It’s 6:50 a.m. and though I am not a morning person, I am wide awake today! The guys are getting dressed and I’ll be doing the same in a minute. Our friend, John, is making coffee for us and we are checking the map he’s provided (along with Metro passes so we don’t have to stand in line!)
I wish I had more of the objective, cynical quality that journalists and bloggers are supposed to have, but I just can’t. Moments like this remind me of why I left the business of journalism and went into ministry, which is really the business of advocacy and hope. I get to live the way that I feel, and not attempt to affect the attitude of jaded, all-knowing weariness that made me so weary of many folks in my former career.
I am off to dress and eat breakfast, and get my kids to do the same, though they are agitating to go; if I can blog from the Mall, I will. Mostly, though, I am going to see something that still boggles my mind. Bush is going to Texas, and Obama, a black man, is going to the White House. Glory Hallelujah!
