Wanting to Be Worthy of the Pin

I’m mad.

Well, okay, let’s dial it back to “pretty frustrated.”

You can’t believe everything you read.  Y’all know that, right?

We took the crew to see the movie “Tomorrowland.”  After all of the hype in the previews (both at the last movie we saw and on television), the littles really wanted to see it.  I breathed a sigh of relief that it was rated PG, and so we made plans to go.  Oh, and also #GeorgeClooney.

I wasn’t sure what to expect.  I worried that the intensity of it might prove to be too much for our Princess, who can be tender-hearted and sensitive at times, but then she’s handled the third Harry Potter movie okay and insists she can handle the others (not ready to test that though) since she’s read all of the books.

We sat in our seats and began the two hour and ten minute journey.

Amazing.

I was never bored.

The littles were never up, asking me when it would be over or insisting that they had to go to the bathroom now.

Was it intense?  YES.  Be forewarned if you have little ones there are some interesting and–okay–gory executions of robots.  Disney was sure to remind you they were robots because of the mechanical things that happened after they were attacked.  I was a little worried that someone might have nightmares last night, but no worries, no problems.

(Whether or not I should be worried about my children accepting violence against a human looking robot is something I’ll worry about another time.)

The thing about this movie is it was about HOPE.

HOPE and what that can do in our world.  For the good.

The state of the world in the movie was definitely not good, much as we can say about certain situations in our world today.  And yet, there was one who dared to ask, “Well okay, that’s what it is; now, can we fix it?”

Wow.

Later in the movie there was some statement pointing out that it is one thing to recognize the world’s condition, but it takes it to a whole different level to commit to changing it.

In other words, we need to start using our heads for more than just shaking when we see things happening that are wrong.

Not easy stuff in this one, y’all.

But so good and so important.

And then there was this–**spoiler alert**  (Seriously, if you don’t want to know, just stop and I’ll see you tomorrow.)

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One of the characters in the movie was a recruiter.  Whom was she asked to recruit?  And how?

Dreamers.  The ones who had hope.

She placed a special pin for the person to find and it gave them the vision of what could be.

It was a few hours later as I sat reviewing the movie in my mind (and my heart) that I realized how far away from that I have become.  I want to be that person–one worthy of recruiting–a dreamer.  I want to feel hope bursting in my chest.  For good.  For our people.  For our world.

I want to be worthy of receiving that pin.

I loved the movie.  The reviewers who were less than complimentary–who knows what they were thinking or wanting the movie to be.  I went in with no expectations, and I walked out with hope.

Not too shabby for the price of one movie ticket.

Not too shabby at all.

I grew up watching Jodie Foster in Disney movies like “Candleshoe” and watching “That Darn Cat” and the “Witch Mountain” movies.  This movie reminded me of the ones I loved growing up.  I loved “Tomorrowland” so much that I might have to find my way back to the theater just to watch it again and see what I missed the first time.  I’m not sure I can wait for the DVD to come out to watch it again.  It was just that good.

Wishing you all a day filled with dreams big and small and with the flutter of hope carrying you all day long.

Love to all.

the secret of magic

the secret of magic
does not belong to the one performing
instead it is in the eye of the one who is watching
and in her heart
for if she will not believe
she will not see all there is to behold

but if she has even the tiniest bit of hope
of faith
if she can believe even just a little bit

wonderful and amazing things
will happen
right before her very eyes

 

 

 

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The Journey Home

It’s funny what folks call home, isn’t it?  I live here at “Buckingham Bottom” as Daddy named it, but I will always call Blackberry Flats home.  Our Princess considers Japan home when she talks about it sometimes because she was born there.  Just as my sweet little neighbor friend is happy in his new place in another state–“This is my home.  I was born here.”  Mac, my friend who is once again on the streets, calls the city of Macon in general his home.  He is at home by the river, on the streets, sitting by the convenience store.  Many of our friends without a roof over their heads call Daybreak home.

Home.

Some folks are still searching.  Some feel lost and alone sitting where they have always been, surrounded by people they know.

Tonight I share with you this quote from the book “Find Your Way Home: Words from the Street, Wisdom from the Heart” by the Women of Magdalene and Becca Stevens.  It touched all of us on Tuesday during our Sister Circle.  Each of us from different walks of life, along different paths on our journey–it spoke to each one of us.  And I hope it will speak to your heart as well.

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Tonight I ask God to sit with those who feel lost and don’t know how to begin the journey back home.  And with those who don’t even know what home looks like.  Also with those who are on the journey home through this cool, dark night.  And those who have no one else to tell them they love them or that they are enough or that they will be right there until everything is okay.  Home.

Each time Mac calls, albeit sporadically, before he gets off the phone he says, “If no one else has told you they love you today, well, Mac Carlton loves you.”

I know it’s silly, but that makes me smile and warms my heart.  He can worry me and even frustrate me, but hearing I am loved and knowing I am–that helps me feel a little less lost in the moments when everything going on gets overwhelming and hard.

May we seek to be the instruments of peace and encouragement and compassion, the compasses for those who are lost–so they can believe the trip home is possible and find their way home to love and acceptance and warmth.  Wherever that may be.

Amen.