Our Sunday School class at Wilmore Free Methodist (apparently they don’t charge, like those other Methodists do. I may be hazy on the theological meaning of “free.”) focuses on the intersection of culture and Biblical faith.
One Sunday was devoted to love – and we started by watching “Lost & Found.” If you haven’t seen it, take the time now.
Watched it? Good. Cried a little? That just means you have a heart.
We disagreed on whether the video was moving and depressing; or moving and uplifting. I vote for uplifting – fox will succeed in her knitting project.
We then talked about the short in terms of the two forms of sacrificial love shown – by the dinosaur, willing to give his life to save his friend; and by the fox, willing to give up her life so dinosaur wouldn’t have to.
No-brainer on how to connect this to our faith – and our supreme example. The challenge came when we stopped looking at our role models, and looked more inward, at our own willingness to show this level of love.
Not so easy to honestly answer which friends we love enough to unravel for; and which ones we just wished we loved that much.
Then we hit a snag, when we realized that our examples of dinosaur and fox, as beautiful as they are, fell short of the kind of thing that Jesus was actually talking about.
To be continued…
One of the many marvelous things about my school (Asbury University) is the Communications building is a veritable museum of film props, costumes, sets, posters and history.
So with the relaunch of my blog, I am starting a new feature: What’s this from? I show you a prop/costume/etc, you tell me the movie/tv show/etc. it came from.
First up – the prop is on the left; Dean Jim Owens is covering up the answer card.
(For those in Wilmore – no cheating by looking up the card or knowing from the tour!)
Send in your guesses.
I am very excited.
I think, maybe, possibly, there’s a pretty good chance that a script I wrote might be made into a low budget, independent feature film.
And what do I mean by “maybe, possibly?” Well, I was in Hollywood for too long. What I mean is, we have a producer with a solid track record, the funding has been secured, shoot dates have been set, and the producer is in talks with a topnotch director. I even have a contract for the rights. I have signed it; the producers haven’t yet, but say it is on the way.
And I can’t quite bring myself to say it is real, not quite yet. Why? Because as you know, screenwriters are a superstitious and cowardly lot. (Wait, that’s what Batman says about criminals. Allow me to amend.)
Screenwriters are a superstitious lot. As are directors, actors, crew, and caterers. We’ve seen time after time deals that are sure-fire fall apart at the last second.
My friend Dan had a script with a great comedic idea. It was about a guy who was constantly complaining about how bad God was running the universe, who then is hired to temp for the Creator while God went on vacation. Isn’t that a funny idea – a normal guy forced to step in and run the universe as a lesson from the Almighty?
He found a producer, and was in the last stages of finalizing the movie deal when Bruce Almighty was announced with Jim Carrey attached. And bye-bye temping film.
That’s our world, the business we are in. Nothing is certain. Remember how uncertain the country felt about employment and investments in 2008? That’s us entertainment folk all the time.
So, I am going to chronicle my adventures in the screen trade here, fully optimistic about how great this project is going to be. But I will hold off buying the champagne until it’s a wee bit more real.
Just my thoughts,
A mockumentary on the hardships (and paperwork) involved when you are a beat cop in the Dark Knight’s city.
Full disclosure – I can totally do the splits these guys do. The difference is that they can stand back up without using their hands.
I can stand with a fork lift, a full body cast and six months of physical therapy.
Enjoy the “greatest dance number ever filmed.” (via Mental Floss)