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June 2016

Courageous {Christian Movie Review}

He may be thirteen, but I can still wrangle him into the king-size between daddy and me if I offer him a scratch-back.  He’s as much a fidgeter as I am, but I wouldn’t trade those moments for the whole world.  It’s even sweeter if he’s the only one allowed to stay up and snuggle with us, watch a “big kids only” movie, and if we’re super fortunate, have a bit of talk-time, too.  This week, our middle got to stay up without any of the other siblings, and together we watched a movie we’ve seen before, but he wasn’t old enough to watch at first – Courageous, written and produced by the Kendrick Brothers.




Christian DVD’s have provided a great option for family movie nights.  From the time our kids were little and they were watching the “little kid” movies, we’ve sometimes enjoyed the chance to just curl up and zone out… but I’m never one to settle for wasted time – if we are going to watch something, I want it to have redeeming value.  As mainstream media becomes less about quality and worthy content, and more about political statements and moral decay, it’s harder to find material worthy of our time.  Having studied theater in college, it makes me giddy to see the quality of Christian production improving, and the Kendrick brothers have definitely been a marked part of that movement.




Recently, FishFlix sent us the Courageous DVD to review (disclosure: the movie was free to us; we had previously seen it and all opinions are our own).  It wasn’t a new movie, but I’ve realized that often, we don’t need “new;” our kids enjoy returning to movies they’ve enjoyed before.  For me, the journey of five men through the challenges of family life and career hadn’t lost its potency.  I’ll never forget the moment my dad knelt before my sister and myself and asked us to forgive him for his failings and spoke words of life into our daughter-hearts.  He didn’t shy away from his lack, but instead pointed us with hope toward the God and father who will never fail us.  He spoke of his own hope in what God could, and does do in our lives to bring healing and purpose.  As the men in the movie step tentatively and boldly toward a greater calling, they inspire us to do the same, whether we are fathers or mothers, or wherever we are in seasons of life.


At times, the acting is less than amazing or the effects or plot-line falter, but as with each of the Kendrick movies we’ve seen, we found ourselves willingly suspending belief, engaging in the story, and finding encouragement and challenge to step forward, step up, and be courageous ourselves.  And isn’t that what good theater does?  Share your favorite picks for family movie night!


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He’s Not Perfect | Thoughts on a Christian Marriage

In the beginning, I had pretty sure thoughts on what a Christian marriage should look like. He would be strong and kind. Tall and handsome. (That part wasn’t necessary but surely, it’s what God wanted for me.) He would lead me daily in prayer time, and we’d hold hands and sip coffee and study God’s word together.  He would be a youth pastor, most likely, and I’d lead drama and music in our church, and together we’d have lots of babies and raise them to love Jesus.  And all the while, he’d be a man who was “wild at heart,” and pursue me diligently, and romance me regularly.  He’d gently lead me beside the still waters of fairy-tale-love and when needed, be outspoken with me and others about truth and justice.  He’d take care of all my physical needs and make me laugh and melt simultaneously.




The real-life story just didn’t look exactly like the fairy-tale.  His style of “leadership” didn’t match the pictures in my imaginary world.  He sometimes got frustrated with me when I said too much or not enough or his words had been held inside too long and our combined sin had caused rottenness somewhere or other.  He romanced me sometimes, and he made me laugh often, but there were days and months and even years where laughter was scarce and neither of us felt particularly “smitten.”  Babies came and prayer happened and in between the beauty there was messy.  But one thing did happen – he stayed.




It’s interesting how the Artist paints a better work of art than we can imagine.  How the colors he swoops across the canvas of our lives glows with golden light that is more pronounced because of the depth of the shadows.  Twenty-one years in, I’m still learning to wait on my one who is more contemplative.  To be brave and reach out when instead, I want him to first reach in.  Sometimes he does.  But sometimes, he needs me to be the helpmeet I was created to be, and to forget the romantic notions that aren’t really romance, but self-focus, and melt into the real that IS romance.  To stop dreaming of what others tell me love is, and to listen to what my Papa says it is… because He says it in the real moments.  He says it loud and clear by being my true fulfillment when a person isn’t enough.  By bringing me joy through the created, but ultimately BEING my joy in Himself.  And often, he shows me what love is, through the man who has stayed.




Some mornings, we make each other tea.  Others, we roll grudgingly out of bed because one or the other of us stayed up too late. Some days, we flirt and send married-people-messages and kiss in the kitchen.  Others, we forget to have a real conversation and let the moments fly by unheralded.  Sometimes, we look like the perfect Christian couple in the perfect Christian marriage.  Others (well, most), we look like two broken people, in desperate need of ongoing grace, thankful for certain redemption, learning day and year how to love… really love.  Mostly, though, I think we are a reflection of our Papa in one tiny way every moment we choose to stay.


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Are you married?  Contentedly single or longing for more, whatever state you’re in?  How has God used longing, or faithfulness, to teach you more of Himself?



Me Before You (Movie Review)

It begins with tragedy, and weaves its way quickly into a well-written, even more well-acted love story, full of humor and bright hope.  A young man, Will, extremely wealthy and a bit of an adrenaline junkie, suffers a life-altering injury.  But when his family hires Louisa, a quirky young woman to care for him, her optimism and insistent pursuit of genuine connection with him results in laughter and memory-making: dawning joy in the life of one who’s apparently lost hope.  She comes to love him, and self-sacrifice becomes a welcomed part of her every day; she relentlessly works in and with and despite the difficulties caused by Will’s paralysis, finding personal joy in bringing it to him.  In return, the icy wall of isolation around him appears to melt, and he brings her new experiences both intellectual and artistic, enriching her world as well.



