“We’re All in this Together”- Part apologetic, part documentary, part call to action, the film is a story made up of many stories, told by many voices, no individual voice any more or any less important than any other, yet every voice working together to ultimately tell the ONE story – A story that involves everyONE; that seeks to capture our collective and idiosyncratic purpose in ONE.
This project is going to be released nationwide in theaters on November 4th and is going to be massive call-to-action for the church – as well as an action packed evening.
You can read more about it by clicking here and watching the trailer below.
I’m going – are you?
ht: Shaun Groves for alerting me to this fantastic project!
I found this picture at passive aggressive notes.com and just thought it was too good to pass up. Apparently, Jesus is watching out for the Diet Coke thieves out there in the world.
I personally enjoy the graphic robe and the wink/point thing this Jesus has going on. He looks like a pretty rad guy….just stay away from the Diet Coke.
I try to stay out of politics – for two reasons. The first is that I’m aware of my lack of understanding about, well, a lot. I don’t want to talk about things that I don’t fully understand. The second reason? It’s too divisive. Seriously…I have seen otherwise rational and reasonable people get worked into an angry frenzy while discussing political “hot buttons” with people who’s views don’t quite match their own.
Let’s face it, a good deal of political opinion is simply that – opinion. You may be able to back it up with something, but that something usually leads back to the opinion of somebody else.
I have my opinions just like everyone else, and I hold them dear to my heart – cause I’m usually right you see! (I kid….) and I am smart enough to admit that my opinions and view aren’t always “right” even though they may be right for me and my family. My hubby and I voted differently in the presidential election this past year, and we never fought about it one time – it never even crossed our minds to debate it with each other!
My point is, that I get it. I understand that not everyone agrees with our President as a man, as a leader…and for some, as ANYTHING. I get that he has inspired controversy among many, but especially among Christians. We are all entitled to our opinions and convictions. What I don’t understand or agree with, however, is the loud and angry outcry that I’ve heard about something as seemingly innocent and innocuous as a Presidential speech to school children (you can find the text of the speech here)
I simply don’t understand why I would need to “protect” my children from “this kind of garbage” (these are direct quotes I’ve read in the last few days) or that I should “stand up for my country and my family and refuse to let something as dangerous as this take place” of even that “as a concerned parent I should make sure that these messages from the liberal government won’t take root in my child’s heart” All of these quotes came from Brothers or Sisters in Christ – people who are called to love lavishly. What message is this sending out to the rest of the world?
The way I understand the Bible, Jesus was pretty clear that the entire gospel could be summed up one way. “Love God, and love people” I’ve taken that to heart and for me it means “ALWAYS fall on the side of loving someone. Love first, and ask questions later” I happen to think that includes politics. I can disagree, I can feel defensive, I can even feel justified in my thinking, but if I’m not LOVING with my words and actions then I have failed to live out the one thing Jesus has asked of me.
Sure it’s hard – we may feel like our “Christian values” have been threatened…but have they? Isn’t God still Sovereign? Doesn’t he still rule and reign? Does putting our trust in God mean that we still have to defend our “religious rights?”
I read a blog post from Eugene Cho that you can find here. In this post, he pointed out “I’m also very concerned at our collective inability or unwillingness to listen to others that don’t share in our personal worldviews…” Ouch! I may not agree with President Obama, or you, or my husband, or somebody I work with, but aren’t they a person created in God’s image who deserves my respect and willingness to listen?
I wrote this in response to Shaun Groves facebook post on the topic of this “controversial speech”
“Since I’m too chicken to say this on my own blog or facebook page….I’m frankly heartsick and horrified at the way much of the “body of Christ” has handled this. What image are we sending out to the rest of the world? Intolerant? Paranoid? Self Righteous? Arrogant? Willing to shoot off our mouths without regard to anybody else or without being able to back up our bad behavior?
