Movie Recommendation

Be Kind Rewind

One of Handsome’s colleagues recommended this movie to us, and we were NOT disappointed. I haven’t laughed so hard or so consistently at a movie since . . . hmmm . . . let’s see . . . not recently.

The story-telling was clever and many of the gags were subtle and intelligent. It’s fun to find a movie that doesn’t insult its audience with the “I saw that one coming a mile away” stunts or potty-humor. There were several scenes that we rewound (heh) just so we could laugh again.

On the family-friendly side of things, there was no nudity, I can’t remember hearing any F-bombs, and there was no gratuitous violence or bloodshed.

Perplexing

Handsome and I have noticed a disturbing trend among our married Christian friends and acquaintances. They all seem to be separating and/or divorcing. Most of these couples have been married for years, many have children, and almost all of them have held positions of leadership within their churches.

What the heck is going on?

While one’s faith does not magically divorce-proof one’s marriage, it IS supposed to inform one’s worldview. If marriage is established by God as a lifetime commitment through better and worse (excepting adultery and abuse), then divorce is not an option. How (and when) did divorce become the antidote to disappointment, frustration, or boredom?

If the Christian community at large so willing rejects one of our fundamental beliefs – the foundation of family – then we really can’t complain when the secular community tries to redefine marriage. Without a compass, what else would a lost man or woman do?

**Update: United States Divorce Statistics, Religious:

33% of All Adults have been divorced at least once
32% of Born Again Christians have been divorced at least once
38% of Members of Non-Christians Faiths have been divorced at least once
30% of Atheist or Agnostics have been divorced at least once

Source: The Barna Group, 2008 Marriage and Divorce Statistics

Bizarro

I’m still not feeling well, but I thought you all would enjoy a weird dream I had this week.

I was a 10-inch tall version of myself chasing chickens around a Dali-esque landscape. I was doing my best to scare them, and scare them I did. Scared them so bad they laid hard-boiled eggs.

Suburban Safari

At first, I thought it was a siren of some sort, and Handsome thought I was hearing things. I was hearing things. Well, thing. A LOUD thing. And that’s when I opened the back door to see what the ruckus was.** And there it was, sitting in one of the cedar trees yelling at us. LOUDLY.

An owl, probably a screech owl. With the loud screeching.

I snapped a shot with my iPhone, but I’ll spare you that image. You’d say, “yep, there’s a fuzzy, out-of-focus thing in your fuzzy, out-of-focus tree.” It’s really not worth the embarrassment to post that photo is what I’m saying.

Anyway, the probable-screech owl screeched at us for a few minutes before taking off into the night. Probably lighting on one of our neighbor’s trees to screech at them, too.

**Note, if this was a horror film, I’d have been dragged into the yard and eaten by the loud thing.