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Will, though, we discover, has made an “informed” decision well before Louisa’s life-giving love enters the picture, and although he has “blessed” his family with six months to come to terms with his decision, he plans an assisted suicide.  As the movie takes a hard turn, we discover that in the name of love, his committed caregiver-turned-true-love is being asked to let go of her desires and expectations, accept his decision, and move on.


At the end of the movie, as I could sense the direction it was taking, I felt first a lump in my throat, then a sharp sense of betrayal, and finally, gripping the armrests to keep myself planted in my seat, only for the sake of not embarrassing my fellow movie-goers, I experienced anger and felt nothing less than manipulated.  I had a dawning certainty that this team of artists had created one more production with the message that ultimately, life is meaningless if it does not meet our shallow, short-term or even deep, long-term expectations.  Furthermore, if we lose hope in the midst of that temporary difficulty we have not only the right, but the responsibility, to participate in ending it when we deem it all hopeless.


Admittedly, the movie (and I will assume, the author of the original book), did a fabulous job of creating characters who were likeable and genuine.  The suffering of the paralyzed young male lead is not overplayed, and the sunny optimism of his beautiful caregiver is inspiring.  I found myself with tears streaming as Louisa curled at the foot of Will’s bed, exhausted after a day of watching over a suffering friend, and glad to give of herself.  When the two share a kiss, I held my breath of the beauty of a gentle physical expression of a commitment that has been months, and moments, in the making.


However, the assumption that “true love” means not just accepting, but also aiding another in devaluing his or her own life, assisting in self-inflicted murder, and glibly moving on, is at the least offensive and at its worst, damaging to unsuspecting young audiences to this promoted “romance;” spoiler alert – this is where the movie is headed.


There are three elements I want to address in this story for the sake of discussion.  First, the life of a person who is unable to accomplish all of its former feats is devalued, both by himself and ultimately, by those who claim to love him.  Throughout the movie we see hints at the struggle for physical well-being that is an everyday one for Will and his caregivers.  Everyday tasks are difficult, and adventures outside his home even more so.  (Although, ironically, Will, unlike many who suffer such injuries, has apparent access to any luxury he could ask, making his life aeons easier than some in his situation.)  We know that he suffers a weakened immune system and ongoing pain.  Forget the fact that he is apparently smart and witty, and fully able to immerse himself in relationship.  Life is hard for him, so it’s ultimately worthless.  That’s the message we’re sold.  I bristle at the the thought of such a devaluing of human life.  I think of my friends Mike and Dana, who have a beautiful romance and an influential life, loving deeply through marriage and paralysis, never shying from honesty about the hardships, but always offering hope to others through their commitment to the hard work that is the definition of love.  To say that Mike’s life wasn’t worth living, or their marriage wasn’t worth fighting for, is an ignorant offense.  Powerfully written words from an eleven-year-old professional wheelchair athlete further cement the offensiveness of this assertion.  At the end of her “letter to Hollywood,” Ella Frech says “…while you were thinking that living with a wheelchair would make you want to kill yourselves, I was busy becoming a pro skater, and learning how to do drop ins, wheelies, and ride the rail at the skate park.”


Second, love is equated with sex.  In several places, the characters refer to sex as either a casual encounter to be joked about, or alternatively as an expected and necessary component of a (non-married) romance.  God designed sex to be a powerful expression of love, and it reflects many aspects of His relationship to His people, within the context of marriage between one man and one woman.  But sex is not the end-all, nor the central focus, nor the most important part of marriage.  To assert, as this movie does, that a relationship (potentially) without it is not worth pursuing, is to minimize a thousand other aspects of love that are illustrated in countless minutes, hours, days and years in a marriage built on honor, integrity, hard work and beautiful, powerful life experiences.


Third, and perhaps most ridiculously, self-inflicted (or other-inflicted) death, is painted, literally, in white and light and the rosy glow of a sunset, in a setting of white linens and lovely furnishings, as an evening breeze blows through open windows, and loved ones gaze on.  Regardless of what you may believe about the afterlife (and dear one, let’s talk on this if you’re not sure…), death is not pretty.  It is messy, it is pain-filled, and it is inelegant.  It is so utterly the opposite of this scene, even at its most peaceful, that it is laughable.  If realizing this isn’t enough, watching Louisa later glibly sip her coffee at a Parisian cafe, demurely smiling as she reads how her love’s suicide provided funds for her to adventure and “be free,” as if his money was worth more in his death than their shared joy in life, is the most degrading and frankly, idiotic statement I have seen in a movie.  Forget the fact that Will could have blessed her with adventures untold while living life alongside her.  Forget the fact that his hopelessness probably signals that Will will spend eternity in suffering.  (For if you know Christ, you know that with Him all things are possible, and apart from Him is sure hopelessness and eternal death.  I’m happy to share more on this for those who don’t know…)  In Louisa’s easy acceptance, we somehow are expected to overlook the utter selfishness of his act of desertion in favor of his imagined escape of temporary suffering and hardship, and possibly even swallow this as some misplaced example of heroism.


I found myself fighting every urge in my brain to stand and shout to the dark theatre, “Don’t you see how STUPID this is?  This is NOT LOVE!!!”  Love stays.  Love fights.  Love enters into hardship and walks alongside, it moves past temporary and so-called-satisfaction of flesh, and gives of self.  It says life is worth fighting for, and I will fight for you and with you.  As the lights rose in the room, shaking, I turned to my daughter and she could see the anger in my eyes, the frustration at the lies so beautifully told.  “Fifty bucks says you write a blog post, momma.”  Baby-girl, a late night of deep discussion later, and a morning before you’re awake, you’re on.  It had to be said.


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