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lsdiamondSo after a morning of not a lot going on, we went over to Nancy & Jim's house. We got me fitted for the practice clothes, which took several tries. Geesh, my hips are way bigger than I thought they were. Granted, we're trying everything on over clothes, but still...
I've returned to drinking solely water again and am hoping that most of this is just me retaining water. :P A week should prove it one way or another. If not, I'm going to have to reexamine everything in which I partake and see what could be causing this. I know peanuts do it; am guessing there's something else with sodium that's bugging my body. Bacon, maybe. It's good, but I may need to cut back, although I don't think I've been overindulging. :P
But anyway... We didn't do much; just sat around and chatted with Scooter inbetween him cutting out leather for his moccassins, and Nancy measuring me, pinning me, etc. They are or were pretty big fans of Stargate SG-1. ^_^ We all told stories about people driving off from gas pumps, either taking part of the pump with them, or running off without paying. Those were an amusing several minutes.
Jim was watching a film called Do Not Disturb. It wasn't as bad as 'Wacked', but it was pretty not good. Cheese! Steel came on after that, but by then, the three of us has decided to go to Sherman for Chinese and The Passion, so we got ready and left around 5:00 so we could stop by the house and feed the mutt. She really likes Scooter, and wanted to play. He seemed to like her, too.
The drive was pleasant; there's a nicer route down 377 to 82, and it only goes through one town, rather than having to stop in Kingston, Mead, Durant, etc., etc. Pity we never knew about it until now. That was probably our last trip to Sherman.
We talked at large about the MedFaire next weekend. It's going to be fabulous. We're going to meet at Denny's in Ardmore around 6:00, and have breakfast, then follow him up to Norman in time for things to get started around 10:00. After that, we're going to see Hellboy, about which we're all very excited.
Got to Sherman around 6:00 and had a lovely dinner at China Star. We just talked about random stuff, mostly. It turns out that the infamous Wild Child (a gunsmithing student of four years prior) is very likely the brother of one of Scooter's friends, and was quite as infamous in the dorms as in the class. +Kyle got to tell the 50 calibre hammer-gun story... S is pretty sure it's the same guy - he said it sounds like something he would do. LOL!
After dinner, we still had the option of killing 40 minutes, so we bummed around the mall a bit. I am now officially a fag hag, as the two of them started doing this gay thing back and forth. *shudder* It wouldn't be so bad if they weren't so good at it. Neither one had heard this term before, so that was pretty funny.
We looked at some good games at FX, but didn't have time for much else. One RPG I am reallllly interested in trying is Shadow Hearts. There were a bunch of others we oohed and aahed over, but I can't remember them, and of course didn't bring anything to write down titles. :P
Excellent previews, including Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. That one looks AWESOME. Dad is so going to love it. Would have liked to see the trailers for Troy and Van Helsing again, but we got Spiderman 2 and a couple others we've already seen. Azkaban is slated to come out in June, so I'm really surprised there wasn't anything about that yet.
So... The Passion...
At the start of the movie, I was thinking that it really wasn't too bad. There was obvious deep spiritual and emotional pain in the garden of Gethsemane. Normally for me, this is the kind of thing that really hurts to experience; when it's a loved one, especially. I wasn't really unmoved by it, but it didn't affect me as deeply as expected.
But when it got to the beating...the striping...the flailing...seeing and hearing chunks of flesh being torn from a body that did not resist, though He could have called on a host of angels to do so... That broke me. I am responsible for those wounds. All mankind is, of course, but to feel as though one is there...seeing someone else lay down their life to save yours? That's very hard to watch, especially knowing that I don't deserve that, and could never do anything to deserve that. This act of utter selflessness...the purest love possible... How can I express the feelings inside? There are no words. I am at once shamed and grateful.
Eventually, the violence was almost numbing. There was just so much...my brain basically shut off for awhile to deal with it. I found myself thankful for the cutscenes that gave reprieve from the graphic torture portrayed.
The flogging was actually harder to watch than the crucifixion itself, but that, too, was intense. I couldn't help but think about the "how they did that part" aspect, but the visuals were unavoidable. There was so much blood...of course there was...
Close to the end, when Mary is holding Christ after they've taken Him down from the cross...she stares into the camera. Her eyes say, "This is your doing. This is my doing. The Jews...the Romans...people long dead, and people not even yet born... This is the doing of all people, from all time. No one person is to blame; we share in this guilt. Now what are you going to do about it?"
Besides my own shortcomings, I find myself thinking of all my friends...the people I hold so dear...the people I love... Would I lay down my life for them if I knew it would save them? Without question. But do I love them enough to tell them things they may not want to hear? Can I remember that THIS...this forgiveness...is what it's all about? That they can be saved, and that the price HAS been paid?
The ride back from Sherman was pretty quiet. Scooter said that, while he doesn't claim to be a Christian, he was definitely moved by it, and that anyone who wasn't must be heartless. Now, he and I have talked much about beliefs, and I completely understand where he's coming from. He doesn't want to be a hypocrite, so he doesn't claim Christianity. He clarified tonight by saying that he doesn't want to 'insult the religion'. Interesting way to put it.
He is (I believe) under the all-too-common misconception that one must *be* perfect before one can call oneself a Christian. +Kyle and I made some notes about this, but we didn't press the issue too much.
My prayer is that I can show him in some way that we're not required to be perfect right away...that it's a process...that forgiveness is there for a reason...and that it's something he could strive for, if he truly believes as he says he does. I can only pray for strength and for the words to say to show him.
