Old Movie (Old is a Relative Term)

I was talking with a few ladies and one of them referenced the movie RV. I mentioned that I hadn’t seen RV, to which she replied, “Oh, it’s an old movie.”

RV was made in 2006. It’s not even ten years old yet. The lady who referred to it as an “old” movie is twenty years older than I.

Hunny and I were talking to someone who said he was a movie buff. Hunny mentioned that we love film. He said, “I even love old movies from the 80’s and 90’s.”

When I refer to old movies, I’m talking about black and white movies from the 1930’s and 1940’s. But I guess I have a different view of film than other people. My mother is a huge Disney fan. Her family life wasn’t all that great growing up, but she said she loved seeing Walt Disney on Sundays on television. Because of the joy they brought, she raised her children on Disney films from her childhood. I watched movies from the 1960’s growing up. Movies from that time period aren’t old to me. According to my mother, the first two films our family owned were Cinderella (1950) and Pinocchio (1940).

In all seriousness, my definition of an old movie is way off base. Silent films are much older than the 1930’s and 40’s. Film began in the late 1800’s, so those films should be the “old” ones.

Do you think RV is an “old” movie or is Back to the Future an “old” movie? What is your definition of an “old” movie?

A Silent Film from 1927

Thirsty Thursday: Age Ain’t Nothin’ But A Number

Many people I know are turning 30 years old. For some reason, this is a sad prospect to most people. They are no longer considered “young” by our youth obsessed culture and feel that their relevance is slipping. Dreams vanish. Life is over.

I don’t think so.

In Numbers Chapter 4, God chose people who were aged 30 – 50 years old to do one of the most important jobs: breaking down and setting back up the tabernacle. I know what you’re thinking: That sounds boring.

Does it?

These people were moving the holy of holies. They were moving God’s throne on earth. This physical place was where God came to meet with Aaron and his sons, the High Priests. This was where the sacrifices happened. This is where blood atoned for the sins of the people. Since the Israelites were moving through the lands, the tabernacle had to come along.

The furnishings from the sanctuary were so holy that if the people accidentally touched something, they would die. They weren’t even allowed to look at these things. Automatic death. Aaron and his sons had to go in first and cover all the things in the sactuary before the Kohathites were to come in and move it.  Other guys had to cover up the pieces of the tabernacle correctly and carry it to the next destination. That was a huge responsibility and an honor. I am sure that there were guys who were 29 years old wishing they were 30 and guys who were 51 wishing they were 50.

You have been given a similar calling. You are moving a tabernacle from place to place in order to help bridge the gap from this life to eternity. As a believer and follower of Jesus Christ, you carry holiness inside you: Jesus Himself and the Holy Spirit. You carry a tabernacle with you wherever you go. You can make it available to others or you can close it up. You can clothe it in righteousness or you can hide it.

God has a specific calling on your life that does NOT quit once you reach a certain age and it isn’t waiting for you to reach a certain age. It is now. It is being kind to a stranger. It is calling that family member. It is sacrificing your time to sit with a friend. Or sacrificing money to help out. It is being the arms of God to hug someone, the hands of God to feed someone, and the feet of God to walk with someone. It may sound boring, but when you change your view to look at it from the throne of heaven (God’s perspective), it is everything.

 

One Time Around

*Disclaimer: The events from this post happened indoors. No actual cars were present.*

“I’m driving!” yells Cupcake excitedly.

How old are you?

“This many!” with the same excitement, she throws up four fingers proudly.

You can’t drive.

“I’m just ‘retending!” She thinks for a moment. “How old do I have to be to drive?”

Sixteen.

“How long will it be until then?” she asks hopefully.

Twelve years.

“Twelve years!” she cries indignantly. “That’s a long time,” she says sadly as she walks away.

I pull her toward me and hold both hands in mine. I look in her eyes to capture her attention, Twelve years sounds like a long time, but it isn’t. Twelve years is going to go by fast. You only get one chance to be four. You need to enjoy being four because you won’t be four ever again. You’ll be five at your birthday. Then it will be your turn to be five. Enjoy being four.

She bounces away happily, and I wonder if any of this conversation will stick with her. I hope she enjoys being four. I would trade anything to be four again. Being four was awesome.

I don’t know “how many” you are, but you only get one turn at being that many. You may be looking at your past and thinking, How did I get here? Well, you can’t dwell on how you got here. This is where you are. Find ways to enjoy your age and where you are in life. You will never be here again. And you can be in a better place where you are RIGHT NOW, if you allow yourself to ENJOY IT.