“If you read history you will find that the Christians who did the most for the present world were precisely those who thought the most of the next. It is since Christians have largely ceased to think of the other world that they have become so ineffective in this.'” – C.S. Lewis
Meet Steve. Steve is just a regular guy with one distinct quirk: he loves Beatles records. Not just their music, but their records. You know, those old vinyl things, from back when music used to spin instead of stream. Steve just can’t get enough of the Fab Four, and the record player in his wall-papered living room is cranking out the British Invasion pretty much non-stop.
He’s been collected Beatles vinyl since he was a kid, and by the time he was 24 he owned every album and single they’d ever released: from “Love Me Do” to Let It Be. But he didn’t stop once he’d finished his collection. No, once he had all that vinyl, he started looking for better and better copies – albums still wrapped in plastic, no folded corners, no scratches on the records. Steve would spend hours on the weekend coming through thrift stores and yard sales, just trying to find that slightly nicer copy of Magical Mystery Tour or Revolver.
“Things which matter most must never be at the mercy of things which matter least.” – J.V.W. Goethe
Some stillness is in order. And not just a moment of it, either.
This week has been noisy. I don’t mean it’s been loud, per se, but it hasn’t exactly been quiet either. A distinct lack of stillness would be the best description, I suppose. Chaos is inevitable, and it has a tendency to bleed over the lines of “real life” and into the mind. Or perhaps it bleeds in the other direction, our own internal chaos performing the Tasmanian Devil routine on everything that’s right in front of us.
“…the gravest question before the Church is always God Himself, and the most portentous fact about any man is not what he at a given time may say or do, but what he in his deep heart conceives God to be like.” – A.W. Tozer
In case you missed it, today is Valentine’s Eve.
In this highly scientific study done by Ranker.com, Valentine’s Day was ranked as the #3 Most Hated Holiday – just barely beat out for the #2 spot by Columbus Day, and totally squashed by Black Friday at #1. Since V-Day is such a highly detested holiday for some folks, I’ll heartily refrain from romanticizing it.
Instead, let’s talk about something totally different. Let’s talk about love.
That’s right. Luuuuvvvv.
“But what every man has not a right to do, is to make others believe that faith is something lowly, or that it is an easy thing, whereas it is the greatest and the hardest.” – Soren Kierkegaard, “Fear and Trembling”
I know what you’re thinking.
“Jack Nicholson wasn’t in Pet Sematary, he was in that other Stephen King movie…the one where he played the guy that goes psycho in the empty resort hotel and tries to kill his wife and kid…and that picture of Nicholson is from neither of those movies!”
Okay, cinemaster, good job. Here’s your 10 points, give yourself a hand. Now that we’ve got our films straight, we’ll come back to Jack in a minute. Let’s get down to business. Read More