Click the title of the post to go to the trailer. Two observations:
1. I laughed. It looks funny. Maybe there are only 60 seconds of funny material in the movie, but that’s something.
2. Somebody back me up here: as the camera pans during the opening prayer, the very first guy you see on the non-uniformed team, very quickly, is the also present on the farm where Napoleon asks “Do the chickens have sharp talons?” Anybody?
(hat tip: A Motley Vision)
Yes, we’ve been remiss. No BOMBlogging since 1 Nephi, and it’s time to be finishing Alma. Truly sorry, everyone. There are several half-finished posts on the intervening books (you should see the doozy I half-wrote on Jarom, it’s AMAZING!), but I’m ready to just move on to the present.
So, here’s what I’ve learned from reading Alma: Mormon and Alma don’t think we are marionettes on a stage with two competing puppeteers vying for control. (Okay, actually nobody thinks that). What do they think we are? Two huge corporations vying for market share.
I hope you won’t mind a bit of Friday-induced levity. . .
As I’ve finally begun to feel accustomed to the ill-fitting costume of adulthood, I’ve noticed a new vulnerability to a kind of pessimism that has never tempted me before. Having spent the first 25 years of my life dreaming and expecting, I have come to the point where the dreams and expectations must be realized or discarded forever. You can guess which of those two outcomes is the more frequent.
I’ve never been a big dreamer. For whatever reason, one of the very most important dreams in my life is a house on a large, flat lot, enclosed somewhere among some mature trees and shrubs.
Music, like smells, can invoke memories and bring you back to a different place and time. I want to talk (type?) specifically about hymns that do that.
“Called to Serve†is an obvious one for mission memories, but for me, it brings me back to my pre-mission days. On Sunday evenings, my BYU ward (as seems to be tradition in all BYU wards) would gather in the apartment building lobby for ward prayer (consisting of a hymn, scripture, and prayer). It was a vaguely enjoyable 15 minutes. If I remember correctly, almost half the time the hymn “Called to Serve†would be selected.