I have read some truly awful media coverage of and pundit reaction to the public meltdown of South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford over the past couple of days. And then I came across this. Grace appears from the least expected quarters.
The minute Sanford started speaking, the reviews poured in via e-mail and Twitter. He was rambling, confused. He didn’t tear up enough when talking about his wife. He favored his mistress. He answered the questions too thoroughly. All these judgments seemed absurd. A man standing in front of a bank of cameras in the middle of a complete collapse is going to say a lot of things poorly.
The snap judgments failed to acknowledge a grain of the fundamental human carnage we were witnessing. You can laugh at Sanford, as you can laugh at a video of a wrecked Amy Winehouse falling all over her house. But at some point, even though they did it to themselves, you have to feel sorry for them as human beings. You can do that, I think, and not be a fan of adultery or drug use.
Feel free to discuss in the comment thread, but this is probably all I’m going to say on the situation.
In other news, I just read (last night) John Mark Hicks’ new essay, “The Struggle for the Soul of Churches of Christ (1897-1907): Hoosiers, Volunteers and Longhorns,” which he blogs about today. (The essay was included in the Gedenkschrift for Michael Casey. You can find a link to the whole thing here.) I hope to have a brief review posted in the next couple of days.