To be honest, I was mildly appalled at +Kyle's apparant indifference to the film. He's not nearly the emotional person that either I or our host are, but I'd have expected *some* kind of reaction out of him. Is he thus heartless?
I've returned to drinking solely water again and am hoping that most of this is just me retaining water. :P A week should prove it one way or another. If not, I'm going to have to reexamine everything in which I partake and see what could be causing this. I know peanuts do it; am guessing there's something else with sodium that's bugging my body. Bacon, maybe. It's good, but I may need to cut back, although I don't think I've been overindulging. :P
But anyway... We didn't do much; just sat around and chatted with Scooter inbetween him cutting out leather for his moccassins, and Nancy measuring me, pinning me, etc. They are or were pretty big fans of Stargate SG-1. ^_^ We all told stories about people driving off from gas pumps, either taking part of the pump with them, or running off without paying. Those were an amusing several minutes.
Jim was watching a film called Do Not Disturb. It wasn't as bad as 'Wacked', but it was pretty not good. Cheese! Steel came on after that, but by then, the three of us has decided to go to Sherman for Chinese and The Passion, so we got ready and left around 5:00 so we could stop by the house and feed the mutt. She really likes Scooter, and wanted to play. He seemed to like her, too.
The drive was pleasant; there's a nicer route down 377 to 82, and it only goes through one town, rather than having to stop in Kingston, Mead, Durant, etc., etc. Pity we never knew about it until now. That was probably our last trip to Sherman.
We talked at large about the MedFaire next weekend. It's going to be fabulous. We're going to meet at Denny's in Ardmore around 6:00, and have breakfast, then follow him up to Norman in time for things to get started around 10:00. After that, we're going to see Hellboy, about which we're all very excited.
Got to Sherman around 6:00 and had a lovely dinner at China Star. We just talked about random stuff, mostly. It turns out that the infamous Wild Child (a gunsmithing student of four years prior) is very likely the brother of one of Scooter's friends, and was quite as infamous in the dorms as in the class. +Kyle got to tell the 50 calibre hammer-gun story... S is pretty sure it's the same guy - he said it sounds like something he would do. LOL!
After dinner, we still had the option of killing 40 minutes, so we bummed around the mall a bit. I am now officially a fag hag, as the two of them started doing this gay thing back and forth. *shudder* It wouldn't be so bad if they weren't so good at it. Neither one had heard this term before, so that was pretty funny.
We looked at some good games at FX, but didn't have time for much else. One RPG I am reallllly interested in trying is Shadow Hearts. There were a bunch of others we oohed and aahed over, but I can't remember them, and of course didn't bring anything to write down titles. :P
Excellent previews, including Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. That one looks AWESOME. Dad is so going to love it. Would have liked to see the trailers for Troy and Van Helsing again, but we got Spiderman 2 and a couple others we've already seen. Azkaban is slated to come out in June, so I'm really surprised there wasn't anything about that yet.
So... The Passion...
At the start of the movie, I was thinking that it really wasn't too bad. There was obvious deep spiritual and emotional pain in the garden of Gethsemane. Normally for me, this is the kind of thing that really hurts to experience; when it's a loved one, especially. I wasn't really unmoved by it, but it didn't affect me as deeply as expected.
But when it got to the beating...the striping...the flailing...seeing and hearing chunks of flesh being torn from a body that did not resist, though He could have called on a host of angels to do so... That broke me. I am responsible for those wounds. All mankind is, of course, but to feel as though one is there...seeing someone else lay down their life to save yours? That's very hard to watch, especially knowing that I don't deserve that, and could never do anything to deserve that. This act of utter selflessness...the purest love possible... How can I express the feelings inside? There are no words. I am at once shamed and grateful.
Eventually, the violence was almost numbing. There was just so much...my brain basically shut off for awhile to deal with it. I found myself thankful for the cutscenes that gave reprieve from the graphic torture portrayed.
The flogging was actually harder to watch than the crucifixion itself, but that, too, was intense. I couldn't help but think about the "how they did that part" aspect, but the visuals were unavoidable. There was so much blood...of course there was...
Close to the end, when Mary is holding Christ after they've taken Him down from the cross...she stares into the camera. Her eyes say, "This is your doing. This is my doing. The Jews...the Romans...people long dead, and people not even yet born... This is the doing of all people, from all time. No one person is to blame; we share in this guilt. Now what are you going to do about it?"
Besides my own shortcomings, I find myself thinking of all my friends...the people I hold so dear...the people I love... Would I lay down my life for them if I knew it would save them? Without question. But do I love them enough to tell them things they may not want to hear? Can I remember that THIS...this forgiveness...is what it's all about? That they can be saved, and that the price HAS been paid?
The ride back from Sherman was pretty quiet. Scooter said that, while he doesn't claim to be a Christian, he was definitely moved by it, and that anyone who wasn't must be heartless. Now, he and I have talked much about beliefs, and I completely understand where he's coming from. He doesn't want to be a hypocrite, so he doesn't claim Christianity. He clarified tonight by saying that he doesn't want to 'insult the religion'. Interesting way to put it.
He is (I believe) under the all-too-common misconception that one must *be* perfect before one can call oneself a Christian. +Kyle and I made some notes about this, but we didn't press the issue too much.
My prayer is that I can show him in some way that we're not required to be perfect right away...that it's a process...that forgiveness is there for a reason...and that it's something he could strive for, if he truly believes as he says he does. I can only pray for strength and for the words to say to show him.
To be honest, I was mildly appalled at +Kyle's apparant indifference to the film. He's not nearly the emotional person that either I or our host are, but I'd have expected *some* kind of reaction out of him. Is he thus heartless?
