Showing posts from October, 2009
I love Halloween. Always have. I know there are many who dislike Halloween or are concerned about its themes, but for me it's always been about costumes and candy. When I was a kid in the '70s, the costumes were nowhere near as cool as they are today. They were basically cheap fabric and a cheap plastic mask. Now costumes are very sophisticated; one can easily cost $100 or more. Yikes.

The most fun costumes were those we made at home. When James was little, Christy made him a Woody costume from Toy Story. When I was in college, I went to a party dressed as a tree-I bought a body suit, covered it in pieces of masking tape all over, and coated them with brown shoe polish. A wreath of branches around my head. I could not bend my knees or elbows. I thought it was pretty cool. No one else did. Then again, my buddy went to the party as a vampire bunny. The tree was better.

I love the whole idea of "dress up," Halloween or not. It can be lots of fun to be som…

A Walk in the Woods

I spent a couple of days away from home last week, attending the annual North Texas Conference Clergy Retreat. It's always a great time of fellowship and relaxation, catching up with colleagues, enjoying a peaceful 48 hours. Everyone's favorite time is Tuesday afternoon, an unstructured five or six hours. Some golf, others fish, others horseride, some nap.

During my time I went on an extended walk. I decided to go off the beaten path for awhile and explore. I had a schedule to keep-- I was planning to drive in to Sherman to see an afternoon movie-- but as I walked through the trees, unsure of where I was going, I didn't worry so much about my watch. As I explored, I listened to music. One song was pretty loud, my heart started pounding, and soon I was running through the trees. No path. It was absolutely joyful. The moment passed quickly, and soon I faced a dead end. Not wanting to be lost forever, I retraced my steps, got back to the road, found my car, and mad…

a little wildness can be a good thing

i saw where the wild things are on monday. i was very excited-- i loved the book, read it to james and miles all the time, and the trailers looked so good. lots of running through the forest with music playing. those two things go well together: music and running through the forest. brings up ideas of freedom and joy. in fact, the trailer talked about hope as well as wildness.

how does one make a two-hour movie from a child's storybook? there are only a few sentences to work from! we learn that max lives with an older sister and his mom-- his dad is either divorced or dead. max is very alone and angry. he builds an igloo with snow pushed away from the street by a snowplow. when the older kids across the street come home he attacks them with snowballs. the kids overwhelm max, destroy his igloo, and his sister does not help. angry, max trashes claire's room.

mom comes home from work, tired and overwhelmed. the job is not going well. she has a date over for dinner. m…

you've got a friend in me

i have had toy story on the brain for some time now: i mentioned its release in 3-d in my easter sunday sermon "living in 3-d" (james and i saw it together last friday-- it's awesome!) and the following article appeared in the september edition of our church newsletter:

Recently I noticed James' old Buzz Lightyear costume hanging in the laundry room. When James was smaller, the Buzz costume could have counted as his skin. He was in that thing all the time (by the way, you know who Buzz Lightyear is, right? You've seen Toy Story, right??). He would wear the costume inside the house. And outside. In August. It would be stuck to his body. Everywhere James was to be found, it was a good bet he was in that costume. The costume has been waiting a couple of years for Miles to grow into it. I can imagine it longing to be worn again, running through the house fighting evil. Today Miles slipped it on, and it fit. He was so excited. This was the legendary Bu…