Chapter, Verse, And The Beatles

It's been a hard days night and lately I've felt like there are eight days a week, so I went ahead and put our asses on a budget.  Friday, Grover rented 4 movies (not typical, but it's the first week-end in about a year we've had nothing to do/plan/attend/work at/or travel to) and not his usual 2. So he had spent his entertainment quota. 

I, on the other hand, decided to spend my $15. allotment at the local theatre (somewhat typical, because what is the point of going to the movies with someone? I like to go by myself, slink down into a seat and lose myself in the S.T.O.R.Y.) Let it be.

I fell in love. 

From the first scene of Jude sitting on a lonely beach near Liverpool signing to the camera, to crazy-ass psychedelic scenes that had to be there--it WAS the 60's, after all, I fell in love.

And I kept falling. 

I fell in love with the characters, the musical arrangements, the colors, the story, the camera angles, the innuendos. 

There were blatant innuendos. One being the characters' names; Jude, Lucy, Prudence. 

There were subtle innuendos, as well. The dock foreman that delivers Jude his last paycheck before he heads across the pond, bemoans the fact he may still be in this god-awful place when he's 64. 

Lucy and Jude argue that he should protest, get involved, and join her cause.

"What's wrong with you?" she screams at his indifference. "Why can't you fight for a cause?" His answer made me cry. 

"I don't have one, and that's the problem." 

I don't want to give away too much  but I politicized and spiritualized the whole movie.

For the next year or so, we'll hear  hellfire and brimstone from the D's about how bad the R's have screwed up our country.  Unless one of the candidates finds the mother ship, I might vote in alphabetical order (not sure if I'll use first or last names). How much debating, protesting, ranting and telling us we got it so wrong will it take to win the vote?

  

Christians can rant with the best of politicians.   They want to preach, judge, and save the sinner. That's not how I roll. I AM the sinner and the only thing that will reach me and the world is  love.  If you don't want to show it through love, don't talk to me. You can carry signs, paint your afro, hold up placards, in the stadium or on your blog, and point your finger until you are blue or red in the face. 

But if you don't have love you are just a loud annoyance. 1 Corinthians 13:1  

On the other hand, love is a verb. So don't fricken always talk about it and never do anything. Take care of the widows,  orphans, and those less fortunate. St James 1:27  

Love your neighbor, Democrats, Emerging Church Members, AND homosexuals, as yourself. Romans 13:9 

Don't think more highly of yourself than others. Philippians 2:3,4 

Quit judging, lest you be judged. Luke 6:37 

And start spreadin' the good news, not your latest stance.  

I'm not sure if I would have been a good hippie or not.  Today, you'll find me siting on the fence if certain arguments arise.  The only thing I would ever paint on a placard is "I don't have religion, I have a relationship."  A love relationship.Luke 10:27 

Love is all you need. 

There is no dress rehearsal, people.  Come together, right now. If we get it wrong, there will come a day. 

Every knee shall bow. Romans 14:11

 

This is my post and my life, as it was then and now, across the universe.