Life and Death and Apollo 13

I'm really becoming a fan of finding places in our culture where human life is valuable.

I'm a little behind on things, but I only saw Apollo 13 for the first time a few weeks ago. Anyways, it was great, and one thing in particular really struck me. When it looked as if Apollo 13 wouldn't be able to land back on earth, the entire world was captivated by the story. People put their normal lives on hold, gathered around their televisions, and prayed for these lives that hung in the balance. For three lives. Yet how often do we not care about far more than three lives that are hanging in the balance? While it's discouraging sometimes when people don't care about stopping the thousands of deaths each day from abortion, it's refreshing to see the world care about the lives of these three men.

Life and Death and...the AVENGERS!!

I'm not usually one for action movies. While they can be fun, completely lacking a plot is one of the most annoying things a movie can do. Even if there is a plot, not having good characters or character development or anything at all realistic is really annoying. Well, I don't know if the Avengers somehow managed all of that perfectly or if I was just in a super good movie-watching mood when I watched it, but I loved it.

Maybe I just liked all different superheroes with all different back stories, habits, styles, and struggles all trying to put aside their differences and work together. Iron Man's arrogance, the Hulk's anger issues, Captain America feeling outdated, Thor being a mythical god...ect, it made for an interesting plot.

Or maybe I just like the idea of superheroes.

Or maybe I realized just how much superhero movies appeal to the part of us that wants the good guys to win, that wants evil to lose, that wants human life to be spared.

I'm beginning to realize the parts of our culture that does value life. The Avengers have to work together in order to protect millions of people from dying at the hands of evil. Near the end of the movie, New York City is under a huge attack and many authorities wanted to drop a nuclear bomb on the city in order to keep the attack from spreading. The Avengers want to spare as much human life as they can, so they have to find a way to save the world as well as the city.

I like superhero movies, cause with each daring and incredibly act they are protecting the lives of the human beings. Too many action movies show thousands of people dying during a really cool shot of a building blowing up. Superheroes value and protect human life.

Life and Death and Parks and Rec

Last week's episode of the best TV show ever, Parks and Recreation, brought up some interesting questions. When City Counsel candidate Leslie Knope accidentally insulted a man in a speech, only to find he had just died, people were horrified. What she said would have been fine if he had been living, but because he had recently passed away it was unacceptable. Now me, being the Parks and Rec fan and nerd that I am, couldn't help but ask questions.

What is it about death that makes us respect those who have passed?

We go to funerals of people we barely knew or aren't even fond of. Why is that? Why is insulting a deceased person extra offensive, even if it's the truth? Why do we honor the dead, even those whose life we never honored?

I think this has to do with our understanding and value of life. Which leads to more questions.

How much do you value life? If you had to put a price on it, what would it be? To what extent would you go to save the life of someone you love, somebody you know, or a stranger? Saving a life could mean jumping in a frozen lake to save a drowning person, pushing someone out of the path of an oncoming car, stepping in when a person is being mugged, preventing suicide, performing life saving surgery, being at the right place at the right time to call 911, or sending money to developing countries to provide food, water, and medicine to the poor. Whatever it may be, is it worth you sacrificing your time, energy, and resources for?

We all value life to some extent. It's not entirely about courage, bravery, or sacrificing. While that's definitely part of it, I think it's mostly about our value of life. Do we ever not value life enough? That's an extremely dangerous mistake to make, but I do it all the time. Where do we need to value life more? Whose life am I not valuing?

(Also, congratulations to Leslie for winning the campaign.) 

"You have no idea how much it hurts!"

This was originally posted in July of 2011 using tumblr. 

“I’m so sick of you people!” a woman screamed as she attacked a man and a woman praying outside of an abortion clinic in New Mexico a few days ago. Before stabbing them with her keys, she mentioned that she had an abortion. The woman being attacked said to her, “You are full of guilt!” to which the angry woman replied, “Yes, I am. You have no idea how much it hurts!” (Videohere). 

Yet another reminder of how painful this issue is for everyone. A woman who had an abortion was filled with guilt to the point of physically assaulting two people who were peacefully praying outside a clinic. There’s no denying that abortion is more than a simple procedure; it commonly causes years of pain for the her and people around her. Many fall into a deep depression, alcohol, drugs, unhealthy relationships, even to the point of suicide. 

Pray for this woman and other post-abortive men and women. 

I’ve been reading Won By Love by Norma McCorvey these past few days, and I’m stunned at God’s incredible healing for even the most broken people. This battle seems impossible, but Christ has already won. 

Ladies and Gentlemen

This was originally posted in July of 2011 using tumblr. 

I have a thought. I’ve been reading through the book of Mark, and I noticed the way Jesus talks to women. He always speaks tenderly and respectfully, treats them like ladies, and makes them feel beautiful. Even when talking to the sinners and prostitutes, He treated them with value in a way that no one else ever had. He knows all the terrible things they did, yet He casts no judgement. I can’t imagine being around Jesus and not feeling like a beautiful lady who is worth more than the world to Him. How incredible is that? Not only is it true, but I can have that mindset now. I am a child of God, a beautiful woman He created and loves. And ladies, so are you!

Secondly, it made me wonder about the way men treat women and women treat men. Is there a way for men to treat women that makes them feel like beautiful ladies? Is there a way women can treat men to make them feel like strong men? We live in such a confused world where some women want to be treated like men, some men try to be women, and people are so confused about what being a man or a woman means. Can how Christians treat and talk to each other change that? Jesus treated men and women so differently, but in a completely appropriate, encouraging, and God-glorifying way. How can we do the same to each other? 

Reply to this, message me, or email me with comments. I’d love to hear what you have to say. 

The Morning

This was originally posted in June of 2011 using tumblr. 

The world:

“The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit.” (Bright Eyes) 

God:

“Weeping may spend the night, but there is joy in the morning.” (Psalm 30:5)

I’m holding on till morning

Wow, You're So Judgemental

This was originally posted in May, 2011 on tumblr

Today I had a funny realization. Well, I hope you find it funny, because to me it’s just shameful and embarrassing and a terrible reminder of my humanity. I was reading 1 Peter 2 (one of the most convicting chapters ever) and with each verse I felt like I was being pummeled with more conviction-stones. Verses 11-17 were hard for me to read, especially 17. “Honor everyone. Love the brotherhood. Fear God. Honor the emperor.” Short, sweet, to the point. And horrible. My thought process went something like this: I know some people who aren’t doing this. They are constantly judging and questioning authority. They act like they know everything about this situation, but I heard something else from so-and-so, so they must be wrong. How can they be so judgmental? 

Then came that terrible moment when I actually thought about what I was saying, put myself in the verse instead of everyone else but me, and realized how stupid I am. God likes to do this to me a lot, and I’m still not sure how much I appreciate it. (I’m definitely exaggerating here. Conviction is good, realizing my sin is good, I just hate the sting at first. For some reason believing you’re perfect is easier than working to get rid of sin in your life. Huh.) I was sitting there, Bible open, praying to God, telling Him all about how He needs to go convict this person of their ridiculous sins of ignorance, arrogance, and judgmentalness. I was being judgmental about someone else being judgmental about something that I obviously know nothing about. 

Ouch. 

A teacher at school recently talked about how easy it is for us to compartmentalize our minds. We know about all these sins, wrong ideas, false beliefs, then we place them in boxes in our minds and label them “BAD.” Then, when we meet people who subscribe to these false ideas and beliefs, we put them in those boxes. We lose discernment and begin judging. The person who God loves doesn’t matter any more, because we’re right and they’re wrong. And well, apparently I do this too.

I hope you enjoyed this. I didn’t. 

:)