26.7.08

Every movie should be like this one.

This is my new favorite movie. I watched it a few nights ago at the dollar theatre (or should I say the "Two Dollar Theatre" since they've upped the prices again). When I first heard of this movie, not having seen the previews, I had no interest in watching it. I mean, I'm not a fan of Rambo--sorry Sylvester. But then a friend clarified for me that the title wasn't "the son of Rambo" but the "Son of Rambow." I assure you that the title is a bit misleading to what a gem this movie truly is. It is heartfelt as it is hilarious. The script is clever and witty, the cinematography is beautiful.

It's an endearing story about two young boys: Will Proudfoot, a sheltered child from a religious family and a misguided delinquent named Lee Carter, who is known by his teachers as "Demon Child Carter." Though Carter tricks or rather forcefully coerces Will to become the stuntman of his very own action adventure movie, inspired by the Rambo movies of the early 80's, Will sees himself as the son of Rambow and imagines a fantasy world where he saves his father, Rambow, from the clutches of the evil scarecrow warlord--But not without the help of Colonel (played by Carter) and the flying dog (played by a dog statue tied to a stunt-flyer kite). Throughout the movie making process, Carter and Will find that being fans of Rambo are not the only things that they have in common. Though their circumstances are very different, they find true friendship in each other. But this isn't the typical boy meets boy and they're friends for life story. Thrown into the plot is a mix of legalism and righteous indignation from the Brethren, the religion that the Proudfoots belong to and an androgenous French exchange student, who is an outcast from his own kind, but gathers a large following at the English school that Will and Carter attend.

In short, I highly recommend this movie. If my very brief synopsis didn't whet your appetite, you should probably watch the trailer:

Son of Rambow Trailer

23.7.08

A follow up on the egg story...


Today Emily "Deave" Deaver, who is staying with me for the week while she works at the Biola music camp, made the most amazing feta-cheese, spinach and tomato scramble using none other than my cage-free vegetarian eggs. We would like to thank Heather Fedbetter for truly feeding us better. I would also like to thank Trader Joe's for providing the spinach, tomatoes and cheese. It was a meal of complete organic GREATNESS:


we're happy cause we're healthy!

Last night, Deave and I-- after returning from a frozen yogurt run-- sat in Deave's car by her friend Song's house, waiting patiently for the boys to arrive for a much anticipated Nerts tournament. If you don't know what Nerts is, well then, you are missing out on the best and most addicting card game ever. Deave, Song, David Burrows and I played for a grand total of 3 hours before we finally stopped with Deave in the lead with 400 points. Not to worry, I was only a few points behind her. Poor Burrows was at a grand total of -67. But that's ok, he was a good sport about it.

Anyway, while Deave and I were waiting in the car, relishing our sugar free, fat free strawberry banana yogurt, we started talking about the guys that we admire. Unfortunately, these guys were fictional characters, a discussion brought on by my unashamed crush on Christian Bale as Batman and...Harry Potter. Deave started naming the men in her life--Gilbert Blythe (from "Anne of Green Gables"), Rochester (from "Jane Eyre"), Heathcliff (from "Withering Heights") and Lord Peter Wimsey (from the series "Gaudy Night" by Dorothy Sayers) and to this list I added Mr. Darcy, from Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice." After a moment of silence, Deave and I realized that we were gushing about men that don't exist. Here we were, sitting in her car, eating frozen yogurt, giggling about fictitious men! It's funny, yes, but SO SAD! But funny. Really funny. As Amy Kuney sang in her song, "Love is Trippy" we're "overdressed, undersexed, starved for a yes, or maybe always tired of being ignored..."

we're really not that desperate. we're just girls. I blame it on the frozen yogurt and Christian Bale.

22.7.08

All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name

After reading my bible earlier this morning, I started humming "All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name," which I thought was really random because it has been such a long time since I've sung or heard that hymn. Then an idea entered my mind: you should write an acoustic version of it!

hey sure, why not!

