Spoken Word, Olympic Game. Fail.

I thought I’d be pretty psyched to watch the Olympics but so far, aside from watching some of the women’s and men’s swimming, my heart is iced over with indifference. My casual, uncaring approach might have been spurred on by finding out breakdancing is an Olympic sport now. Ummm, OK? I still turned on the TV to watch the opening ceremony and was immediately reminded why I never watch an entire opening ceremony.

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There’s been a lot of pushback on part of the opening ceremony. I’m sure you’ve heard about or seen the recreation of Christ’s “Last Supper.” On the one hand, it could be viewed as a mockery. On the other hand, aren’t we all sinners hoping to be in the presence of Christ? The disciples of Jesus who reclined with Him were broken people with only one hope: Jesus. So looking at the Olympic scene through that lens, I can see it as imperfect humans crying out for something bigger than ourselves, our inferiority intertwined with his superiority.

But it’s hard to justify this recent Olympic promo video. Whether it’s good or bad is pretty easy to determine. It’s bad!

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I’ve been more inspired reading the ingredients off the side of a box of cereal. Speaking of breakfast– segue alert– the word milquetoast comes to mind and that’s being kind. From the twisty, curves of the poem which seem to have no adjoining thoughts or rhymes to the wrong words being emphasized, I can’t imagine the folks at Toyota are jumping for joy at hitching their wagons to the widely-rejected spot.

The Olympics exist to bring people together, to inspire higher goals, to wow us with the best of humanity from all over the world. So far, the entire presentation from France isn’t even close to getting a gold medal. In fact, it might be safe to assume that France will never host the Olympics again and the entire country will be dug up and shuttled up to the moon where they can think about the tempest, the storm they’ve created by being so bad at it.

-Out of the Wilderness