Honey body-slammed me and then twisted my left arm behind my back until it touched my nose. All the while, she whispered, “Just surrender, okay?”
I pounded the carpet with my right fist until the pain was too much to bear. “Okay, I surrender!” I screamed.
So, she let me up and pointed to the car keys on the counter. “Let’s go,” she said.
Hanging my head, I obeyed. And to be honest, once we sat down in our seats at the movie theater, I did enjoy myself. Slumdog Millionaire was better than I thought it would be, but yet…
These fairy tale movies which depict a one in a billion chance of a person raising himself out of pathetic squalor into a life of plenty leaves a person sad after the warm fuzzies wear off.
It sort of reminds me of the the time movie actress/activist, Jane Fonda, joined the Native Americans in their picketing and occupying efforts of taking over Fort Lawson, near Seattle. All went on a hunger strike which lasted for a week. Then, a settlement was made between all parties involved.
The Native Americans then went back to their miserable lives on the reservations or wherever. But what about Jane Fonda? Poor Jane was so exhausted that she rented a villa in Acapulco for a week. How miserable, huh?
And after my popcorn bag was empty, I realized I’m as much a hypocrite as I thought Jane Fonda was back in 1970. What have I really ever done to help the poor people of the world?
Sadly, very little.
…remember the poor…(Galatians 2:10)
Swimming Upstream appears at this blog site on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. It’s a little of this and a little of that, all written to encourage and exhort believers in their Christian jouneys.