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22.1.06
I'm a Movie!!
19.1.06
Exorcism of Emily Rose
Have you seen this movie? I finally got a chance to watch it last night and it is powerful. I had to rent it on a night my wife couldn't be home because she can't handle the horrific visuals and to be sure, it has some pretty intense moments....
I remember wanting to see this film from the moment I first heard about it, even though I generally don't watch horror films, because of its subject matter and a curiousity to see how a north american film maker would approach it. This is a courtroom drama, not a horror film. Though if you are troubled by seeing horrible things, you'd have to be very careful watching this one. I can honestly say that it doesn't pull any punches. I also found out a few months ago that the director is a Christian who believes that horror is the best film genre to work in as a Christian... (you can check it out his interview at http://www.thesource4ym.com/interviews/ScottDerrickson.asp).
I would love to know the true story. The real details and what happened moment by moment, but of course, that would not seem to be possible. So I am taking this movie, this story, for what it is: an eye-opening glimpse into the world of darkness. The craziest part of it all is that I have seen this darkness before and that is where the personal ramifications begin...
Two days before Christmas, 2001, in Chennai, India, a pastor and I prayed for a young girl to be freed from demonic possession. It was the most intense and humbling experience I have ever had. The instant it was over, I cried because I knew how small I was...
The God I serve, the Jesus I believe in, the Spirit I walk with was present to me (and others) at that service that night and He is HUGE. We are so small...
This movie brought so many things flooding back to my mind and I found myself crying again during the scene where the demons revealed their names...the reality that I live in a time and place where darkness has ownership of so much and so many...and we fail to stand up and ask the darkness for its name that we might identify it and remove it from our midst.
I am asking the BIG GUY to show me what's next...
I remember wanting to see this film from the moment I first heard about it, even though I generally don't watch horror films, because of its subject matter and a curiousity to see how a north american film maker would approach it. This is a courtroom drama, not a horror film. Though if you are troubled by seeing horrible things, you'd have to be very careful watching this one. I can honestly say that it doesn't pull any punches. I also found out a few months ago that the director is a Christian who believes that horror is the best film genre to work in as a Christian... (you can check it out his interview at http://www.thesource4ym.com/interviews/ScottDerrickson.asp).
I would love to know the true story. The real details and what happened moment by moment, but of course, that would not seem to be possible. So I am taking this movie, this story, for what it is: an eye-opening glimpse into the world of darkness. The craziest part of it all is that I have seen this darkness before and that is where the personal ramifications begin...
Two days before Christmas, 2001, in Chennai, India, a pastor and I prayed for a young girl to be freed from demonic possession. It was the most intense and humbling experience I have ever had. The instant it was over, I cried because I knew how small I was...
The God I serve, the Jesus I believe in, the Spirit I walk with was present to me (and others) at that service that night and He is HUGE. We are so small...
This movie brought so many things flooding back to my mind and I found myself crying again during the scene where the demons revealed their names...the reality that I live in a time and place where darkness has ownership of so much and so many...and we fail to stand up and ask the darkness for its name that we might identify it and remove it from our midst.
I am asking the BIG GUY to show me what's next...
18.1.06
Unrelated
I've done a couple things this week that I don't really like so much, but am trying to incorporate more into my life: cleaning the bathroom and eating soup (not both at the same time, though maybe that would be the next step in the evolution of these activities in my life...hmmmm....).
I cleaned the bathroom on Monday, and I'm glad I did. Everyone knows the situation: when you can see dirt/filth on anything, everyone knows it needs to be cleaned. In fact everyone knows it needed to be cleaned awhile ago, before anything visible appeared. Now, at this point, I want to be clear that my bathroom was not disgusting. It didn't smell, nor was there anything causing repulsion, but the bathtub needed some scrubbing. That's all really. However, I do want to emphasize that virtually everything that requires cleaning should be cleaned prior to developing visible and/or olifactory conditions. We may be able to make an exception for things that get dirty in an instant, like the inside of a blender glass or the knees on a five-year olds jeans, but back to my original point: I don't like cleaning the bathroom, specifically the bathtub. It sucks. I don't have a problem with toilets at all (maybe that's weird, but a summer cleaning bathrooms at a camp will change that quick :P) and sinks are pretty easy, but I hate floors and tubs. I don't have a rational reason for this. I just can't stand them. So Monday, I did it anyway. Now they are clean and I probably won't touch them with cleaners again until they are beyond dirty (and back to visibly gross). Sad but true.