So I grabbed my guitar and started playing around with the melody. I didn't get very far because I only knew the first verse. As I was searching for the song lyrics online, I happened across a true story about how this particular hymn, not only saved a missionary's life, but also gave him an opportunity to share the gospel message with the barbaric tribe of natives who wanted to kill him:
One of the most dra­ma­tic in­stanc­es of [this hymn’s] use was found in the ex­per­i­ence of the Rev. E. P. Scott in In­dia. His friends had urged him not to ven­ture near a cer­tain bar­bar­ous in­land tribe, whom he wished to evan­gel­ize. But he went forth with high cour­age, ne­ver wa­ver­ing in his du­ty, and trust­ing in God to pro­tect him. When at last he reached their coun­try among the hills, he came up­on a com­pa­ny of these sav­ag­es. Im­me­di­ate­ly they sur­round­ed him, point­ing their spears at him with threat­en­ing scowls. He had no­thing in his hand but his vi­o­lin; and so, clos­ing his eyes, he be­gan to play and sing, “All Hail the Pow­er of Je­sus’ Name.” When at last he opened his eyes he ex­pect­ed to be killed in­stant­ly. But his life had been spared through the sing­ing of the hymn. Their spears had dropped, and they re­ceived him first with cur­i­o­si­ty and in­ter­est, and then lat­er with ea­gern­ess, as he told them the gos­pel sto­ry and won their hearts to the will of Je­sus Christ.
AMAZING, isn't it? All Hail the POWER of Jesus' name!

21.7.08

Eggs-cellent...

Earlier today I went to Albertson's on a quest to buy eggs. As I browsed through the many selection of eggs, I came across "Cage Free Vegetarian Eggs: for the lacto-ovo vegetarian." Immediately my inherently curious nature was raised as high as both my eyebrows. Interesting. In fact, I was so interested that I bought them! I mean, hey why not? I'm not a vehement pursuer of poultry rights (unless you count their right to feed my chicken-loving belly), but I also don't think we should treat animals inhumanely. More importantly, these eggs were a $1 cheaper than normal, chicken-hater eggs.

Upon opening the package I found a letter of appreciation from a kind-looking chicken named Heather Fedbetter-- it just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it? The letter said:

"My name is Heather Fedbetter and I want to thank you for giving my sisters and me a wonderful home. When you support the Egg Innovations Brand, you are supporting a company that:
- will not market any caged eggs under our brand-we are the cage free company!
-They do not feed me or any of my sisters drugs, antibiotics, or animal-by-products because when you are fedbetter, you feel better.
-They give us a home on family farms not factory farms because YOU have a choice.

...have an Eggscellent Day!
Heather Fedbetter."
wow. I'll be sure to remember Heather Fedbetter and how much I've helped her and her sisters as I eat their unborn young. Scrambled. With a side of tomatoes.

Oh, the irony.

16.7.08

Breakfast at Mimi's

I went to Mimi's Cafe to have breakfast with a friend that I have not seen or talked to in a while. However, it seemed that our fateful meeting was postponed, yet again, due to the fact that she had "double-booked" herself and had made prior arrangements the exact time we were supposed to meet. Hey, no big deal. I already has this feeling that it wasn't going to happen anyway. I'm not being sarcastic, just psychic. Ba dum ksssh.

No worries. I did not leave Mimi's, chagrined. I decided to stay and eat breakfast solo. Dun dun dunnn.

As I was eating by myself in one of the back corner booths, contentedly feasting on my half a cantaloupe and pain (pa-eehn?) perdue--petite french toast stuffed with cream cheese and orange marmalade, I realized how much I enjoyed my unaccompanied meal. There's just something about Mimi's that I find enjoyable and endearing. And as I sat there, eating my perdue, I felt very grown-up.

I also read from 1 Peter 1 this morning, which made my morning even better. That sounds really cheesy, but I'm not trying to be. Reading verses 3-9 was like the culmunation of all the things that I have been processing in my mind for the past six months. I've read 1 Peter many times before and today it finally sunk in:

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God's power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith--more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire--may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls."