I have seen NOTHING that convinces me that I need to be concerned, alarmed, angry, defensive or protective of my children’s innocence throughout this whole controversy. Honestly, I’m more inclined to want to protect my children from this type of attitude coming from people that should know better and love better… At least that’s what I WOULD say if I wasn’t afraid of offending…”
And you know what? It probably will offend somebody. I hate offending anyone…but I’ve decided that I’m ok with it in some cases if I’m not offending Christ. His is the only opinion that matters actually. I realize that I have just as much of an agenda as everyone else, but I’ve decided that my agenda needs to be bringing honor to Jesus. I want to learn gracious disagreement, how to love those whose actions and worldviews don’t match my own. And maybe, just maybe….I’ll grow in the process and find that sometimes I’m not right!
I would not consider myself a law breaker by nature. I’m a pretty “by the rules” kind of girl. That being said, when it comes to driving, I find it almost impossible to go EXACTLY the speed limit. I don’t drive recklessly or overly fast, but I do speed frequently.
I’ve never had a speeding ticket before, probably because I tend to keep it in that “fast but not too fast” category. Either that, or I’ve just been lucky. Whatever the case, my luck ran out on July 4, 2009.
I was driving home from Target with some groceries for a cookout we had planned later that day with friends. I didn’t feel like I was going too fast, but apparently the State Trooper who was hiding in the bushes did. Either that or he was bored and wanted to see the mom in the van cry! Whatever the case, I saw those flashing blue lights behind me and knew I was busted – 1/3 of a mile away from my house.
He pulled me over and asked why I was speeding to which I replied “I didn’t know I was speeding”. It probably was not the best answer I could have given but it was true. He asked me if I had ever had a ticket before and when I said no he handed me a ticket for $150. Driving 58 in a 45. So much for warnings. The amazing part is that the ticket itself was for $30…the other $120 was for “court costs”
On Monday of this week I went to court for my stupid expensive ticket. I figured it was worth a shot. After standing in line with all the other law breakers speeders I had a chance to play “Lets Make a Deal” with the DA. I had all kind of excellent suggestions for him, he wasn’t impressed by any of them. His final offer was reducing it to 50 in a 45. $15 fine but still $120 in court costs. After all that wheeling and dealing, turns out I didn’t have the cash on me to pay at the time and they don’t take checks so I have to go back AGAIN in September to pay it.
The moral of the story? Crime doesn’t pay, the posted speed limit isn’t a suggestion…. and it’s wise to have a radar detector!
It’s been almost two months since I’ve written anything here. I’ve thought about it often. I’ve tried to write but everything came out sounding hollow and empty. I didn’t have anything funny or creative or deep or meaningful to share so I’ve been silent.
I’m learning that silence is OK. I’ve spent a large portion of my life running from silence. It’s always felt heavy and overwhelming to me. Alone with my thoughts, I can fall victim to all sorts of crazy rabbit trails.
Sometimes I hear the lies in silence – the ones that tell me I’m not good enough and never will be. The ones that tell me I have nothing to contribute….and on it goes. I’m sure you are as familiar with those lies as I am and hear some of them too.
Sometimes in the silence I experience regret. All the things I wish I had done but didn’t. All the things I did but wish I had not. I’m sure you are familiar with that drill as well.
The silence that scares me the most, however, is the silence where I experience nothing. The silence where God seems far, my thoughts can’t settle and I feel utterly alone. This is the silence that I run from the hardest and the fastest. Turn on the TV, Jump on the Internet, Call somebody, Read a book. Anything to escape from the silence that seems crushing and empty.
I think God has had me on a journey these last few months. I’ll be honest with you, I haven’t turned to him much – in fact, I’ve turned away more times than not. I’ve felt alone, I’ve felt burdened, I’ve felt scattered and confused. I’ve wondered where the person I knew ME as had escaped to. I’ve wondered if I would ever again feel like the dreams that were part of my heart would live and breathe again. And I’ve tried to run from the silence.
Here’s what God has been teaching me lately, in spite of all my running, my shortfalls and my confusion. Silence can be beautiful. I’m learning to listen more and talk less. I’m learning that I don’t have to call somebody as soon as I get in the car to escape being alone with my thoughts. I’m learning that those moments before sleep when all is quiet and it’s just me and my thoughts are grace-filled moments where God is pouring comfort into my soul. Comfort that I need to keep going. Comfort that I need to start living from my heart again and breathing life into some of those dreams.
