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Don’t East Trash

I have no opinion on Halloween.

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Courtesy: Don’t Eat Trash – Jeremy

Hey, how are you?

Happy Halloween apparently. I don’t really know what it is because I grew up in Australia. A country on an island in the middle of the ocean, far far away from most. But, i did just watch Blood Diamond. An amazing film that shows how a civil war was fought by soldiers stealing children and retraining them into soldiers by shocking them with ultra violence. At the end of the movie the father character finds his brain washed son, who points a gun at his Dad.

The father stares into the eyes of this hurting, lost, violently brain washed boy and starts speaking truth into him.

“Dia, What are you doing? Dia! Look at me, look at me. What are you doing? You are Dia Vendy, of the proud Mende tribe. You are a good boy who loves soccer and school. Your mother loves you so much….. I know they made you do bad things, but you are not a bad boy. I am your father who loves you. And you will come home with me and be my son again.”

and it smashed me.

These are the words my father said without saying. I was and am his son. I belong with him. He said this in many ways, but he spoke it so often that even when I was bullied at school, even when i was a confused 19 year old who moved out of home, even when i moved to Sweden – the other side of the world…. before i left he told me he was proud of me and I am his.

I’ve never shot anyone. I’ve never been brain washed like in the movie, but… the truth my parents have always spoken over me has protected me and empowered me in so many different parts of my life.

I don’t write this to brag (much). But more to highlight the power of words and truth spoken. Yesterday I talked with one of my friends about how we sometimes believe lies spoken over us purely because there’s no reply to it.

If we are told we are dumb, and no one is telling us any different… then we must be dumb. If we are told we are ugly or worthless or going no where, we believe them… why wouldn’t we.

But this father in the film, and my father in my life constantly spoke truth. This kid was a good kid. Yes he’d shot people, but his father was calling him home, to belong, to be who he actually is.

To push the picture even further, this interaction is a perfect example of how God is with us. And how God craves to be intimate with us like a father to his child. Proud. Protective. Powerful.

God stares us in the face when we point a gun at his and, he doesn’t grab the gun, he doesn’t push us away like he could. He stays in our aim and starts telling us who we are, giving us room to be with him again, completely and instantly.

Try him out. Aim your gun at God and see what he says about you.

again, completely and instantly.

Try him out. Aim your gun at God and see what he says about you.