Thoughts on the 2013 Presidential Inauguration
These are thoughts from me, a regular citizen. I watched this on C-SPAN so as to not have any planted seeds of interpretation. This is what I came away thinking.
I put my bucket into a well of hope and it came up empty.
This is not MY President. Mr. Obama has no intention of acting upon the behalf of the 48 percent who did not vote for him. I am deeply disappointed because if nothing else, I have in the last several weeks defended the office of the President. The President did not defend me. He gave no inkling of hope that our nation can obtain unity of purpose in anything for which I stand.
So, I am disappointed; I am vastly disappointed.
Then there was the emptiness of both the Invocation and Benediction. When the person “praying” finally finished, I found myself saying, “What was that?” The Benediction bordered on blasphemy. I wonder if other benedictions and invocations at inaugurations have been recorded. I wonder how they compare. At the very least I expected them to be memorized for such a grand ceremony; instead the so-called prayers were read without passion.
The Inauguration poem left me empty. It was noble to choose a poet who is an immigrant. The poem itself had the meter and poetic elements of word choice. Yet, it was delivered, by the poet himself without passion or word color. The majesty of our county was there but in limitation. Under that sky, which was the theme, he left out some very noble people. He left out farmers who feed us and the whole agriculture industry. He also left out the vast medical field that keeps us healthy and is in constant research for cures.
The music was gifted. Clarkson sang well. I wondered if she had a clue of the impact of those lyrics that declare, “Great God, Our King.” Sadly, God is less than our King when religious freedom is being viciously attacked on every side. God is not king in a country where killing unborn is acceptable.
Although I feel empty going out of this formal ceremony, I am not without hope. My hope is in that final lyric in America. God is my King. My hope is in Him.
As I have encouraged you, my reader, so often, I encourage you again to know your Congressman and pray for him/her. Pray for the members of the courts and particularly the nine members of the Supreme Court. May, at our persistent begging, they be given Uncommon Wisdom.
I add as post script: I left the television going while I jotted down these thoughts, and caught the Inauguration luncheon prayer by Luis Cortes, and hats off to him, he knows how to pray. Mrs. Obama, however, needs to close her eyes during prayer!