Opinion: Brother Glenn's Traveling Salvation Show

(Sept. 2) -- I know that Al Sharpton had a rally in Washington, D.C., on the anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr's, "I Have a Dream" speech. And now I find out that there was a second rally. Someone named Glenn Beck, who said he didn't know that Aug. 28 had anything to do with civil rights, or with Martin Luther King Jr., but chose the date because it was the only day he had available.

Uh, OK. (Just like I didn't know there was a rally other than the Sharpton gathering or that there is a person named Glenn Beck.) And what a coincidence that the date available just happened to coincide with the King anniversary. Then, and only then, did Beck decide to make his rally about civil rights. He says.

What really is revealing about this gathering is the language: "restoring honor." I wasn't aware that we were a country without it. If all these people believe they have to attend a rally to restore our honor, they must believe that someone or something had taken it away.

I heard Beck say we have to turn back to the values that made us great. You mean, up until Saturday, Aug. 28, and for quite some time before that, we were no longer great?

Sarah Palin said pretty much the same thing -- that we have to "restore America and restore her honor." Restore this, restore that -- it sounded as though up until that warning, she viewed my country as antique furniture.

Beck agrees and says that we've been, for too long, wandering in the darkness. Who knew? Gee, and I thought everything was pretty good in America.

And then Palin told the crowd, "Say what you want to say about me, but I raised a combat vet. You can't take that away from me." Gee, Governor, if I may call you that, I had no idea someone was trying to take away from you your combat vet son, or your raising of a combat vet son, or that someone was absconding with your motherhood.

I feel so bad for both Beck and Palin because, up until Aug. 28 at 10:59 a.m., they both lived in such a dark place, bereft of goodness, of honor, full of antique furniture, and people -- and I'm not sure who, because they didn't say -- robbing them of values and motherhood. I'm so glad for their sake that America is restored. Now, like an old, comfortable chair, it's been refinished, and they can sit in it again.

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Wait a minute! Something amazing just happened! As I was finishing up this piece at my typewriter -- yes, typewriter, for the old Remington takes us back to a day when we were still America -- I looked up from the deck where I do my work, and there, I saw, directly overhead, at the exact moment I put the last punctuation mark on this, a flock of Canada geese, flying in perfect formation.

It was, dare I say, a miracle. It was what I was hoping for, as it's been my fervent wish that the hand of God would at some point appear. This was God's flyover.

And as I was proofreading the copy, holding the page, one of those geese let drop something that landed right on that final punctuation mark. Exactly on that spot. That drop, on that spot. God. Signifying. What some of us are so full of.