Back when I was a restless youth (in my first ten years) I’d spend/waste much of my time scouring the television listings looking for something interesting to watch. I preferred cartoons, would settle for sports, would watch’comedies’ as a last resort, but emphatically stayed away from religious broadcasting. Television shows about God never had animation, were never funny, and had no Green Bay Packers beating up on the Chicago Bears. What’s the point? There was one show about Jesus called Lamp Unto My Feet. It had to be a show about Jesus because Sunday morning only had religious broadcasting or news shows and being a news nut like my father, I knew that wasn’t the name of a news interview program. The name of the show, Lamp Unto My Feet, didn’t appeal to me. The word ‘lamp’ always translated as ‘Alladin’s lamp’ to me, an ancient metal vessell with a genie inside. The word ‘feet’ just seemed to be wrong when talking about Jesus. Who wants to talk about feet? Not that I knew much about Jesus or cared to know anything about Him except He was the good guy and God was mean. Anyway, who wanted to watch a show with a guy standing there telling me I had to be good all the time? Until this afternoon when I looked it up on Wikipedia I had no clue that Lamp Unto My Feet wasn’t about a white guy telling me to be good. I found two episodes on Youtube, one was about the history of the Armenian Christians as written by Movses Khorenatsi. The other was called The Ordination of Pastor Platz, an episode about the first North American Lutheran woman pastor, Elizabeth Platz. What surprised me more than a female pastor was that this series was produced by the news department at CBS!
Now as I near my twilight years*, I find it too bad I didn’t have an interest in spiritual matters as a wee bęrn. I don’t know that I might ever have become a pastor but I do have an interest in how the Church came to be and why some churches spend more time beating up on other churches rather than the devil.
Oh, yes, by the way, that is a bookmark in the picture above. I sent it along to Goodwill.
Your word is a lamp for my feet,
a light on my path.
I have taken an oath and confirmed it,
that I will follow your righteous laws.
I have suffered much;
preserve my life, Lord, according to your word.
Accept, Lord, the willing praise of my mouth,
and teach me your laws.
Though I constantly take my life in my hands,
I will not forget your law.
The wicked have set a snare for me,
but I have not strayed from your precepts.
Your statutes are my heritage forever;
they are the joy of my heart.
My heart is set on keeping your decrees
to the very end.