Put Some Gay In Your Day, Dallas!

Confusion. Calls. Kanye.

Let us bear one another’s burdens as we gather in prayer.

Confusion.  With so much fuss over the broadcast of the program, Hamilton, I simply had to sit down in my arm chair and view this presentation, which I fully expected to be a documentary on the life of one of the actresses in the Wizard of Oz. Imagine my confusion when I was barraged with rap lyrics which shot at me faster than I could possibly comprehend. Apparently this was a musical about Alexander Hamilton and not Margaret Hamilton, but I digress. I found the visual aspect of this skit to be fascinating but it lost me otherwise. But I’ll say this……I was surprised and enlightened to find out that Thomas Jefferson and George Washington were black.  Revolutionary!

Calls.  I’m happy to say that the Supreme Court has handed down a decision with which I fully concur. This week, the Supremes agreed to uphold a ban on robocalls to cell phones. I cannot tell you how many times I have been irritated by people trying to upgrade the warranty on my 63 Rambler, upgrade my cable to receive adult filth, offer me a credit card to buy things I don’t need, or convince me to vote against my conscience. As far as I can see the only downside is that some of you sinners won’t be receiving an automatic phone call from Dial-A-Prayer which you so desperately need!

Kanye.  We are living in such vivid end times that it seems each day brings us another sign of the apocalypse. This week has been no exception with the news that Brother Kanye West has decided to run for President of the United States. This newsflash deserves but only one comment from my ministry.  Lord, take me now!