And behold, a new day dawns.
Biden. I had to hold my column for a day this week because I knew that Wednesday would be a big day. The pomp and circumstance of the inauguration of our 46th president did not disappoint. However, I would like to comment on a couple of things. First of all, Sister Woman Gaga gave us pitch perfect patriotism in song accompanied by a gilded bird alit on her shoulder directly from Noah’s Ark. I then gained a new respect for poetry thanks to the young woman who shared her testimony in verse. I gloried in the gospel infused benediction that was delivered. But my Baptist heart was most blessed by Brother Garth Brooks giving us an a cappella Amazing Grace. All we needed was to take up an offering. Hallelujah!
Biden. I was prepared to hear all manner of politicized socialism from the inaugural address by this new liberal president. Yet, I was pleasantly surprised to hear wisdom, clarity, and complete sentences…..something I had grown accustomed to not hearing from the presidential pulpit. Fortunately, Brother Joe’s sermon was succinct and relatively brief. The spirit moved me so profoundly, I realized that, had there been an altar call, I would’ve surrendered my life to foreign missions. Praise!
Biden. I have read many news stories testifying as to the make-up of Brother Biden’s cabinet. As I’ve said before, I’ve never understood why we have to discuss where he keeps his dishes. However, upon mature reflection, I now know that this particular cabinet refers to those who will be working with him. JRB has clearly cast a wide net to cover all possible walks of life. Men, women, non-white people, sodomites, transgendered, just to name a few. But as far as I’m concerned, if he is truly trying to represent what America looks like today, I better be seeing a Baptist up there pretty soon. Amen?