It is near the ending of an old argument—when bombs have dropped, do more solve the problem? Is there such a thing as holy fire? And can a man who thinks he is a god ever truly raise the white flag and
Surrender without conditions.
It is near the ending of an old argument—when bombs have dropped, do more solve the problem? Is there such a thing as holy fire? And can a man who thinks he is a god ever truly raise the white flag and
Surrender without conditions.
She was a strikingly pretty college student with a disconcerting way of saying truly disfiguring things as though she was doing an elevator pitch for a rom-com puppet movie.
She said the “idea was based on a childhood friend,” and that the horror movie centered on the omniscience, omnipotence, and omnipresence of the Christian God (wait for it)…being the malevolent antagonistic killer!
Quite. A. Plot. Twist!
Somehow in the process of writing a home-cooked horror movie she managed to pull off an egregious character assassination of both her childhood “friend” and mine.
I listened aghast as emblems of rescue and redemption were suborned for a Mean-Girls-meets-The-Shining revenge plot.
At one point the thinly-veiled childhood-friend-turned-megalomaniac-killer-omnipotent-deity murders the protagonist after repeating a common Christian invocation of the Trinity.
She got a fan-girl response from many in the audience with questions about whether her movie was going to be produced, possibly with the support of the university?
Afterwards, I broached a few questions—
Was she concerned about alienating over a billion Christians?
Had she shown the manuscript to the “childhood friend?”
Had she considered making a fictitious murderous-god-antagonist to vilify instead of the explicitly stated Real One?
Had she or would she run all this by Him?
It is a gut check to have to listen to someone you love get raked through the fire of untrue and scourging misrepresentation.
But this was not Jesus’ first rodeo.
He paid the price for my ransom and hers, and whether she could or would see it, his drowning snd destruction in the abyss of human violence and folly was, is, and will be our only way out of it.
It is “a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God,” not primarily because we are so broken, but because he was-for us, and that should require a response.
My childhood friend has saved me from the deep end so many times. I would be lost without him.
Thank you, Jesus.