....maybe before the domestic abuse and swervy drivy time and the weird fascination with the short feller with the narrow moustache. He's one hell of a director. Tonight at church I watched "The Passion". As a believer, this is a sucker punch to the gut of my soul every single time I see this. Mr. Gibson once said that this film that he slaved over for years was "good for the soul". I'm inclined to agree with Husband of the year 2009. Probably something I shouldn't do too often.
Superheroes are all the rage in the movie theaters. I know I'm there for every stinking one of them. (make mine Marvel!) I want to see Captain America show up, risk it all and save the day for a better tomorrow. Don't you? Bigger than life! We're so compelled to see the True Grit of Rooster Cogburn and and how resolute he is to find the guy that shot Mattie's pa.
Resolute. That word burned into my brain while watching "The Passion". Jesus was the picture of resolute. His heart broke in the garden and on the cross, but He managed to hang in there to finish that awful mission. And He did it for me. And He did it for you. And then He went to prepare a bitching place for us. Love like this never existed before or after this most crucial day in the universe.
Today happens to be when we celebrate Palm Sunday, and it's the first time I really started to understand the gravity of what it means. It's the arrival of Jesus to YOUR little town!
Welcome Him! Shout Hosanna in the streets!
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