Acts 11

This week I'm speaking on Acts 11, the passage of Scripture in which Peter explains his vision of animals, including some that were at that time ceremonially unclean.  He is told to arise, kill and eat.  His response and the explanation he gets serve as the foundation for sending Christ's message of love out to the gentiles.  The world forever changed with that vision, as now the message of Jesus was not only reserved for the Jews but for all.  Love all equally, because He does.

Friday I saw such evidence of this in the experiences I had throughout the day.  In the morning, the team of teachers with whom I work went to a neighboring school to observe some really cool teaching ideas.  While there, I saw a sign on the wall that said "Respect Others and Their Differences."  I immediately snapped a picture on my phone to use on Sunday, because I thought it was so appropriate.

When I returned to school I spoke to the substitute teacher who had filled in for me that morning.  I asked how things had gone, working with the extremely messy clay I'd been teaching the past several weeks.  He told me that the first thing that had happened was that a boy had come into the classroom and handed him an adult-sized apron, which made his day.  I knew exactly which boy this was, because he did the same thing for me a few days prior.  He's what might be referred to as a "special" child, and this small expression he made toward a stranger, with no other reason than to be helpful, really touched me.  This little boy just sees a need and takes care of it, with no reward expected.

The final big thing I'd seen Friday was when my wife Harriet and I went out to a special Valentine's dinner.  She had seen an ad the day before in the Henry County Local (where our church is) that advertised a special sweetheart's dinner at a small restaurant/antique shop.  It was located in a remote little town a few miles past our church, which is in a pretty remote spot itself.  I called on Thursday night to make a reservation, and then when we arrived Friday night the Mom-n-Pop that ran the place treated us like special guests.  I believe we were the only non-regulars there, so perhaps we were the only ones that benefited from their ad.  We loved the dinner and had a great time in this tiny, quiet town on the Kentucky River.  After we finished eating, we were browsing the antiques shop, when a two-man bluegrass band came in.  The mandolin player happened to be a pastor from our capital city, Frankfort.  Our hostess described him as looking like Moses, which I guess he did.

These random experiences touched me Friday, and confirmed to me that the Scripture that drew me in for the week was the exact right one.  I had seen a written confirmation of the concept posted on a school wall, then had heard of one of my students--a special needs student--welcoming my substitute, then had been treated very hospitably by complete strangers in a locale that wouldn't be called glamorous by most.  I felt humbled and blessed.

The King's Speech

I've been going on and on lately about the new version of True Grit, and will continue to do so.  As a connoisseur of all things Western, movies, books, travel, etc., I think it's one of the best and an overdue and welcome addition to the history of Western movies.  When the Oscar nominations came out, I was thrilled to see that it garnered ten nominations.  Hopefully it would win at least a couple, maybe even Best Picture.

The only movie that received more nominations, and maybe more Oscar buzz was The King's Speech, a British period piece about the struggles King George VI had with his speech impediment.  I had never known about this story from history, but love a good British movie.  My wife and I just finished watching the first season on Downton Abbey on PBS Masterpiece Classic last Sunday night, so we were going through British movie withdrawal.  Harriet came up with the idea of going to see The King's Speech last night, and it was fantastic.

You can tell from the first couple of minutes that the movie was going to be special, with the music, the detail and most of all with Colin Firth's amazing performance as this tortured man.  It's hard for "commoners" such as ourselves to find sympathy with the royals, but this man Bertie, also known as King George VI, struggled all his life with the demons of growing up scared, repressed, timid and underconfident.  The crisis reared its ugly head when the radio came into being, requiring the royals to appear over the "wireless", giving speeches and goodwill messages to the people of Britain and the world.  With a terrible speech impediment, this was horrible news for Bertie.

Without giving the movie away, I have to say this is an incredibly moving film that I would recommend to all.  The R rating comes from the fact that Bertie and his speech pathologist, Lionel Logue, use curse words to help Bertie be able to speak more freely and confidently.  Those instances of cursing are the entire reason for the R rating.  No violence, no nudity, no carousing, nothing more than the cursing and the themes of the movie concerning family crises and impending war.

I mention this in a Christian blog because I think the movie is very cathartic, very purging for anyone who struggles with something deep down inside, such as the king's stuttering.  The church plays a role in the movie, since the king is the head of the English church, since Bertie's brother abdicates the throne due to his marrying against the church's teachings and wishes, since the pivotal coronation scene takes place in Westminster Abbey, and since the Archbishop of Canterbury is one of the main characters in the film (although he doesn't exactly prove to be a very positive character).  Christian or not explicitly, the themes of The King's Speech are very Christian at their core.  If you can stand to hear the cursing, which comes off hilariously in this movie, go see it and fell the inner triumph of Bertie's coming to grips with his problem.