Obama Cannot Win the Race Debate

Do We Go to Church to Worship God or the Pastor?

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Let's discuss religion and Obama and the Reverend Wright and his indignation.

The uproar over the words of Reverend Wright and its effect on Obama's candidacy makes me wonder why do Christians or believers of God go to church. I am listening to Meet The Press as I write this and the debate is ongoing right now.

As a Catholic, I can relate to having listened to many pastors preach about issues that they felt passionately about. Many people were so upset about things that a particular pastor preached about, that they felt they could no longer attend that church. I thought Christian people went to church to worship their God. I can understand people feeling uncomfortable with a certain pastor of whatever religion or denominational belief and I have no problem with those people making the decision to go to some other church. I have made that decision myself in my lifetime. I cannot condemn others or assume that they agree with every thing their pastor preaches about even if he preaches the sane theme repeatedly. They certainly are not responsible and I think Obama's way o dealing with the issue of race and his pastor is fine.

I cannot blame Obama for what Reverend Wright strongly believes nor can I blame him for continuing to be a member of that church.

The issue of what Reverend Wright spoke about raises the question of do these people who complain really understand the anger that lies behind his words. I doubt if most of them do understand where the anger comes form. This little article cannot begin to explore the debts of that anger nor the issue of whether that anger is justified. He certainly has the right to express that anger in America. I was born in New Orleans in 1947 and I grew up in New Orleans. I was not allowed to go places because of the color of my skin and that probably made me angry in ways some people could not begin to understand unless they lived that life. I was fortunate in the fact that my family raised me to understand that when life gives you lemons make lemonade.