Anyway, sorry about that downer note. I've been very sick all week long (that's a whole separate post), and after three trips to the doctors, two sleepless nights, one trip to urgent care, two prescriptions, and the most painful shot in the behind...no, take that back. After receiving the most painful shot I've ever had in my life(!), the opening ceremonies of last night were just what the doctor ordered.
Pun...intended.
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