Ben Stein- Got to love him

The following was written by Ben Stein and
recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary,
Sunday, 12/18/05.


Herewith at this happy time of year, a few
confessions from my beating heart: I have no
clue who Nick and Jessica are. I see them on
the cover of People and Us constantly when I am
buying my dog biscuits and kitty litter. I often
ask the checkers at the grocery stores. They never
know who Nick and Jessica are either. Who are
they? Will it change my life if I know who they
are and why they have broken up? Why are they so
important?

I don't know who Lindsay Lohan is either, and I
do not care at all about Tom Cruise's wife.

Am I going to be called before a Senate committee and
asked if I am a subversive? Maybe, but I just
have no clue who Nick and Jessica are.

If this is what it means to be no longer young,
it's not so bad.

Next confession:
I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors
was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little
bit when people call those beautiful lit up,
bejeweled trees Christmas trees. I don't feel
threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's
what they are: Christmas trees.

It doesn't bother me a bit when people say,
"Merry Christmas" to me. I don't think they are
slighting me or getting ready to put me in a
ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows
that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this
happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all
that there is a manger scene on display at a key
intersection near my beach house in Malibu.
If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me
as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.

I don't like getting pushed around for being a
Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed
around for being Christians. I think people who
believe in God are sick and tired of getting
pushed around, period. I have no idea where the
concept came from that America is an
explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the
Constitution, and I don't like it being shoved
down my throat.

Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the
idea come from that we should worship Nick and Jessica
and we aren't allowed to worship God as we
understand Him?

I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old,
too.

But there are a lot of us who are wondering
where Nick and Jessica came from and where the America we knew went to.

In light of the many jokes we send to one
another for a laugh, this is a little different: This
is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny,
it's intended to get you thinking.

Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early
Show and Jane Clayson asked her "How could God
let something like this Happen?" (regarding Katrina)

Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and
insightful response. She said, "I believe God is
deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years
we've been telling God to get out of our
schools, to get out of our government and to get
out of our lives.

And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has
calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us
His blessing and His protection if we demand He
leave us alone?"

In light of recent events...terrorists attack,
school shootings, etc. I think it started when
Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her
body found recently) complained she didn't want
prayer in our schools, and we said OK.

Then someone said you better not read the Bible
in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou
shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as
yourself. And we said OK.

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank
our children when they misbehave because their
little personalities would be warped and we might
damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son
committed suicide). We said an expert should
know what he's talking about. And we said OK.

Now we're asking ourselves why our children have
no conscience, why they don't know right from
wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill
strangers, their classmates, and themselves.

Probably, if we think about it long and hard
enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a
great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God
and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Funny how we believe what the newspapers say,
but question what the Bible says.

Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail
and they spread like wildfire but when you start
sending messages regarding the Lord, people think
twice about sharing.

Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene
articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public
discussion of God is suppressed in the school
and workplace.

Are you laughing?

Funny how when you forward this message, you
will not send it to many on your address list
because you're not sure what they believe, or what
they will think of you for sending it.

Funny how we can be more worried about what>other people think of us than what God thinks of
us.

Pass it on if you think it has merit. If not
then just discard it... no one will know you did.

 

Ban Stein.

 

If he recited it on GMA why did he mention forwarding it as an email?

 

Yes, it did come to me via email, but was originally downloaded directly from Ben Stein's website.. I thought it was good enough to share.

 

It is good. That part starting with Graham's daughter was added later though. Still, definately thought provoking.

 

Some may call it profound and insightful, i call it kooky.

Please dont tell me all these natural disasters will stop if we all start praying to God. Our planet is constantly changing, these things will never stop happening.

 

How do we know Ben Stein is nuts? He's "terrified" of the day Bush leaves office.

 

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stein was obviously responding to the question posed to Billy Graham's daughter on the Early Show: why would God let something like (Katrina) this happen? ask a kooky question, expect a kooky answer.

 

Right, i think its kooky, you think its kooky i assume. But Stein thinks it has merit and its profound. Like if we all start saying our prayers in school volcanoes will stop erupting.

 

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