I know I posted the GMA trailer yesterday, but this is the official trailer on YouTube (which was under embargo until today).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Hsl5UG9O_c&feature=youtu.be

Are you going to see Son of God? How did you feel about the Bible miniseries?

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The trailer for the upcoming Son of God movie from Mark Burnett and Roma Downey premiered today on Good Morning America. The following is a link to that exclusive trailer:

http://gma.yahoo.com/video/exclusive-first-look-son-god-114908407.html?format=embed&player_autoplay=false

Are you planning on seeing Son of God when it premieres in February?

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Because this is the Monday of the week of the American Thanksgiving holiday, I would like to share something I’m very thankful for. Apart from the gift of salvation found in Jesus Christ, having a loving, drop-dead gorgeous wife, two wonderful kids, a great job, a nice house, etc., one of the things I’m most thankful for is that I’m a reader. Stephen King has said that books are a special kind of portable magic.

This is true.

For by them, I have lived a thousand lifetimes, visited strange and wonderful places, met people whom I may never have otherwise encountered. And all by the cracking the covers of a book. I’ve been Middle Earth, Narnia, Perelandra, Christmasland, etc. I’ve visited the darkest corners of Africa, been beneath the catacombs of Europe, seen the splendor of a thousand sunrises…

I’ve been with Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect when the Vogons destroyed the Earth to make way for an interstellar bypass. I was there when the Earth was newly remade.

As I said, I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes. And all without every leaving the confines of my own skin. There are unaccountable wonders, thrills, chills, splendors to be encountered between the pages of a book (or in your favorite e-reader).

Why not pick one up today, and see where it takes you?

You’ll be glad you did.

What’s your favorite book?

I believe in you–have faith you will succeed, will carry through. I believe God can, will, and does bless you.

But I have trouble believing for me.

I have trouble believing in me. I know you can do it; I just don’t know that I can. If you have a need, I can pray prayers that will bring the glory down. But for myself? For me, my faith is a frail thing. It’s small–smaller than a grain of mustard seed.

I don’t know how to pray for myself anyhow, relying upon recorded prayers. Trusting that God will hear my tongue-tied heart. I don’t know what to ask for.

Oh, I believe you’re worthy, my friend.

But maybe I know my own dark heart too well to even dare to dream that God will bless me? I’m not worthy…

Lord, I believe; help Thou my unbelief.

Give me the faith to believe for me.

Have you ever been there, friend?

It’s Not Just Divorce

randomlychad  —  November 19, 2013 — 1 Comment

It’s Not Just Divorce

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Joe Sewell

Folks, I have the great privilege of hosting Joe Sewell today. In his own words, Joe: is a 51-year-old software geek living in West Melbourne, FL, after he and his parents bailed on the Eastern Shore of Maryland when he was 18. His lovely wife, Joy, has put up with him on more than major holidays for 20 years so far. Joe writes about Biblical stuff on his blog, Consider This, whenever he gets something to write on. Joe also participated in NaNoWriMo in 2010 and produced a weird self-published book, The Quantum Suicide of Schrödinger’s Cat, available on Amazon and CreateSpace. Joe also contributed a piece for Anne Jackson’s Permission To Speak Freely and for the Not Alone! anthology. He claims to have some other book ideas locked in his head, but cannot seem to find the key at the moment. Joe is scared of kids, but can handle his 5.3-pound Rat-Cha, Cocoa. Joe first guest posted here last year with Choosing to Forgive My Pop. You can follow Joe on Twitter @joe_sewell

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I am constantly amazed by the similarities Chad and I have. I almost wonder if we were twins separated from birth. I wouldn’t wish that on Chad, though.

Recently he talked about his parents’ divorce, and it spurred me to think again about my own story.

The executive summary is this: it’s not just divorce that can affect your child for life.

My mother left my father after 25 years of marriage. I was 24 at that time, but still living at home for no reason other than convenience. No, I wasn’t the geeky kid living in the parents’ basement, mainly because Florida homes cannot have basements (the water table’s too high).

Here’s the main point, though: I saw the divorce coming since I was 8! That makes 16 years of emotional torment as I watched my mother take … well, I wasn’t privy to exactly what she was taking at the time.

The first issue was that there was a 25-year age difference between the two of them. The generation gap was in effect even in the small town in which we lived, in an environment that was rural enough to be “inbred” in terms of emotional maturity. People did what they did because they were “supposed to.” No other reason was ever offered, so there was no point to discuss.

Pop, as I mentioned in my guest post relating to finally being able to forgive him, was stubbornly old-fashioned. Men had their place, and women had theirs. Don’t bother talking to him about it, because that was the way things were “supposed to be.” I saw no affection between them since I was probably 5 or 6, maybe 7. By the time I was 8, I got all the under-the-breath complaints Mom had against Pop. She didn’t dare talk to him about it, she says. It wouldn’t matter much anyhow, because in his eyes he was the only one who could be correct in such a discussion.

Much of my hatred for him grew during those years. Much of the emotional stress I still deal with started then. My desire to escape the torment by pulling the trigger of a probably-loaded gun came when I was 10.

They weren’t divorced, but the torture was still real for me.

The event that pushed [sic] her over the edge was the day when she told Pop that the door knob wasn’t working properly. He tried his best to fix it. She tried it again and said it still wasn’t right. He pushed her aside, into a wall. I didn’t know about that event until a few months ago, even though it happened in 1986. I did know then, though, that she “coincidentally” got a good promotion with the hardware company she worked for, but in a city that was roughly 80 miles away.

Pop knew what he had done, but was in deep denial. He kept saying it was the “change of life” that caused her to do this. The very few times she showed up back near home (also near where her own father, the only grandfather I knew, lived at the time) Pop would be in tears. He was a “man.” He wasn’t “supposed to” cry. He did.

So what did that do to me? I have been married almost 20 years now. Since I didn’t know until recently what pushed Mom over the edge, I have lived with the fear of pushing my own wife, Joy, too far without warning, with me being too stupid to know until it was too late. I have lived with the dread of having children and passing the damage on to them. That even led to a serious crisis of faith that God is still healing.

Divorce is necessary sometimes. Even Jesus allowed it under certain conditions. In our society today, though, with a lack of caring about marriage, divorce is all over the place. The only reason the numbers are so low, I suspect, is because more and more couples are living together as if they were married, but they haven’t bothered to make the real commitment that must be the foundation of every marriage. If Chad and I were so damaged by our parents’ divorces, what’s going on with today’s younger generation? For that matter, we have a generation of baby-producing semi-adults already afflicted in ways Chad and I probably cannot even imagine.

There is still hope. The damage may be done, but Christ still will clean us up, still heal us. That healing and cleaning may not be complete this side of Heaven, but His commitment to us is far more trustworthy than that of any married couple. Check out Romans 8 for a start.

We’re damaged property. Welcome to Earth.