For Valentine's day my honey bought me tulips and made dinner reservations. We went to a red and white checkered tablecloth kinda restaurant and had a very sweet meal with dessert. Then we went to a movie and it all went downhill from there. Let me preface by saying that we love movies. LOVE them!! It's our favorite thing to do as a family. Our favorite date night. It's fun to walk in and let the buttered popcorn smell overtake you:) There's something exciting about the dark ambiance of a show. We love being entertained. But lately the movies we've seen have been WAYYYY off mark. It now requires a full on research project before you can go see a film anymore. We've been disappointed on more than one occasion and it usually starts before the blasted movie even begins. This last one we saw had countless horror film previews that bombarded us with images and sounds that no amount of eye closing and ear plugging could eliminate. Regardless of whether you like scary movies or not, those kind of trailers feel like an assault.
Last weekend we went to see The Kingsmen. It was an action film. We like those. But we should have researched it. Like we really should have researched it. There is 10-15 minute scene where a spy gets a signal from his cell phone, from a bad guy, and grotesquely murders everyone in a church. I don't have a clue how many people died in that movie, but they made it kind of funny...and that's what was most disturbing. I actually heard some people laughing. We finally walked out. I'm ashamed we stayed as long as we did.
Then in the bathroom all I could hear was countless women full of excited chatter over the Fifty Shades of Grey movie. Don't even get me started on how messed up that is. SERIOUSLY what is wrong with everyone. When is it okay to hurt the ones you "love"? Since when is sexual perversion something to be applauded? What kind of messed up confusing world are we exposing our young people to? Is this what our future generations are going to consider normal and healthy? And regardless of whether you go to the film or not the commercials have to be explained. It's not something I like to have to spell out to my 11 year old. I could go on...but I won't.
Years ago I heard a story from Joyce Meyer. She was explaining a life lesson to her kids, she said what if I made you the richest, most moist brownie ever. It was absolute perfection. So good you could smell it across the room! Would you eat it? Now what if I put in the teeniest amount of dog poop? Not much, just a teeny bit. Would you still try it knowing the brownie had dog poop in it? Well of course not!! I've never forgotten that illustration. I filter out a lot of crap from the world, but I've let some dog poop creep in. I need to listen to that still small voice...that ick in my stomach when I know something is sinful and wrong and turn from it. Even if it is just a song, a movie, a magazine article etc... We are called to be different. To be set apart. I'm making a decision to put down that tempting corrupt brownie. A little is still too much...
Be a blessing.
