Turned on the TV to have a quick look at the news and sport before I get into studying the word for Sunday and was greeted by England's captain being out for a 'duck' (that's without scoring to you non-cricketing types) against the South Africans. "Oh well," thinks I - no change there then (but at least we can't lose the test series as we're one-nil up and this is the last game).
There's a piece on the Tiger Woods saga. Apparently having been ditched by Gillette (so quickly after the 'crashing the car' incident that you nearly got a nose bleeed) and knocked 'out of bounds' by Accenture (a company who know how to manage crises for you obviously) he's also been cut off by AT&T and can no longer tell the time with a Tag Heuer watch. He no longer drinking Gatorade (which I thought was a rescue service in the everglades for reptiles) and to add insult to the financial and familiar injury (the financial loss estimated at something like $12bn) GM, that great financially successful giant has asked for its loan cars to be returned to them. Mind you, there is some integrity to be found it seems as Nike continues to support the fallen hero.
But all this has left me despairing for the secular, money-grabbing, self-promoting world and feeling grateful that at least we can rely upon the Church to be steadfast and solid, especially when things are going wrong. I watch as the news headlines come in and the news moves to things of import and Haiti, with a death toll estimated to reach (and probably exceed) 70,000. The next scene is of American 'Missionaries' who are fleeing the country (after they tell of how terrible conditions are and "Jeeez, we were so scared," stories.
Funny how it took the 'Christians' to get me wound up this morning isn't it?
Then again, we're not supposed to be where it's hard or frightening are we? God spare me from Christian 'missionary' tourists - the road to hell is paved with them (at least it is for me today).
Aaaaargh!
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