February Journal, First Sunday in Lent

Rush Limbaugh died on Ash Wednesday this last week. Some said, “He always had good timing.” Perhaps, but we can’t control the timing of our death. I believe it was probably God’s timing.

I was introduced to Mr. Limbaugh’s radio show in the 1990’s when we were having some floor tiling done in our home. The workmen had the radio on. They were listening to Rush.

I listened too, from time to time, intrigued with his straightforward reasoning. He was a bit brash, as entertainers are. He was funny and interesting. I recall he would rustle paper during pauses, as if the paper were impatient. He may have drummed his fingers on the table. He was a master of the dramatic silence, allowing his reasoning to become your reasoning, allowing us all to follow his train of thought. Over the years I tuned in occasionally, in the car, in traffic, driving home from our chapel in Berkeley and wondering what his take on the world was at that point in time.

I was grieved over the various health problems he had. His courage gave us courage. His strength strengthened us. He misspoke from time to time and called people names (not unheard of in talk radio or for that matter any media). But he created a friendship with each one of us that is difficult to describe. I smiled when I heard he was getting married, as though he were a brother. He was funny and full of hyperbole. His station was the EIB station, Excellence In Broadcasting. His talent was “on loan from God.”

As a conservative, he spoke my thoughts, gave order to my logic. He said the things I wanted to say but didn’t have the forum or the opportunity or the courage or simply the words. He was concise. I imagined him rolling his eyes a good deal at some of the goings on in the world of the Left. He was much like Donald Trump. Both men did not “suffer fools gladly,” but saw clearly, saw that to make a log cabin you had to cut down trees. Ronald Reagan, the rough cowboy from Hollywood, was a leader like that as well, but it took hindsight to appreciate his gifts to America and the West.

More recently, with the threats to free speech in the public square, in academia, in church, he saw the direction these trends could take. He warned of the dangers ahead if we continued along this road. Others do this today, following his example, having been inspired by him.

So Rush Limbaugh died on Ash Wednesday in a country that is on fire, bit by bit burning to ash. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we say in Lent, and we wear the ashen cross of Christ on our foreheads. We are reminded of our pride, the root of all sin. We are reminded to be humble, to watch and wait and listen, to allow God to rule us within and without.

Cruel and unseemly remarks have surfaced in the media regarding Rush Limbaugh’s death. Even in elitist conservative circles, he was considered beneath their notice, an embarrassment to the way they wished to proceed and be seen. These same elitist influencers, I believe, became spoilers in the presidential election, and I wonder if they reflect on the first hundred days of the new administration. They are responsible for these results.

Elitists are divisive and shunning and brimming with self-pride.

Pride kills. Pride is cancerous, devouring the heart and mind and soul. Pride is secretive, pretending to be something it is not, a destroyer of love. Pride is self-righteous. Pride puffs us up and looks the other way when convenient, recalling Germany in the 1930’s. Pride makes excuses for behavior, for keeping a distance from the working and middle classes. Pride kills the proud like a parasite. Pride is blinded to truth and efficacy and results. Pride lies and creates comforting narratives. Pride spews propaganda and marginalizes undesirable deplorables.

And so these forty days are a time to root out pride. They are days to kneel and reach to touch Christ’s robe to be healed. They are days to grow small, for the way is narrow. They are days to be silent, to listen for the Shepherd’s voice in His word and in His song and in His Church. They are days to empty the ashes of pride into the trash, to make room in our hearts for salvation and for the salvation of the world.

It is a time to take stock, to consider how to better protect and celebrate our country, to consider freedom and its erosion by the proud, the blind, the elites. It is time to come together as believers and as voters and as lovers of America. It is time for races and classes to find common ground as Americans, an exceptional people, to weave a new cloth with language and lore, with symbol and song, with stories of how we worked by the sweat of our brow, tilling the fields, protecting the weak, freeing the slaves, fighting for freedom at home and in the trenches of Europe.

Rush would have wanted that. Rush Limbaugh, rest in peace. May light perpetual shine upon you. Thank you for your courage, your wit, and your steadfastness. Thank you for your love of America and your love of we the people, Americans.

Most of all, thank you for reminding some of us that we are not alone in this great love. 

2 responses to “February Journal, First Sunday in Lent

  1. Thanks so much, Gail. Yes, I feel the same. We were able to receive our vaccines so all good there. It is tragic that the “liberals” of California and the nation are so very illiberal and hate filled. I have had the same experience with family and friends. And it is also tragic that we never had our day in court re the election. It would have been the right thing to do to restore faith in our system. Instead, we have propaganda and vitriol. Alas. We must support each other as Rush did.


  2. Dear Christine-

    Once again I must reach out to say a resounding YES! AMEN! Thank you!

    We too loved listening to Rush especially the last 6-8 years as we felt our country drifting off its moorings. We grieve his early departure but he fought the good fight and ran the good race! And now safely resides in heaven’s majestic reality. I too would pop on the car radio when driving home from Oakland tutoring sessions or leaving the grocery store the last few years. Surrounded by friends and family members of more progressive leanings I needed my booster shots from Rush. Please pray for me as three of my closest friends feel utterly despondent that we/ I would vote for Trump, that we would consider that the election might be fraudulent ( of course it was— Sydney Powell laid it out clearly!!) and that I don’t hop on the bandwagon that Trump caused the capital break in. ( and what about the fact that the poor Cap police requested more cap police support days and weeks before with no results?) it’s all full of so much folly. My heart grieves with heaviness. But when friends look aghast at such thoughts and want to get together with me to talk about it all…I know what I am up against as they listen to all the reporters who don’t give the truth. It’s beginning to impact our relationship sadly. SO Putting on God’s armor laced with love, I pray as I don’t want to cave meekly as they are highly opinionated women but I also don’t want to get into arguments telling them how corrupt their heroes really are. They deny any of that sort of talk. God be with us all as we struggle to keep the flags waving for truth!

    Hoping you get the vaccine soon as we will receive our first one this week. ( husband Steve and I)

    Many blessings. Thank you for many truth filled posts! Your voice is as clear as a beautiful trumpet sound or a high lighthouse beaming out a warning!

    Much love,


    Sent from my iPhone



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