Words are Medicine

Reality TV is loathsome.  It's inevitably the worst of American culture parading half-naked or screaming at the top of its lungs for its 15 minutes of fame.  Loathing may be too harsh a word, though. Embarrassed would be more like it. Two seconds of it and I am covering my ears and averting my eyes, scrambling for the remote.

So imagine my surprise when a chance tumble onto CBN brought me to four charming, bright, enthusiastic young men who are on a drive across the country to ask questions, reach out to others, and explore their committment to God, faith, and purpose.

We don't see much good news in the media. If it's been a slow day local anchors find ways of making the banal seem ominous. "Well, we had those terrifying storms the other day in the southeast of the state and there may be a chance of some more weather. Stay tuned." There may be a chance of weather. Imagine that.

And if it's not banal, it's gruesome. Between CSI, Bones, and the other forensic human chop shops available for pre-slumber viewing, there's not much to choose in the way of hopeful, soothing, uplifting, or faith-inspiring.

And if it's not gruesome, it's supremely decadent, violent, and ironic. For that there's Family Guy and all its animated spin offs.

What's a person to do?

That's what I asked my husband, who said, "Why don't you write about some good things, like those guys on the drive?"

So, I am. I am letting you know to go to www.thedrivetv.com and take a look at what four determined, beautiful young souls can do instead of having cyber-relationships, getting lost in video games, and moping in helpless entitlement. It moved me to tears and made me terribly proud for their parents.

Bravo, fellas.

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