Baby Eyed Faith

  
 I have always had strong faith. Faith just comes really naturally to me. That isn’t to say that I have not gone without struggles. And I find myself deep in doubt more often that I am comfortable admitting. But overall I am quick to grasp faith in God, his goodness, and his personal impact on both my eternal and temporal my well-being. But I know after countless conversations over the years that I am not necessarily the norm in the faith department.
Staring into our one month old son’s eyes last night I started thinking of this verse from Matthew’s gospel in a different way. 

And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. (Matthew 18:3 NIV)

My son Jonathan is a month old. This early in his development his vision is roughly 20/400. He sees nothing but a blur past the twelve to eighteen inch mark, and colors are largely something he will not even begin to appreciate for three more months. What does this have to do with faith?

Jon doesn’t have to scramble, cry, and worry for everything in his life, it is provided for him. He doesn’t have to fret for his safety and well-being. It is provided for him. All my son has to do is sit back and be. 

He just has to be my son. The very fact that he lives and breathes, that he is mine, bestows upon him the guarantee for protection and provision given to the fullest measure of my ability.

Even in my easy approach to faith there are moments of darkness. There is apparent blurriness. There are times when I do not have the answers and no answers seem forthcoming. Those are the moments when even walking by faith seems impossible. 

In those moments we must simply be. We must belong to the Father. We must realize that just being his guarantees us the fullest redemptive measure of provision and protection that is His to muster, which is all of it.

It’s yours. Just be His kid. 

That doesn’t guarantee you a steep bank account and a lavish life. But it is an unshakable eternal promise worth SO MUCH MORE.

Myth of the Great American Prizefight

  
Boxing once was a thing of gloriously brutal beautal. Two guys would enter the ring, and one guy would emerge a winner. No one won tonight’s bout between Floyd Mayweather Jr. and Manny Pacquiao except perhaps their bank accounts.

Prize fights are BIG business. Truckloads of money changed hands for this fight. But was it worth it? No. No it wasn’t.

The crowd was a who’s who of celebrity boxing enthusiasts. Twitter nearly exploded from the hype. And it was all for nothing. Floyd Mayweather Jr. “won”  a statistical victory. He won a financial victory. But boxing still loses.

It was a lame fight. It was boring in every respect. It was exactly what we have all deep down in our hearts come to expect from the world of pugilism. Long gone are the days of Ali’s “float like a butterfly, sting like a bee” and George Foreman’s telephone-pole jabs. I’d even take bat crap crazy Mike Tyson over this stuff. Now we have Mayweather. A guy who hits his wife more than his opponent and hugs his opponent more than his wife.

In the build up and hype it was hailed as the “fight of the century” and with a delivery like that it could very well be the final swansong in a long list of over-hyped under-delivered fight cards. It could be the last big fight of the century. A prizefight did indeed take place tonight, but it was not much of a prize, or a fight. It certainly wasn’t great.

Avengers: Age of Ultron [NO SPOILER REVIEW]

Total disclosure: I’m an absolute Marvel fanboy. I knew 18 months ago that this was going to be a movie I was going to love. My review of this film comes from a bias that’s been building issue by glorious spandex-clad issue for nearly 30 years. So if you’re looking for an objective review from a film critic you’re in the wrong place. However, if you’re looking to find out if this movie lives up to the expectations of a longtime Marvel-ite then keep reading.

It was fun. It was spectacle. It was special-effects. It was action wall-to-wall. It was not disappointing. This is the first true summer blockbuster of 2015 serving up super hero mayhem in its finest form.

In this film The Avengers are a team and they fight as a team. We get to enjoy the glorious spectacle of it all. And it’s kid friendly. Sure there are minimal curse words, but my son will easily hear worse on an average trip to the grocery store. This is not the dark little corner of the comic book movie universe where guys like Batman, Superman, and Daredevil hangout these days.

Director Joss Whedon handles each of the returning characters extremely well while bringing in several new ones. However, the real stars here in terms of sheer acting prowess are James Spader as Ultron and Paul Bettany as the Vision.

This movie was a ton of fun. It’s essentially the third Act of the Phase 2 Marvel films. As such, it is a wonderful payoff. It pays homage to all that came before and paves the way for a very interesting future in the Marvel movie world. I can’t wait to see it again with my wife.

In a word, Avengers: Age of Ultron was excelsior. What did you think? Let us know in the comments below.