Pastor’s Page – Part 2
It has been said of Hollywood, “They don’t put their garbage out, the put it on television.” and watching today’s shows it would be hard to disagree. All this made me think of the following poem:
You could hardly see for the snow, spread the rabbit ears as far as they go. Pull up a chair to the TV set, “Good night, David – Good night, Chet” … Depending on the channel you tuned, you got Rob and Laura or Ward and June. It felt so good, it felt so right, life looked better in black and white.
I Love Lucy, The Real McCoys, Dennis the Menace, the Cleaver boys. Rawhide, Gunsmoke, Wagon Train, Superman, Jimmy and Lois Lane … Father Knows Best, Patty Duke, Rin Tin Tin and Lassie, too. Donna Reid on Thursday night, life looked better in black and white.
I wanna go back to black and white, everything always turned out right. Simple people, simple lives, good guys always won the fights … Now nothing is what it seems, in living color on the TV screen. Too many murders, too many fights, I wanna go back to black and white.
In God they trusted, alone in bed they slept, a promise made was a promise kept. They never cursed or broke their vows, they’d never make the network now … But if I could, I’d rather be in a TV town in ‘53. It felt so good. It felt so right. Life looked better in black and white.
I’d trade all the channels on the satellite, if I could just turn back the clock tonight. To when everybody knew wrong from right. Yes, life was better in black and white.