Just a short post today. There’s an email making the rounds that I’m thinking some of you may have received too.
The source is the Military-Civilian Blog, and it made an impression on me. It reads as follows:
Lindsay Lohan is 24 and her story is all over the news because she’s a celebrity and a drug addict.
Charlie Sheen is all over the news because he is a celebrity and has multiple issues.
Justin Allen 23,
Brett Linley 29,
Matthew Weikert 29,
Justus Bartett 27,
Dave Santos 21,
Jesse Reed 26,
Matthew Johnson 21,
Zachary Fisher 24,
Brandon King 23,
Christopher Goeke 23,
Sheldon Tate 27
Are all Marines who gave their lives this week for us.
There is no media for them. Not even a mention of their names.
I am often put off by the hype given to “celebrity”—and I use that term very loosely here.
On a daily basis radio, TV, and the internet deliver information about individuals who don’t warrant the attention (most of it, if not all, brought about through their own ill actions). Even now, from the TV downstairs I can hear the jingle from yet another ad nauseum repeat of Two and A Half Men that my husband is watching, and it seriously makes my skin crawl. It actually makes me agry, wondering where are our heads these days. Why aren’t we making more of those who actually matter?
This is one of my biggest challenges. Trying to understand that our job here on earth—our purpose—is to love one another. Yet it gives me pause to do so when I don’t think person so-and-so deserves that.
I need to pull back and know that that’s my pride talking, and pride is not the work of God.
When it comes right down to it, I know my own sin which Christ died for, and I certainly don’t merit the kind of love He showed.