I'm still contemplating a book about my soap opera life. I hate drama, but I seem to attract it like men. Seven men to be specific. Most of them creating drama. *Long exaggerated sigh.*
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I finally made it to see The Passion. St. Patrick's Day, after I got off work, I was hanging out with Lee (one of the seven, I met him a few times through his brother Sam, my co-worker,) and we started talking religion. I'm still confused as to why we were talking religion in a loud and crowded beer tent at one in the morning, but, you know. Whatever keeps you sober. Anyway, he spent an hour convincing me that the movie was worth seeing, and twice or three times, let me know he was going to take me to see it. So Friday he called and we decided to go Saturday.
I don't think you could say "favorite," but my "favorite," the scene in the movie that had the most impact on me, was a scene during Jesus' walk with the cross. Mother Mary was trying to get closer to him, but was overcome with emotions, fear predominately, and was frozen, half hiding (like we all were in the theatre during the gruesome scenes, covering our eyes but occasionally peeking,) in a doorway. And then, Jesus passes the alleyway and she sees him stumble and fall, and like all mothers, thought of when he was a child and tripped and fell, and she ran to him, then and now. You see her remember Jesus as a child, and how she held him and told him, as any mother would, how things were going to be okay, and she kissed his hurt away. Then you see her with him now, and she can not tell him the same loving words, and you see her own pain. Then later in the movie when Jesus is dying on the cross she is allowed to approach him and she kisses his feet, and smears blood and dirt on her lips and face. It was such a powerful symbol of the love and pain and the journey of the cross that Mary also went through, and how His blood was her own, and is our own.
"This is my body, and this is my blood..." What a powerful movie to help us all understand more fully the sacrifice of Jesus Christ.
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Writing is not like painting where you add. It is not what you put on the canvas that the reader sees. Writing is more like a sculpture where you remove, you eliminate in order to make the work visible. Even those pages you remove somehow remain. - Elie Wiesel

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