I feel a little bit like King David:
21 When my heart was grieved
and my spirit embittered,
22 I was senseless and ignorant;
I was a brute beast before you.
23 Yet I am always with you;
you hold me by my right hand.
24 You guide me with your counsel,
and afterward you will take me into glory.
25 Whom have I in heaven but you?
And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
26 My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.
27 Those who are far from you will perish;
you destroy all who are unfaithful to you.
28 But as for me, it is good to be near God.
I have made the Sovereign LORD my refuge;
I will tell of all your deeds.
I didn’t know if but God has been working in the silence…holding my hand and leading me back to him. My flesh will continue to fail, my heart will continue to fail, but if I learn from this maybe I’ll start embracing the silence.
What have you learned from silence?
Have you seen any of these? Who doesn’t love a little bit of the Beatles?
Behold….the Beatles, literal style.
These are my kids – Meet Pixie:
and Boy Wonder:
I love my kids – they are amazing and fun and full of life. They are also, to put it bluntly, exhausting. They don’t mean to be, I’m certain. Kids have similar life-draining traits that they universally share and mine are no exception. I always love them, but sometimes it gets a little bit harder to like enjoy them after repeating the same thing eleventy-hundred times. I swear sometime I could record myself saying a handful of things and just play it on an endless loop and they would never know.
“Pick up your dirty clothes off the bathroom floor” “Come help clear the table” “You can’t hide in the bathroom EVERY time there is something to do around here” “Did you SERIOUSLY wipe boogers ON YOUR WALL?”…you get the picture. If you have children, I’m sure you repeat these and other amusing statements multiple times each day as well.
I’m a good mom, but I’m not as fun as I used to be before I had children. I don’t know if it’s possible to be your carefree, spontaneous former self when you are bogged down with all the responsibilities of raising and molding small people into responsible adults. The process sort of…sucks the fun out of you.
We live in a different state from both of my husband’s sets of parents. For them to spend any degree of quality time alone with the kids involves a trip and some planning. Since we are somewhat short on vacation time and planning to go back and visit for Christmas, a summer trip just wasn’t in the cards for hubs and I. The kids and the grandparents, however, all had ample time off in the summer and slowly a plan started forming that has become one of the most highly-anticipated experiences of my year!
As we speak, my children are hundreds of miles away in another state. They have been gone for almost 5 days. They will not return for another 10. If you are doing the math in your head, you will have already figured out that this means slightly over TWO WEEKS alone at home with my husband and no kids. TWO WEEKS! I’m still a little bit awe-struck by it.
In the past few days I have read an entire novel in one sitting, I have eaten pancakes for dinner at 8pm, I have gone out to dinner with my husband and received a late Mother’s Day pedicure….on a Tuesday night. Seriously, a Tuesday! Normally on a Tuesday evening I would be up to my ears in homework and dinner cleanup and showers and bedtimes….instead I was sitting in a spa with gentle music and fountains splashing while somebody rubbed my feet and the hubs browsed a few doors down at Barnes and Noble. This is unheard of luxury to us.
I’m still amazed at the unbelievable quiet in my home. It would seem that the two smaller people are not only the source of most of the noise around here, but they are also the source of almost ALL of the clutter and mess. My house is clean, my laundry is not piled up, and everything is quiet. The only fly in the ointment for us is that we still have to work during the day. If we could get out of that, life would be pretty much perfect!
I’ve realized that I’m still spontaneous and still fun…I just don’t let that girl out much these days. I fill my days and nights with all the things that make a home run smoothly and mold those kids into responsible adults. This doesn’t leave much time for the fun me.
All this is changing for the next 10 days, however. I’m getting my groove back. I’m claiming my fun self, and I’m remembering what it was like to just be me. I’m sure in a few days or a week I’ll miss my kids like crazy and I will be so happy when they come home, but for right now I’m just enjoying the silence and the freedom!