Blogging may be light for the next few days. A friend is coming to visit for the weekend. On the agenda is a trip to the fitness center and a soak in the whirpool; lunch at the Cheesecake Factory; some coffee and conversation; a drive through the Morton Arboretum; and, of course, church. Then on Monday my husband and I are sneaking away for an overnight to celebrate the anniversary that got lost in the mess that has been our life for the past month; our 16-year-old will be in charge at home. Good luck, honey! (We'll be in phone contact and less than 10 minutes from our house.)
I leave you, then, with this: if you are looking for something to do this weekend, go rent the movie Henry Poole Is Here. We saw it last weekend, and I highly recommend it. It's about a despondent young man who experiences a miracle in his back yard when the face of Christ appears in the stucco on the side of his house and people he knows start experiencing healing. To my confessional Lutheran friends: there is no decision theology here. The movie does not neatly wrap up with Henry deciding to believe and all being made well as a result (which would leave open the possibility that the change came from within). That's all I'll say, other than that there is a wonderful backyard water play scene that evokes baptism and that the movie is rated PG for a few bad words. There is a romantic storyline but there is no immoral behavior. It was refreshing.
Here's a trailer: