That one time I went to the Riverside Tamale Festival but didn’t take pictures of anything else except this view as I stood in line to get a sample of some strawberry tamales (which was surprisingly really good!). #iloveriverside #RiversideTamaleFestival #WhitePark #DowntownRiverside (at White Park)
- Judah Ben-Hur: Almost at the moment He died, I heard Him say, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
- Esther: Even then.
- Judah Ben-Hur: Even then. And I felt His voice take the sword out of my hand.
Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
And love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died,
For man the creature’s sin.
Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears;
Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness!
And melt, mine eyes, to tears! (Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed, Psalter Hymnal, #352) (at Ontario United Reformed Church)
Beyond taking passages out of context and twisting them there is another serious problem with Hagee’s hermeneutic. As in the case of Hurricane Katrina, Hagee is interpreting providence. To quote the still-agile Dikembe Mutumbo: “No, no, no.”
If Christians can work up the same kind of empathy and openness toward films (of whatever forms and styles) that they exhibit towards the people they are trying to reach out and help, they would be deeply enriched, and we would not have the kind of unnecessary dichotomies (film as art vs. film as entertainment, film as education vs. film as escapism) that seem to plague our understanding of cinema and the arts at large. How we encounter a work of art is but an aspect of how we need to live.
Why do we marry, why take friends and lovers? Why give ourselves to music, painting, chemistry or cooking? Out of simple delight in the resident goodness of creation, of course; but out of more than that, too. Half earth’s gorgeousness lies hidden in the glimpsed city it longs to become.