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The one-tooth wonder (Coming home from my 1st CPAC)
Posted By Victoria Jackson On 02/18/2011 @ 12:00 am In Commentary | Comments Disabled
Tim Pawlenty and me, CPAC, February 2011
I’m shuffling through Reagan National Airport on Sunday, laden with books, buttons and brochures from my first CPAC. Looking for Gate 32, highlights keep flashing across my mind:
Andrew Breitbart and me, CPAC, February 2011
Ron Paul fan and me, CPAC 2011
Regis Giles and me, CPAC 2011
Eric Metaxes and me, CPAC 2011
Ann: “You weren’t then? It was called ‘Politically …
Me: “No! I was just a Christian! Now, I’m a conservative!”
Ann: (quick as a wink) Oh! So Christianity is the gateway to conservatism!”
She leaned over to show me her tiny cross necklace and said, “Pat Caddell gave me this!” She was smiling at a nearby bearded face. I said, “Who’s Pat Caddell?” The bearded man slumped and mumbled something that sounded derogatory about me. Ann was pushed on by her bodyguards. I then realized that the bearded man was Fox News Democratic pundit Pat Caddell and, I had offended him by not knowing him. Doh! I know the feeling. I was in the Macy’s Day Parade early in my “SNL” career. Up on a snail float, freezing to death, someone from the crowd shouted out, “Who are you?” They were expecting someone famous. I shrugged and shouted back, “It doesn’t matter!”
Geller: “Truth is the new hate speech.” “The Ground Zero mosque has become a watershed issue in our effort to raise awareness of and ultimately halt and roll back the advance of Islamic law and Islamic supremacy in America. Although 70 percent of Americans oppose this insulting victory mosque, the mainstream media continue to propagandize for it, whitewashing the links to jihad terror and unsavory financial dealings of mosque organizers, and smearing the vast majority of Americans who oppose the mosque as racists and hatemongers.”
Still shuffling through Reagan National Airport, I hear an announcement for a church service taking place in 15 minutes at the chapel in Terminal B. Church in an airport?! I have two hours to kill. I start to look for signs that say “chapel.” I hope it’s not Unitarian. I’m hungry and thirsty for the word of God and a still, quiet place to worship him.
Flashes of my first CPAC continue to bombard my brain – Bachmann’s grace, Palin’s absence, Trump’s swagger, the buzz about Allen West, bumping into tea-party friends Alfonzo, Tony Katz, Levi, Amy Kremer, Benjamin the Navy Seal and Gold Star mom Debbie Lee, the devoted college student Kevin who sat through our three-hour Lisa Mei-hosted freedom concert waving his big, yellow “Don’t Tread On Me” flag and even praying, head bowed. He runs a six-member tea party on his liberal college campus. He is the future of our country. He touched me so much. And, the two Liberty University students I met at the T-shirt booth, Justin Stroud and Sean Maguire. The love of Jesus flowed from their eyes. Our country is in good hands here.
Me and Liberty University students Justin and Sean, CPAC 2011
At the end of the terminal, I find the chapel, a tiny room squeezed next to the security guard office. I wonder if loved ones have grieved for plane crash victims here. I see some Gideon Bibles, so I feel safe. A gentle man who speaks in thee’s and thou’s introduces his kind-faced wife. There is a thin, black woman in the corner wearing a hoodie and a knit hat. She is scribbling furiously with pen and paper. I sneeze and get two “bless you”s.
Pastor: You shouldn’t apologize for sneezing. It allows others to truly ask God to bless your soul.
Me: I will never think of a sneeze the same again.
Pastor: Are you flying somewhere?
Me: Yes! (chuckle) Why else would I be in an airport?!
I was thinking about the uncomfortable, invasive, total-lack-of-privacy, germ-infested routine of airport schlepping.
As we begin our tiny worship service, a large, unkempt black man with no teeth (well, he had one tooth protruding from the right side of his mouth) shuffles in with what appears to be two guitars in new, zippered cases. Pastor welcomes him and passes out hymn lyrics. We’ll call him Jim. Jim offers to accompany with guitar. Pastor kindly acquiesces, but we all look skeptical. Key of D? OK. We begin singing “O Come Let Us Adore Him,” and the chords that come out of that guitar are heavenly. Jim’s music is brilliant. We are all shocked and then swept away. We forget about ourselves and truly worship. Five strangers at the end of the airport terminal.
After two songs, the word, “Wow!” pops out of me. My face is tear-stained. Pastor echoes, “Wow” and Jim mumbles praise to God and glory to God alone for his gift. Pastor reads Psalms 119 and Matthew 5 and then we take prayer requests. Jim says he is in a “situation,” homeless, staying at the airport and “I have a goal of recording.” The thin, scribbling black woman says she is “staying at the airport,” waiting for her tax return, and needs $15 to get to New York. Wow. My prayer request is, “For our country – that it comes back to God; that we get leaders into office who love and respect God.” Pastor asks me to pray for my request and anyone else to chime in. We pray for each other. Gathering my bags, I remember my last blog where I said the church should take care of the poor and not the government. I hand the strangers money and shuffle back into the terminal fray with tear-stained cheeks and a holy glow.
At my gate, I run into smart, pretty Big Journalism editor Dana Loesch and her entourage.
I am totally inspired to stay the course, for God, for country, for family.
On my flight home, my gay flight attendant and I discuss politics. He is a liberal. I am a conservative.
I pour love all over him and feel Eric Metaxes and Jesus smiling.
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