Another
packed house at Seaside yesterday. I
think Chris said she counted 78. The
American Heritage Girls group that was staying in the retreat center joined us
for worship. Good group of kids. And another guy was taking a picture of the
Visual Verse. Something about sending it
to his friend, a Harvard professor who wanted to see it. Hate to think I’m getting graded on those
things now.
Last
night we went for supper to the home of a young couple who has been coming to
Seaside over the last year or so. Great
fresh fish supper. It was his first time
cooking fish. He had it seasoned and
topped with lemon slices. It even looked
good. He just wasn’t sure how to tell
when it was done. Between Chris and me,
we coached him through it, though, and the meal was delicious. They had a boatload of questions about my
favorite topic – the church in general and how Seaside began. The discussion also morphed into numerous other
rabbit-chasings as well. We even dealt
with ghosts and demons and spiritual warfare.
I really enjoyed the evening.
Now
I have to back up a bit to the afternoon.
Before the Astros game came on and before Kel and Christina and their
kiddos came over to hang and pick up the truck for Kel to use again, I somehow
managed to stumble across yet another classic movie. It was called Sharknado 3. I only got to see maybe five minutes of it,
though. Doesn’t mean I didn’t pick up
the plot line rather quickly. Tornadoes all
over the earth were full of sharks, and as the tornado touched down, the sharks
would feed on people. Sometimes
explosions worked. In one scene
reminiscent of a classic Monty Python and the Holy Grail interchange, a guy was
trying to make it to “The Red Button” that would blow up the ship, but destroy
the tornado. He had an injured leg, so
he was crawling across the deck of the ship.
A shark fell from the sky and bit off his other leg. He kept crawling. Another shark fell and bit off an arm. He kept crawling. Just as he reached for the button with his
only remaining appendage, another shark relieved him of that one as well. Not to be deterred, he inched himself a few
centimeters ahead and managed to punch the button with his nose. Boom.
Mission accomplished. OK, that
was apparently the first hour and twenty-five minutes of the movie. They part I got to see was the ending, so
Spoiler Alert, y’all …
To
stop the shark-laden tornadoes, the space shuttle was launched with a special
laser attachment. They shot that laser
from space, and it dissipated all the earthly tornadoes. Yeah.
But suddenly sharks were flying up into space. They started getting into the shuttle. One of them, a particularly tough-skinned
great white, swallowed a pregnant lady astronaut (She wasn’t showing yet, but they did mention the upcoming event. See, one of the other astronaut’s was the baby’s
grandfather, and he gave the unborn child a gift of airman’s wings so he could
always fly. Sniff. Sniff.
Sob. That was right before he
sacrificed himself so he could be a hero to his son). Her husband just happened to be on the flight
as well, so he jumped into the Great White’s mouth to rescue her. But alas, the shuttle had not been designed
to take the force of hundreds of sharks pounding against it. The best line of the movie came when one of
eth astronauts asked another, “How can sharks be alive in space?” And the classic answer: “How can they be
alive in a tornado?” Indeed.
So
… not to worry. The guy and his wife
went through re-entry into the atmosphere inside the Great White. Once clear and back inside breathable space,
he punched a hole in the side of the now thoroughly irradiated shark and
deployed the parachute he just happened to have with him. Good ol’ Great White plopped down on the shore
of a random tropical island amidst a hail of other sharks of all species. The man crawled out through Great White’s
mouth. After walking around aimlessly on
the beach, avoiding the shower of sharks around him, he remembers
something. He races back to the original
Great White, and hears a sound. Could it
be? It is. The blade of a chain saw pokes a hole in the
fish’s side. And what should squeeze its
way out? Not what you’d expect, I bet. No.
See, a lot has happened inside that shark’s belly on the way down from
space. Not only had the lady found a
random operable chain saw and used it to cut a hole, she had come to full term
and delivered the baby. It was the baby
she pushed through the hole first. Looked
just like the shark was giving birth to a human baby. Her husband managed to free her as well,
though. There she was, fully clothed and
just as slim and trim as she had been when she first entered the shark, albeit
covered in blood. But wait. Suddenly, who should run up from behind the trees? It was there other two children who just
happened to on the same random island where mom and dad fell from the sky. What an incredibly happy ending. And as they all planned to live happily ever after
there on the tropical island paradise, a huge hunk of the space shuttle came
hurtling out of the sky. Fell right on
top of the wife and squished her like a bug.
Now the movie ended. Wow. Takes your breath away, doesn’t it?
Psalms
92:12 says, “The Lord reigns, he is robed
in majesty; the Lord is robed in majesty and is armed with strength.”
Father,
thank you for our new Seaside friends.
Help them to be happy and successful in their quest for community. Amen.
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