Hope Above the Headlines

Writers Strike

By Jerry Brecheisen

The threats are more menacing than a Wal-Mart shut-down on Christmas Eve. TV writers are still walking picket lines, threatening to send the planet into a plethora of play-it-again plots. For those of you who didn’t care that much about play-it-first plots there won’t be a run on Tylenol. For the rest, you will be comforted to know that New York stagehands have formed their own picket fences to keep former TV-watchers from slipping into side doors of Broadway theaters.

And for those of you who would rather take a long shower in a floor length fur coat than coax Hollywood writers back to the keyboards, the strike is about as relevant as inflatable Santas. The Internet is at the source of the conflict. I’m told that seven million TV shows are downloaded over the airwaves without a single thought of a Hollywood writer’s Rolls-Royce payment. Okay, so TV writers deserve what’s coming to them. I’ll buy that! But don’t ask me to pack CARE packages just yet. Many will be cashing checks for Andy Griffith Show re-runs long after Opie is in assisted living.

If we all got what was coming to us, we’d be more miserable than a mime in a speech class. Grace solved the problem. By faith, God erased the re-runs and formed a plot that will result in residuals beyond counting, in a world beyond caring. “Giving thanks to the Father who has qualified us to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in the light” (Colossians 1:12).