Awards show season is peculiar. Every weekend leading up to the Oscars there seems to be some kind of second-tier-red-carpet-self-congratulatory-love-fest for the Hollywood elite. And they kind of rope me in every time. I’m mildly fascinated by the idea of people getting together to tell one another how brilliant they are, and then televise it for the less fortunate to see. It’s really the opposite of church, isn’t it? We gather together on Sundays to give praise, honor and glory to someone OTHER than ourselves, because every other day of the week we’re fighting against the tendency to turn our lives into mini-awards shows.
Sundays are a template for the rest of our week.