Showing posts with label Concerning: Christianity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Concerning: Christianity. Show all posts

Friday, February 20, 2009

Do the Actors Get it?

"...or have you forgotten who really defeated the White Witch, Peter?"


Did Georgie Henley, when she said the above quote, know how it represents her as the childlike (in a good way) and undoubting Christian, who always trusts that God has a plan?

Did Skandar Keynes understand what he was representing when he betrayed his family and the Narnians for Turkish delight? And that he represented the sheep welcomed back into the fold when he came back?

Do any of them understand who Aslan represents? Did either Anna Popplewell or Georgie Henley understand what the significance was in Aslan's giving his life to save Edmund's?

I hope that they do. It just makes the movies so much more meaningful.

How strange it is to think that people who can play such allegorically spiritual roles might possibly not even know what they mean!

Monday, December 8, 2008

It's Christmastime in Texas



A Nativity set from Spain is part of the decor...



as is a fake Christmas tree. Hey, it holdsthe ornaments and does take any care whatsoever (and the cat likes it, too). :)

Friday, December 5, 2008

Shivering on a Bus Stop

Picture this:

A man. A man shivering on a bus stop. He is wearing a pair or old khaki shorts and an old forest green polo shirt, both so worn that they look gray and could not possibly be very warm. Day in, day out, he either sits there, trudges through the shopping center nearby or he sits someplace else. He has a hard time talking, so he can't get a job.

He would like shelter, but he can't imagine where there might be such a thing for him. He is often hungry, but sometimes people give him something to appease his hunger. Life is this cycle of cold days, cold nights (or hot days, hot nights) with no end in sight.

He watches the cars speed down the freeway, not really caring anymore, having learned not to care or wish himself in that impossible to reach world of comfort.

Perhaps he never cared.

All he knows is that he is hungry, and cold, and uncomfortable and lonely. He knows, subconsciously, that almost nobody in the assortment of middle-class cars really cares for him, or even notices.

He might not even know that God loves him, that God made him. How is he to know this? Nobody has much of a desire to come in contact with him. Of course, God is absolutely capable of leading this man to Himself though he were on a deserted island in the middle of the Arctic ocean.

But God has directed his children to feed the hungry, for if anyone does this unto the least of him their brethren, they do it unto him. Why, then are Christians just standing by?