I've also been eating a lot of soup. I've never been a big soup fan. I think it relates to my lifelong avoidance of hot drinks. I mean, that's what soup is: a big, hot drink with chunkies in it. You can't call it a drink because of the chunks of meat or potato or veggies, which would cause any drinker to gag viciously! I believe that's why the whole cup-o-soup concept never really stuck (or became a staple of society)... because of the chunks. No one wants to chew a drink. It's a universal truth. Now soup is an easy food to prepare. It's easy to store and reheat. It's convenient and simple, incredible advantages for my current lifestyle! It's also extraordinarily versatile, available in a vast amount of flavors and textures, across virtually every culture in the world (every one I've experienced). It was time for me to stop denying soup its place in my culinary vocabulary. So I've been eating a lot of soup, finding it mostly enjoyable, experimenting and keeping an open mind. I've discovered that I like meat in soups. Beef and seafood more than chicken, but all are acceptable. Sausage can be great in in a cajun soup (more like a stew I suppose)! The more meat the better the soup. Now, the reason for this increasing gratification becomes obvious when I realize that this is because the soup is becoming less and less soup and more and more what I'd rather be eating: a big plate of meat. Once again, I digress. Soup is gaining on me and I suppose I'll let it hang around for some time. Perhaps I'll learn to love it.
One last sidenote: I have always loved mushroom soup for some reason. ?!? What's your favorite?
I cleaned the bathroom on Monday, and I'm glad I did. Everyone knows the situation: when you can see dirt/filth on anything, everyone knows it needs to be cleaned. In fact everyone knows it needed to be cleaned awhile ago, before anything visible appeared. Now, at this point, I want to be clear that my bathroom was not disgusting. It didn't smell, nor was there anything causing repulsion, but the bathtub needed some scrubbing. That's all really. However, I do want to emphasize that virtually everything that requires cleaning should be cleaned prior to developing visible and/or olifactory conditions. We may be able to make an exception for things that get dirty in an instant, like the inside of a blender glass or the knees on a five-year olds jeans, but back to my original point: I don't like cleaning the bathroom, specifically the bathtub. It sucks. I don't have a problem with toilets at all (maybe that's weird, but a summer cleaning bathrooms at a camp will change that quick :P) and sinks are pretty easy, but I hate floors and tubs. I don't have a rational reason for this. I just can't stand them. So Monday, I did it anyway. Now they are clean and I probably won't touch them with cleaners again until they are beyond dirty (and back to visibly gross). Sad but true.
I've also been eating a lot of soup. I've never been a big soup fan. I think it relates to my lifelong avoidance of hot drinks. I mean, that's what soup is: a big, hot drink with chunkies in it. You can't call it a drink because of the chunks of meat or potato or veggies, which would cause any drinker to gag viciously! I believe that's why the whole cup-o-soup concept never really stuck (or became a staple of society)... because of the chunks. No one wants to chew a drink. It's a universal truth. Now soup is an easy food to prepare. It's easy to store and reheat. It's convenient and simple, incredible advantages for my current lifestyle! It's also extraordinarily versatile, available in a vast amount of flavors and textures, across virtually every culture in the world (every one I've experienced). It was time for me to stop denying soup its place in my culinary vocabulary. So I've been eating a lot of soup, finding it mostly enjoyable, experimenting and keeping an open mind. I've discovered that I like meat in soups. Beef and seafood more than chicken, but all are acceptable. Sausage can be great in in a cajun soup (more like a stew I suppose)! The more meat the better the soup. Now, the reason for this increasing gratification becomes obvious when I realize that this is because the soup is becoming less and less soup and more and more what I'd rather be eating: a big plate of meat. Once again, I digress. Soup is gaining on me and I suppose I'll let it hang around for some time. Perhaps I'll learn to love it.
