Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts

Monday, July 14, 2008

Much To Consider Pt. I

Hey bloggers...I'll be back later today with some good stuff...awesome service yesterday...did a little clean-up here and there on the blog...please be cool if something you posted got deleted...it's all good...in the meantime, consider this...

Summing it all up, friends, I'd say you'll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious—the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse.(Philippians 4:8 - The Message)

For the rest, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is worthy of reverence and is honorable and seemly, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely and lovable, whatever is kind and winsome and gracious, if there is any virtue and excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think on and weigh and take account of these things [fix your minds on them]. (Philippians 4:8 - Amplified)

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It has been a favorite summer tradition of mine for many years to attend at least one of the presentations from Coca Cola’s annual film series at Atlanta’s Fox Theatre. Originally, the series was comprised exclusively of film classics (over the years we’ve seen The Sound of Music there, The Wizard of Oz, Casablanca, 2001: A Space Odyssey, and The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, to name a few). If you go to the theatre a little early, before the show they have live music performed on the giant Möller theater organ (called “Mighty Mo”), a sing-along, and they show vintage cartoons and old newsreels. The whole experience is a nostalgia lover’s dream.

In recent years, I have become less and less enchanted with the series because it seems to me that they continue to show more and more first-run flicks that are still on at the local multiplex, and less of the old greats that I want to see on the Fox’s giant screen. But 18 summers ago, when they were still only showing the oldies, Debye and I attended a night of the series to see the 1959 epic, Ben-Hur, and that night turned out to be very significant for us.

At the time, she was nearing the very end of her fist pregnancy (our first child together). We had had two sonograms, both of which read that we were going to have a baby girl, and we were fine with that. I just wanted a baby that looked like Debye, and would grow up to be musical, but the doctors were so adamant that we were having a girl that we had only picked out a girl’s name (Victoria Elizabeth). We had also had a very pink baby shower in which we received nothing but girl gifts.

But on that hot August night in 1990, as we sat at the front of the Fox watching the winner of the most Academy Awards in history (until Titanic tied with it), I began to feel something unusual every time one of the characters in the movie called the name – “Judah Ben-Hur”. After the first half of the movie (it’s a long one), I turned to Debye and said, “I know they are convinced that we’re having a girl, but I just want to say that if we do happen to have a boy, that I am totally naming him “Judah”…“Judah Benjamin”! And when I said it we both, for lack of better term, felt an anointing on it, and I immediately saw a picture in my spirit of a tall, young man with long, blond hair.

Fast forward to 2008…last night they showed Ben Hur at the Fox for the first time in all these years, and we took Judah to see it (along with Jonah, and Aaron Conyers and Cody Daniel, and my parents), and we had a wonderful time. I had not seen it since before Judah was born, and there’s nothing like seeing the chariot race on a 70mm screen. You have to judge it in its proper context…it has some of the trappings of the typical, over-the-top, melodramatic Bible epics of the 50’s, along with some laughable special effects…but, all in all, it was actually much better than I had remembered.

For one thing, it was cool to take Judah to see it and sit close to where we sat the night we first imagined him (and he totally got it, by the way). But also, the story is so much about the mercy of Jesus Christ, and the salvation He provided for ALL people, that I really saw and heard it with new eyes and ears last night. Everything that they said about Jesus in the script sounded like the Jesus that I preach and believe in. It was very moving and timely for me.

The famous last line of the movie is Judah Ben-Hur telling his family of how his encounter with Christ delivered him from his hatred and need for vengeance…“And I felt His voice take the sword out my hand”…

I want to talk about that some...

To be continued tomorrow…

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Come Saturday Morning...


Hey, bloggers...SPRING IS HERE! And today is HOLY SATURDAY...the day before Easter...so HAPPY HOLY SATURDAY!...(I really don't mean to sound disrespectful, but it requires great effort on my part to not say Holy Saturday, Batman!) Forgive me, please. That's just wrong. Anyway, I was going to publish information about the traditional observances of Holy Saturday around the world, but I want to go in a different direction. Of course, we'll be talking about Resurrection Sunday tomorrow.

I loved all the responses about Good Friday yesterday (BTW, Debye pointed out to me that the picture I downloaded says "Goood" (three "o's") Friday...I hadn't even noticed it...I could make up a story about why it's spelled with three o's (three days in the grave?), but that would also just be wrong. It just came that way. But what I want to talk about is simply SATURDAY. Let me say that I truly honor the strong convictions of those who believe that Saturday is the true Sabbath...but, in all due respect, Christ is the Sabbath, and in Him, every day is holy! Therefore let no one sit in judgment on you in matters of food and drink, or with regard to a feast day or a New Moon or a Sabbath. Such [things] are only the shadow of things that are to come, and they have only a symbolic value. But the reality (the substance, the solid fact of what is foreshadowed, the body of it) belongs to Christ. (Colossians 2:16, 17 - AMP)

And don't write me to challenge me to a debate about that...if you believe that a day, either Saturday or Sunday, is the Sabbath, you're allowed. Namaste!

If you are somewhere around my age, you will relate to this...when I was a kid, Saturday was the most awesome, wonderful, sublime part of God's creation, as far as I was concerned. Monday through Friday was all about school and homework and bed-time, and Sunday in our house was about going to church all day long...Sunday School, Morning Worship, Choir practice, Youth Service, and Sunday Night "Evangelistic" Service.



But Saturday...ah, sweet Saturday...that was about no school, and staying in your pajamas and eating cereal while you watched (let me take a deep breath before I say it)...SATURDAY MORNING CARTOONS!

Kids today have 24 hours of cable TV available to them with entire cartoon networks broadcasting nonstop, not to mention videos and DVDs and Xbox 360 and whatever else they have now, so they can't possibly understand how precious those few hours of cartoons on those three networks were every Saturday morning back in the day! I loved them all...the Warner Bros. stuff (Looney Tunes, Merrie Melodies) and all the Hanna-Barbera collection (everything from Adam Ant to Scooby-Doo), and all the Syd and Marty Krofft productions, Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids, and my personal favorite...the Banana Splits! Then, in the afternoon it was old Tarzan movies, and when I got a little older, Amercian Bandstand and Soooooooooooouuuuuuuuullllll Traaaaaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnnnnn were added to the line-up.

I know this doesn't sound spiritual enough for the day before Easter, but I was thinking about the kids in our church having their mega-Easter Egg Hunt today, and I grew nostalgic for the Saturdays of my childhood. Jesus said that only those who viewed the world as children could enter His Kingdom...and for me "Saturday" is a state of mind...a mindset that enables me to have child-like faith, to believe for the best in people, to be hopeful and optimistic, to believe in magic, and to believe that stories can and should have happy endings.

And on this day when we solemnly remember the still, quiet Saturday tomb of Jesus...when we observe Holy Saturday...I want to embrace that which is truly holy...the same Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead...the Spirit of Life Who writes the happy endings to all of our story-lines!

And just look around you. Spring is bursting out everywhere, and spring is about the promise of life conquering death...about possibilities...about life in living color. Tomorrow's going to be a beautiful day...Sunrise Service...a celebration of praise and worship...a full house...but today, I'm just glad it's Saturday!


Anyone remember this song by the Sandpipers?

Come Saturday morning
I'm goin' away with my friend (my friend)
We'll Saturday-spend till the end of the day...
Just I and my friend
We'll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles
And then we'll move on
But we will remember long after Saturday's gone
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