After doing things related to Chaplaincy, Church or Night Shelter affairs during the day, I settle down to blob out in front of TV. We look at the TV programs and despair.
We often watch a current affairs program called "Story" on TV3. I remember insightful journalism, asking really hard questions, exploring at a reasonable depth the issues. But sadly not in recent times. There are short bursts on various subjects, thankfully good news along with the bad news. But it is inanely superficial! An example - they were exploring the fact that in Pre-schools now, because of well publicised alleged sexual misbehaviour, the number of men entering the teaching profession at this level, and indeed in early childhood education has decreased dramatically. They are saying that young children are missing out on male role models and men's perspectives. After the item the two front people discussed it. The woman, whose superficiality irritates me often, commented, "Young men should go in for that career. There is nothing more attractive to women than a man who is good with children!" That might be true but imagine a guy saying, "I think I'll be a preschool teacher - I can pull more chicks then!" What a weak, superficial reason for choosing a career! What a weird perspective? Journalism these days seems to be that superficial! After that we decide what to watch and if we watch anything. Here is a list of potential shows...
- There are real life police shows. We can watch police pull over dangerous or drunken drivers and argue with them as they give them a ticket. Or we can watch police wander around the pub scene in an Australian town, picking up drunk uncooperative people, women acting in slutty ways and doing stupid, sometimes violent things. Or we could watch them delving into the wicked drug scene. These things are used as entertainment.
- Then there is the Bachelor program. There is a group of women who vie for the love of a bachelor. They all go on dates with him. They have various adventures with him and one by one he eliminates them until he chooses one to be the love of his life. The women get catty with one another and throw themselves all over the guy. They act and dress super provocatively. This program takes an important natural phase of life, and makes a sickening competition of it. It brings out the lowest of behaviours in people.
- Then there is the "Married at first sight." This too is about marriage. People are matched with strangers and are married, then the show follows how they get on after their rushed wedding. Again what a sick perspective on life! Fancy figuring making an entertainment program that cheapens marriage in this way? It is a sick!
- Then there is the program about hoarders. We are taken into the houses of people who have a hoarding addiction and we follow their struggles and fights and sorrows. I have the deepest sympathy for people in that predicament. I have known a few, and indeed I suspect some would say I hoard a little bit more than I should. But why make an entertainment program about it? Why do we have this voyeuristic longing to watch people's misery?
- OR I go to the Doctor's waiting room and look about for something to read. There are all these women's magazines with stories of failed marriages; dress clangers of the rich and famous; who is dating who; who looks fatter than she/he ought to look; what nasty embarrassing situation the film stars and celebrities have been photographed in; what drama and rumours we could possibly look forward to in the Royals' lives; etc. Once again in the name of entertainment, the basest activities of the human mind and actions are highlighted and paraded as entertainment.
A Room full of lovely people.
I went to a function last night which was the complete opposite of this, although I questioned some aspects. Trustpower, a power company in NZ runs annual competitions to select the best, creative caring community groups. There are various categories, Health and Wellbeing, Culture, Leisure and recreation, etc. It highlights the voluntary efforts in the community. Last night they had their regional awards. I arrived and got a glass of wine and mingled with some familiar faces. The room was filled with people who volunteered and went the extra mile in their community, representing various groups. It never ceases to amaze me what people do. In my ministry and community involvement, I have encountered a few bad eggs, but here was a big room full of responsible, giving people. Medical people who run a free medical centre. People who care for victims of family violence. People who have a concern for the terrible suicide rate. Trampers who voluntarily clear and care for tracks in the bush so that people like me can go walking. A group who run a centre where native flora and fauna are protected and fostered. There were over 200 people there and each pair represented many other supporters and volunteers. It was a great encouragement to see and mingle with these people. We sat for the formal proceedings. Youth volunteers were highlighted and received awards. Then the various categories were announced. First the runners up, then the regional winner in each category. The Night Shelter Trust was regional winner for the Health and Wellbeing category. I had to go forward and receive the award and say something. The Mayor, who I have come to know more, seemed thrilled to present it to me and said, "Well done!" There seemed to be a warm expression of general support for our winning the award. But whether a group "won" an award or not, all these people, and all the people they represent deserve recognition. They are focused on the "honourable, the just, the pure, the commendable, the excellent and those things worthy of praise." They express these things in their lifestyle. I salute them and thank them for their important role in our community. My hesitation is that why again, do we have to make a competition out of it? Can't we just recognise the effort without saying "they won the award and you did not"? They are all winners. But I am proud that we were recognised. It has been a long journey to get to where we are at with our night shelter.