Pyros of the world, ignite!

Fortunately, this isn't Pathway's situation.

Whew! I worked on my sermon this morning and then went for the first bike ride in two months or more. Found a new loop that includes an "up out of the saddle" hill. Maybe not the best route for a re-entry ride, and I'm feeling it tonight.

This afternoon I played the back nine again in prep for Sunday's golf outing.
It's not too early to start praying.
I know what my problem is, what I do wrong. Instead of rotating on my axis I start swaying my upper body back, and then forward as I swing. My hand/eye coordination can't deal with that kind of movement. Lefty, yes; Craig, no. The result is a major divot, or topping the ball, or throwing it off to the right, or....
Why is it so difficult to do what I know is right?
(think: sermon illustration)

Walgreen's is going to carry home genetic tests beginning later this month. Buy the kit, swab your cheek and mail it into the lab. You get back results that tell you if you're at risk for a wide variety of genetic based conditions, from breast cancer to Alzheimer's. But still no test for stupidity.

Laura Bush is out on a book tour. Today Nancy Reagan appeared with her. Seeing the two of them together made me think about how classy most former First Ladies are. I shouldn't say "former" because I'm impressed with Michelle Obama. With one exception I think of First Ladies as examples of quiet grace, dignity and poise. That must be especially difficult when their husbands are the target of vicious and unfair attacks.

I read an article today in TIME Magazine about Kindie Rock. I don't know what to make of this new genre of music, written and performed for the 8-and-under set. Forget Purple dinosaurs, Raffi and their ilk singing simple melodies about getting along and enjoying nature. This is music done by serious musicians, some of whom had successful careers doing music for adults, singing lyrics about bullies, divorce and the like - issues that 6-year olds struggle with.
There are clubs in several major cities where kids go (with their parents) to listen to Kindie groups perform. And Kindie radio stations.

Justin Bieber, the teen heartthrob and music industry gold mine, was born in 1994. Do the math; he's just barely old enough to drive. And now we've got an entire segment of the music industry for pre-schoolers.
Does this say anything about parents? Does it suggest we live in a culture that is too focused on children? (Taking your 5-year old to a club for the evening??) Does this portend well for their future?
Or am I just feeling old and grumpy?