The Mom saw the movie “Water” last night, about widows in India–they are shut away in a special “home”, and have to live a life of denial (aren’t allowed to eat fried foods or sweets, have to wear a white robe and their head shaved, etc.). Many of them had been married when they were 7 or 8 years old, and had been there since they could remember! (The Ghandi reforms were just starting.) The story, the music, cinematography–very provocative.
And here are some provocative words we’ve been saving to share with you, from good ol’ Max:
“For thirty-three years he would feel everything you and I have ever felt. … His feelings got hurt. His feet got tired. And his head ached.
To think of Jesus in such a light is–well, … It is much easier to keep the humanity out of the incarnation. Clean the manure from around the manger. Wipe the sweat out of his eyes. Pretend he never snored or blew his nose or hit his thumb with a hammer. … There is something about keeping him divine that keeps him distant, packaged, predictable.
But don’t do it. For heaven’s sake, don’t. Let him be as human as he intended to be. Let him into the mire and muck of our world. For only if we let him in can he pull us out.”