Or “What I thought about tonight on the way home from my cousin’s birthday party.”
1. Friday night Karl and I watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Actually, we started watching it Thursday night and had to pause it about halfway because Mr. Sandman paid us an unexpected visit. I’m not sure if we were really that sleepy or if the story was so boring it couldn’t keep us interested. I shouldn’t speak for Karl. I think he rather enjoyed the movie.
I turned to him after about 45 minutes and said, “Are you as bored as I am?”
To which he replied, “It’s just getting started.” Just getting started? Most movies are halfway over after 45 minutes.
I was so happy to see that baby “Benjamin Button” close his eyes and “die” Saturday night that I jumped out of my chair and said, “It’s only 10:30! My night isn’t totally wasted.”
Oh, I kid. I did like some things. The most interesting parts to me were watching an elder Benjamin act childish and the childhood Benjamin progress through stages of dementia, and the women who cared for him during those times. “Queenie” is the most interesting character of all, but, as with the rest of the characters, she isn’t well-developed. The script has its moments, though I do not think the makers of this movie made the most out of their aging-backwards theme. It could have been so much more if they had tried to do less.
Feel free to disagree with me, but I think “The CC of BB” (with the exception of the whole aging backwards theme and the ending) is simply a very poor copycat version of Forrest Gump. Think about it. You know I’m right.
2. I didn’t share the gospel with anyone this week. I live in a bubble that I desperately need to pop. I go to the grocery store and to church. I know it’s just for a season, but I really ought to make more of an effort to get out more. Then again, there are plenty of people at the store and at church who don’t know Jesus.
3. Today was Sermon on the Mount Saturday. Have you heard of it? I hadn’t either until last week. Go out to a public place and read Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount, Matthew 5, 6, and 7. Just stand there and read it out loud. On the campus of UA there is a spot designated for free speech. Anyone can take his soapbox and start talking without fear of arrest. Our friend Mark was planning to do it today, but the rain was just too much. And no one was out. He’s going to try again soon. Stand up and read? Sounds easy, doesn’t it? I wonder if I could do that.
4. I really don’t know why women desire the role of pastor. Not counting the influence one holds over a group of people, there is nothing about that position that is appealing.
I think teaching a Sunday school class yields all the responsibilities of pastoring: a small flock to look after for a period of time, outreach and in-reach, studying, teaching, making visits, a small amount of counseling, sending postcards and letters. Minus the drama and meetings! It’s perfect!
What if Sunday school teachers weren’t called Sunday school teachers? What if we called them pastors? As in, “I pastor the kindergartners and first graders at my church.” Or, “I’m the pastor of 7th grade girls.” After all, pastoring is what a lot of Sunday school teachers do. That is, if they’re worth their salt.
Maybe more men would step up to teach Sunday school if we called them pastors. That would be a good thing.
Maybe fewer people would volunteer because “pastor” implies a certain amount of education is needed. And then teachers would have a more serious attitude about opening God’s word in front of children and they would over-prepare. And then people raised in church would have a better grasp of what the Bible actually teaches. That would be a good thing.
It’s a serious question; I’m not being sarcastic. Why do you think women desire to be pastors? I agree that many women are gifted communicators and teachers, but why do they want the role of pastor? Is it a power thing? Do they just want someone to listen to what they have to say? Do you think it’s part of the curse to desire those positions of authority, to not be ruled? Do you think they really want to preach?
5. I think if a woman really wants to preach the gospel, then she ought to take a podium and start preaching at her nearest free speech mound or corner. Maybe she could just read her favorite passage of scripture. That’s something I could support. As far as I know, there isn’t a biblical word against that.