I’m warning you now, SPOILER ALERT. No, this isn’t a movie review, and I won’t be talking about the whole film. But the one thing I want to concentrate on kind of gives away the climax of the movie. So if you don’t want the ending spoiled, watch the movie first and then come back to this blog. You have been warned.
With that said, Thor: Ragnarok has been out in theaters for a little over two weeks now–and has been killing it in the box office, especially compared to Justice League . . .
Anyways, except for the elevation of foul language and crude humor, and seeing the backside of a Hulk (never gonna get that image out of my head) it’s a fun movie! and an epic conclusion to the Thor Trilogy! Continue reading
Like Bilbo, I too pity Gollum. His is, perhaps, one of the most tragic stories within the realm of Middle Earth. However, it’s interesting to hear what could have been–especially from the words of J. R. R. Tolkien himself.
Everyone has something that they’re not good at. Maybe they have two left feet when it comes to dancing. Maybe their voice cracks when they try to sing tenor. Or maybe, they have fingers made out of butter and can’t catch a football. One of the things that it feels like I’m horrible at, is goodbyeing.
I wish I was joking, for I have created many awkward situations, involving staring, silence, mumbled words, and hasty retreats. I, who call myself a wordsmith, seam to stubble and act like an oaf, when it comes to saying the words to end a conversation. I can start a conversation with ease. Greet with a jolly good handshake or hug, but when it comes to goodbyeing . . . Continue reading
Last Monday, I was driving home from a football game. After having an amazing time laughing and joking with a neat family from my congregation, and cheering for their son–witnessing the Bulldogs defeat the Tigers! I was hungry, and thinking of all the things that I needed to get done tomorrow. I figured I could save some time, if I made a quick stop to the bank that night to load my portable ATM with some cash–then, I would have more time tomorrow to do the other one thousand things that I had planned.
Under the cloudy, dark sky, I pulled into town, and inserted my debit card into the bank’s ATM. Being in a rush, I was planning where I was going to grab a fast-food dinner, as I was clicking options on the screen.
Dairy Queen, I decided, as I grabbed the Jackson and my receipt before driving away. Continue reading
What if in heaven,
There is a museum?
What if one day,
Once the trumpet has sounded,
The Father gathers together all His children,
To show them the things that He has kept?
“Look here, look here!”
The Father says with joy.
“See with your eyes the creation of Noah’s faith.
The ark that you’ve all read about!
See how he obeyed Me so willingly!
The monument of his ear!
Oh, you can explore it later,
And swing from the rafters that monkeys once swung on.
But come, there is much more to see!
Right this way, over here!”
Who is Jesus, to you?
Is he a man who you recognize? Or a face only seen on Sundays?
Is he one whom tries to exclude? Or calls out hypocritical followers?
Was he merely a man, or a good prophet? Or is he also the Son of God?
Does he love and died for everyone? Or for only those like you?
Who is Jesus, to you? Continue reading
“A son honors his father, and a servant his master. If then I am a father, where is my honor? And if I am a master, where is my fear? says the LORD of hosts to you, O priests, who despise my name. But you say, ‘How have we despised your name?’ By offering polluted food upon my altar. But you say, ‘How have we polluted you?’ By saying that the LORD‘s table may be despised. When you offer blind animals in sacrifice, is that not evil? And when you offer those that are lame or sick, is that not evil? Present that to your governor; will he accept you or show you favor? says the LORD of hosts.” (Malachi 1:6-8, ESV)
The book of Malachi takes place about 100 years after many of the Jews had returned from the Exile. Yahweh had allowed them once again to dwell in their Promise Land. The temple had been rebuilt, and so had the walls of Jerusalem. Under such men as Zerubbabel and Nehemiah, the Jews had outwardly rebuilt portions of their nation. However, the majority of them had not restored that which had caused them to be exiled in the first place–their hearts. Continue reading