Words really cannot express right now just how much God spoke to me through that passage. Well, I could try to "express myself" but this blog post would be days long.

God is amazing and so, so SO faithful. Everything always points to Him, despite of my unwillingness to try and remember Him. He makes it happen. I cannot escape Him. I may forget Him, but He is always mindful of me (see Psalm 8:4).

14.7.08

The Morality Question (for lack of a better title)

Disclaimer: If it seems like a lot of my blog revolves around what happens at work, well--a lot of my life, as of recently, revolves around my coffee-shop job. It's not that I'm obsessed with coffee or anything. When I speak in terms of "life" I'm mostly referring to the people that I work with and interact with on a day-to-day basis. Conversations that I have with my co-workers may not be as meaningful as others, but even the less than meaningful confabulations have lead to meaningful thoughts--well, at least on my end:

As of the beginning of July, I seemed to have transitioned from "new-girl" to "girl that works closing shift." A lot of the initial awkwardness of being in a new work environment has worn off. Making drinks and doing the chores have become systematic, therefore making it possible to actually talk to people. The person I'm thinking of in particular is *Bryan. He started working at IAG (It's A Grind) about the same time I did. He's a professing Christian. And he's also gay. Woa, red flag, right? Bryan grew up in a Christian home and was raised in church. He is the youngest of five children. He said that he had a normal childhood growing up--except for the fact that he's been attracted to boys ever since he was three. He remembers coming home from pre-school and talking about the cute boys in his class. His parents thought it was just a phase that he was going through, so they didn't really think it was a big deal. In high school, Bryan said he began to take his Christianity more seriously. But he was still attracted to guys. He said that he tried to pray it away, but those same-sex attractions still remained. Because those attractions remained, he's accepted it--seemingly without trepidation. He assures me that he loves going to church, and has his morals in check and is not promiscuous. However, he also entertains boys who pursue him. He's been in a few relationships and flings with guys and is currently "hanging" out with a guy who has a crush on him. I asked him how he reconciles what the Bible says about homosexuality being a sin and not of God's original design and his dating, or social life. And to this, he responded: "I don't know. I'm just going with the flow. This is the way things are. And I know what the Bible says, but I know that I'm not destined to be single for the rest of my life. I have every intention of marrying the person that I fall in love with." I told Bryan that I would be praying for him. It was all I could say at that moment in time.

Bryan is a nice, fun guy. He's outgoing and the life of the party. However, when I work with him, it feels like my soul is being ripped apart in 20 different directions. That sounds intense, but I don't know how else to describe it. I love this guy--in a brotherly, platonic, un-romantic sort of way, but I also don't agree with his lifestyle, and I'm not talking about him being gay, I'm talking about how he says that he is a Christian but does not seem to take this claim seriously. His eager pursuit of romantic relationships with men seem to also indicate this. I humbly recognize my own inadequacies to make a judgment on anyone due to the massive plank in my own eye, but I also know that if one claims to be a Christian, then they should, at the very least, be distinguishable from those who do not have Jesus Christ in their lives; not because Christians are better than anyone, but because Jesus said so.

It concerns me--and maybe it shouldn't-- that Bryan seems to blend in, almost too well, with my non-Christian co-workers. At first, I wondered if I was just jealous. My co-workers have taken to him like a young child to a puppy dog. They absolutely love him and love to hang out with him, work out with him, eat with him, etc. They probably sense my prudish ways like some sort of "fun-sucker" vibe that I give off. This is most likely the reason why I'm not invited to anything. The general apprehensiveness of my co-workers around me is sometimes amusing, but mostly frustrating. I think I'm just as fun and good-humored as Bryan (tooting my own horn here), but it's like I'm missing that key ingredient that would make me fun to actually hang out with.

