Booty, God, Booty
I hear people all the time say stuff like "That's just their culture" when talking to me about people of the inner city. It always kinda seems weird to me when people say that cuz' I can just picture an intercity teen drug dealer, having just sold pot to a white LSU student driving a Honda Civic, thinking the same thing about white people. "It's just their culture to be prideful, greedy and arrogant". BOTH are sweeping judgements based on a small glimpse into lives. Sin is sin, white people sin black people sin, all the same nasty stuff that keeps us from living fully as God intended.
This genius post really illustrates my thoughts WAY better then I can.
#113. Booty, God, Booty.
In Atlanta, my favorite radio station is V103, the “People’s Station.”
It's a hip hop station that plays mostly rap and R&B. The best part of V103 is their morning show. Everyday when I’m driving to work they do what they call an “Inspirational Vitamin.” They read a Bible verse and play a gospel song or a clip by a charismatic minister from Atlanta. I honestly find it to be an uplifting experience overall. The thing I find most interesting however is how they wedge the Inspirational Vitamin into their normal programming. What often happens is that right before they transition to the spiritual segment of the show they play some sort of booty song. Let’s say, “I’m in love wit a stripper.” Then they do the Bible verse and then they go back to booty music when it’s over. The essentially bookend the Inspirational Vitamin with booty, following a fairly simple formula – Booty, God, Booty.
It’s easy to laugh at how insincere that Inspirational Vitamin seems when it’s sandwiched between hardcore rap songs, but to do so misses the bigger point – we Christians often live our lives the same way. Maybe God is listening to the broadcast of my day and this is what he hears:
Quiet time in the morning. Read the Bible, prayer, give thanks.
Go into work and act completely different and disconnected from God. Come home.
Spend time with wife. Read the Bible, pray.
Chances are, that to many outside listeners, the format of my life is just as out of sync as the people station’s “booty, God, booty.” It might not be as graphic or as neon, but the juxtaposition between who I am when I’m in “God mode” and who I am when I’m in work mode is pretty substantial.
I know you’ve probably heard this a million times before from other Christian writers, but next time you transition between two parts of your day, think to yourself, “Did I just go booty, God, booty?”
If nothing else, it’s a fun phrase to say.