I am seriously glad to be here tonight at the annual Alfalfa dinner. I know that many you are aware that this dinner began almost one hundred years ago as a way to celebrate the birthday of General Robert E. Lee. If he were here with us tonight, the General would be 202 years old. And very confused.
Now, this hasn’t been reported yet, but it was actually Rahm’s idea to do the swearing-in ceremony again. Of course, for Rahm, every day is a swearing-in ceremony.
But don’t believe what you read. Rahm Emanuel is a real sweetheart.
No, it’s true. Every week the guy takes a little time away to give back to the community. Just last week he was at a local school, teaching profanity to poor children.
But these are the kind of negotiations you have to deal with as President. In just the first few weeks, I’ve had to engage in some of the toughest diplomacy of my life. And that was just to keep my Blackberry. I finally agreed to limit the number of people who could email me. It’s a very exclusive list. How exclusive?
Everyone look at the person sitting on your left. Now look at the person sitting on your right. None of you have my email address.
It was unanimous.
Tonight we took our newest intern Kaleb down to the Strip, just us guys </grunt> </burp>. He had never seen it before, so we strolled the strip, had a good time just hanging out and exploring. At the end of the night, we hop into the X3FJ and head towards home. We’re stopped at an intersection when a lady from the car behind us runs up and taps on our window. She’s smiling from ear to ear and says she’s seen us on the internet, that she was a prostitute, but that the Lord pulled her out of it two years ago and she just wanted to say thanks to us for what we do and that she’s praying for us.
Perspective. Accountability. Hope.
That ladies effort to run up and say thank you, as simple as it was, meant so much as it reminded me of what our presence in Sin City means. We don’t always do or say the right things, we may not have all the right answers, we may sometimes feel like we’re in over our heads. There is no church planting guidebook for what we’re doing here, just God’s word, prayer, faith and alot of work to do.
It also reminded me that people are watching, some hopeful, others doubtful of our efforts here. We are being prayed for and encouraged, we are being judged and spat on.
I hope that more stories like the taxi cab lady come about as we push on here and that through it we can become more focused on what is really going on around us, what it all means, what we are to do about it and how we can equip others to do the same.