One last sidenote: I have always loved mushroom soup for some reason. ?!? What's your favorite?
10.1.06
The New Guy
Most of us will have experienced being the "new guy" (or "new girl") somewhere, sometime in our lives, at school, a club, a social group, a workplace, etc. Throughout my life, I've been the new guy alot and I think that the residual memory of all those new guy experiences pummells me every now and again.
For example, I have encountered a mirage "new guy" experience twice in the last half a year. Maybe it's important to note at this point that I have had at least three legitimate "new guy" periods in the last year. I have had two different new jobs (one started in February 05, then I changed again in August 05) and I got married...not a "new guy" moment in the strictest of senses, but I was certainly the new guy in the home, imposing my fresh presence on the new girl in my life (being married fundamentally changes the relationship, so no matter how long you've known your spouse before you marry, you instantly become new guy and new girl. THat's my opinion). Now back to the mirage encounters:
Both followed holiday time, which lends itself to "new guy" feelings upon re-entry to the real world, so maybe I shouldn't be shocked at my reaction, but dude, it was strong. Coming back from the honeymoon (I'd been gone for three weeks) in June, I'd have sworn I had never given a tour or driven a bus for Landsea Tours before, though I'd been doing it for many months. Upon returning from Christmastime in Grande Prairie, I feel like an alien at ZLC. It is so weird. I wonder what waking up from an 18-month coma would be like...?
This is obviously an overreaction to the situation, but it alarms me and merits introspection I figure. The worst part of it for me is the disconnect that I feel. A greater level of comfort upon returning to one's vocation would be welcome in my life... more of a "Ahhhhh, now I'm home!" kinda thing... I'd like that. Certainly a stark contrast to "Hmmmm, I get the strange feeling I've been here before..." that I've been subjected to. Sigh.
As I mentioned before, I've been the new guy alot in life. Perhaps it all catches up to you someday and that's what I'm sensing these days. Good to be the "old guy" sometime, but you gotta earn that!
Survey time: How many different places have you lived, and what's the longest you lived somewhere?
I'll kick it off: 12 different cities, longest was GP for 8 years (6+2, not all in a row)
For example, I have encountered a mirage "new guy" experience twice in the last half a year. Maybe it's important to note at this point that I have had at least three legitimate "new guy" periods in the last year. I have had two different new jobs (one started in February 05, then I changed again in August 05) and I got married...not a "new guy" moment in the strictest of senses, but I was certainly the new guy in the home, imposing my fresh presence on the new girl in my life (being married fundamentally changes the relationship, so no matter how long you've known your spouse before you marry, you instantly become new guy and new girl. THat's my opinion). Now back to the mirage encounters:
Both followed holiday time, which lends itself to "new guy" feelings upon re-entry to the real world, so maybe I shouldn't be shocked at my reaction, but dude, it was strong. Coming back from the honeymoon (I'd been gone for three weeks) in June, I'd have sworn I had never given a tour or driven a bus for Landsea Tours before, though I'd been doing it for many months. Upon returning from Christmastime in Grande Prairie, I feel like an alien at ZLC. It is so weird. I wonder what waking up from an 18-month coma would be like...?
This is obviously an overreaction to the situation, but it alarms me and merits introspection I figure. The worst part of it for me is the disconnect that I feel. A greater level of comfort upon returning to one's vocation would be welcome in my life... more of a "Ahhhhh, now I'm home!" kinda thing... I'd like that. Certainly a stark contrast to "Hmmmm, I get the strange feeling I've been here before..." that I've been subjected to. Sigh.
As I mentioned before, I've been the new guy alot in life. Perhaps it all catches up to you someday and that's what I'm sensing these days. Good to be the "old guy" sometime, but you gotta earn that!
Survey time: How many different places have you lived, and what's the longest you lived somewhere?
I'll kick it off: 12 different cities, longest was GP for 8 years (6+2, not all in a row)
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