On the one hand, I am excited by the inauguration of Barrack Obama. It's a testimony to a political system that has achieved and sustained a great success: the ability to change leaders without bloodshed. I'm also sharing in the joy that our black brothers and sisters justifiably feel. I think it's a great day for all the people that have suffered bigotry and fear for so many years.
On the other hand, I'm troubled by some of the reactions that I've heard and read. There was a woman on NPR radio yesterday who sounded as if she were in a euphoric trance. She was praising Obama using the same words that I and my fellow believers use in praising Jesus Christ. Many of his supporters use verbage that rightfully should be aimed at God, not at a man. Further, many talk about "hope for the future" (which is fine) and, in the same breath, "contempt for the past" (which is not fine).
There is much that I'm proud of in our nation's past. To deprecate the past is to turn our backs on the men and women who have died in combat; on the many kindnesses we have given and received; on the great scientific and cultural achievements we have enjoyed; on the justifiable pride of those who have overcome adversity and built careers, families, churches, and businesses. I don't hate the past, and I don't have to hate the past to welcome the future.
I didn't vote for Obama, but I pray for him, believe in his abilities, and sincerely hope for his success.
Meanwhile, I'm beginning Week 4 (I think) of my boot camp. I did Biggest Loser Level 2 yesterday morning (40 minutes), and my knees are not happy. Last night I did a chest and ab workout and 45 minutes on the treadmill. This morning did the Death Machine (interval training on the stair-stepper) for 35 minutes. So far I've been eating right this week, but I'm not happy about it. Tonight a back workout followed by 45 minutes on the stair-stepper. Ugh.
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