I remember taking my senior trip to Hilton Head Island, about 20 years ago (man I’m getting old.) Mike, Skip, Rich and I were walking around HarbourTown and came upon a crowd gathered ’round the old oak tree. There was a guy playing guitar, singing songs and entertaining kids. Here we were, almost in college, too cool for everyone there and definitely above any kind of “wholesome” entertainment. Yet, we sat there for the next hour or so laughing our butts off. Fastforward to this week. 20 years later. Family vacation. My wife, our two kids, my mom and Me. All sitting under the oak tree. Listening to…. you guessed it.
Having 5-yr and 7-yr old girls, it’s safe to assume that I am paranoid about what makes it into their heads. Monitoring TV has become a full time job, it seems. And home-schooling isn’t the answer, it helps, but it definitely isn’t the answer. Peyton (7) learned about Gabrielle from “High-School Musical” taking nude photos of herself from church and learned the word “ass” from brownies. Greeeeeat. Well, at least we still have a pretty accurate movie rating system. Thank goodness for the G-rated movie. Wait, where’d they go? It donned on me one night at Blockbuster, it’s like they’ve vanished. Thumbing through the family section of videos, they were all PG. From “Open Season” to “Barnyard” to the “Shrek” movies. Huh? Family? PG? Since when?
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I’ve never been a huge Christian Music fan. For the most part I just never really thought it had the same quality as the secular music I enjoyed. It just always sounded second rate to me. The Christian music I had listened to seemed to follow the same formula, great inspirational (almost nauseating) lyrics and if they could pull a halfway decent sound out of their, you know, then even better. Then I was introduced to Third Day.
I’m not a big fan of televangelists. From Pat Robertson praying for Hurricanes to miss his hometown, (so it will hit someone else’.) To Rod Parsley telling me to send him $2008, not for any specific need, but because God wants to bless me. To the morons that will probably appear in Bill Maher’s new movie “Religulous” parading around, spouting less than intellectual truth(?) No wonder so many think we’re just a bunch of hayseed rednecks. And then there’s the man from Madras.