Last night my kids were watching re-runs of Bruce Almighty. Then, it occured to me that some parties were against the show being screened here in Malaysia because they claimed it makes fun of God. How kids adored the parting of the red tomato soup ala Moses leading out the flocks from Egypt. Every time I serve red tomato soup, they will definitely try to part it.
Who can forget Bruce, the temp holding fort for ‘god’ granting every prayers, from lengthening the manhood to bigger busts? I love that show, can watch it over and over again.
Which brings us to Passion of Christ and how the show was banned initially and later approved for limited audiences only. And yet, The Da Vince Code sails through.
Talking about The Da Vinci Code, I noticed how many angsty teenagers are taking the opportunity to go all out to denounce the Jesus they knew by using the book. Reasons like, “the bible is fake, jesus got married, that man! etc etc’. How sad. I mean, if you wish to leave the faith, no one holds you back except your conscience. Why bring the Lord and thrashed Him in public? I wish I can have an inside look how you were brought up because I certainly do not want my own children to make fun of the Lord this way. Have you been pulled out of bed every single Sunday morning the day you were born, at the break of dawn to dress in starchy clothes and expected to follow the flocks without knowing Jesus?
Well, I just want some of you to know. If you know Jesus, don’t use the book and movie as an excuse to turn away. Jesus is a personal God to each of us, how we relate to Christ depends on how you, you alone, work on the relationship. No one can force you into any religion, not even your parents. We parents can merely nudge gently in the right direction and pray hard that our kids will turn out ok. We cannot bend them the way we want. In God, I trust. He is the potter, we are merely clays.
And yeah, I am a lousy parent when it comes to religious upbringing. How many lies have I told my fellow church members when I am being asked, “Where are your children?”. I cannot bear the look I received. The truth is they are in bed or out with their father or they gave excuses that school holidays mean no need to attend church. But I always am too embarassed to tell the truth so I said something like, “they have school camp, got something to do with their father, they were here yesterday”
But I always take comfort that they do pray when they need a parking lot or have a shop they wanted to go, open for them or pray to pass exam. And none of us are afraid of the ends of time. We wait for the glorious return of Jesus. And joked whether we have a cross or a 666 sealed on our forehead. You know, like cattles branded for the slaughter house?
Do you believe in the ends of time?