opening ceremony.

I'm sitting here with Piper, and while she lovingly tries to destroy the new alligator toy I got her today, I'm watching the Opening Ceremony for the 2012 Olympics. It's interesting, seeing the "history" of the Isles. They focused on the pastoral aspect of the UK, then boomed in the Industrial Revolution, pausing for a few minutes to honor the fallen from every country involved in the first World War.

I started thinking about what America's opening ceremony would have been if it was about our history. I immediately thought of war...war is how we gained our independence. If you think about it, most of our history (which is short compared to every country in Europe) is war. A lot of the UK's history involves war as well...but they left it out of the ceremony.They left out everything about the problems with Ireland. They left out how mistreated the Irish felt during "the Troubles." I mean, war doesn't exactly promote world unification, right? But good grief, what would we display about ourselves, about our culture?

I'm not ashamed to be an American. I never have been and I never will be. That's not where I'm going with this.

I just think...what if we all had to do an opening ceremony of our lives? I guess we kind of do when we meet our Lord. What am I ashamed of, that He will see (and has already seen)?! What am I proud of, that I pray God is also proud of? What will I try to hide? How many people have I mistreated, intentionally or not, that wouldn't even be mentioned in my opening ceremony? Yikes, life. I think we have some work to do.