Yesterday, as I was working with Bryan and watched him make after work plans with a few people, I wondered to myself what Christian morality really is. I wondered this because of the conversation I had with Bryan about morality. This thought has been prominent in my mind as of late because I am becoming increasingly aware of how different I am from the the people I work with, even though one could say that some us share the same moral attitudes. What is true Christian morality? What makes it different from orthodox moral practices that is widely accepted by the public? What is it that makes Christians different in such a way that Jesus would even say, in John 15:18-19: "If the world hates you, you know that it has hated Me before it hated you. If you were of the world, the world would love its own; but because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, because of this the world hates you." There has to be more to morality than not being promiscuous, not getting drunk, not cussing, being respectful to elders, feeding the homeless and going to church, right?

Incidentally, today I read an article that John Piper wrote on Desiring God blog, titled "All Things Are From God, Through God, and To God. The Glory Is All His." It was very encouraging and enlightening, especially this part:
"Morality in the Christian life is not simply the willpower to do right things, because God has the authority to command them. Christian morality is the overflow of worshipping the sovereign, merciful God. Christian life is the fruit of a mind and heart transformed by seeing and savoring the all-sufficiency and sovereignty and mercy of God revealed in Jesus Christ."
Thank you, John Piper. What comes to mind when I read this is: "you can't have your cake and eat it, too." One has to really believe that what God has to offer through Jesus Christ is infinitely better than the fleeting, provisional undertakings that this world has to give. "One can't serve two masters..."

Last thing. Important keywords: "overflow of worshipping..." Without the right reverence for God, or an accurate view of who Jesus Christ really is, whatever moral views we hold seem meaningless. The reverence of God IS the keeper of morality. Good is possible because of a healthy fear of God, a fear that exists due to acknowledgment of His sovereignty over all things. Therefore, moral views without reverence of God is not really morality. They're just views.

11.7.08

Andrew.

Tonight, during the last Craft night of Adventure week, I was helping an eight year old named Andrew. The craft tonight was to make life-preserver bible verse frames from two paper plates. The project was simple enough, so Andrew really didn't need help, but I needed an excuse to sit by him.

Andrew has very cherubic features: a rounded face, rosy, squeezable cheeks, sizable blue eyes and short, sandy brown hair. Andrew is also the smartest kid I have ever come across. When I say smart, I mean, he talks like a British scholar. His vocabulary is very sophisticated and proper, not just for an eight year old little boy, but for anyone! For example, after helping him punch a hole through his life-preserver frame, I asked him what he was going to do with his finished project. This was his response, word for word: "I do not know. Perhaps, I shall hang it onto my bed post. Perhaps, that may be a good idea. Do you think so?" I stared at him, flabbergasted, with my mouth agape. I just shrugged my shoulders, nodded and took a deep breath to stifle my laughter. I made eye contact with one of his group leaders, sitting in the chair next to him, and her eyes had grown as wide as her mouth was open. She was as pleasantly shocked and entertained as I was.

After I made sure I wasn't going to laugh, I cleared my throat and asked, "Andrew, would you like to pull the string through the hole?" He nodded his head and threaded the string through with his clumsy, chubby eight year old fingers. Then I asked him, "Can you tie a knot?" Andrew shook his head vigorously and said, "No, no, no. I cannot. Please help me." Once I finished tying the knot, he clapped his hands together, smiled gleefully and said, with utmost resolve: "Perfect."

After putting his project away, Andrew and I actually got into a short discussion about words. He asked me what my favorite word was. For some weird reason, the only word I could think of at the moment was "arbitrary." Andrew, in sincere eagerness, asked me what it meant. How do you explain what "arbitrary" means to a child who, according to Piadget's Stages of Cognitive Development, cannot grasp abstract concepts?

The best explanation I could come up with was that it meant something random and unpredictable. I suppose most eight year olds would've looked at me blankly if I had tried to explain a complicated word with complicated concepts, but Andrew placed his chubby little fingers on his chin and let out a contemplative "hmm." I asked him if he knew what random meant. Immediately, his eyes lit up as he replied, "of course! See, when things are in order...it's like counting from 1-10...you know...1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and on and on. But when something is random then it's like not going in order! It's like 1, 7, 10..."

I wanted to steal him right then and make him mine forever.

This is why I love kids so much. You just never know what you're going to get in terms of personality or...lexicon.