Showing posts from January, 2006


I’m perplexed when people say a movie needs to be blatantly evangelical in order to bring glory to God. Unless a character gets saved (i.e., prays the “sinner’s prayer”) and/or the gospel is explicitly defined, the movie is a waste—so they say. That vexes me. I’m terribly vexed. (Thankfully, these people weren’t in charge of creation. If they had been, every blade of grass would be stamped with John 3:16 or something.) That being said, I think the gospel was unnecessarily dumbed down in End of the Spear. Unlike a work of fiction, this story is based on true events. Nate Saint, Jim Elliot, Ed McCully, Peter Fleming, and Roger Youderian were real missionaries who were brutally killed while attempting to bring the gospel to the Waodani. I knew that going into the movie, and yet for the first thirty minutes of the film I was confused about what these men were actually attempting to do. (That they were missionaries and not just secular humanitarians was not clearly defined until later in t…

What makes a breakfast?

I just realized something…

I had a late breakfast at work. No omelets and Belgian waffles today. No, this time it was a bag of Tom’s Bar-B-Q Flavored Corn Chips and a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups (with Caramel) 2-pack. The realization? I don’t eat as healthy as I thought I did. Thank goodness my metabolism creates more energy than the sun.

Food for thought (pun intended). I'm starting to feel a little queasy... Ugh. High metabolism doesn't fix everything, I guess.

About that last post

The tribute to Leslie below, while 95% accurate, actually wasn't posted by me. Take a look at all those links—I don’t know how to do that (as I recently mentioned in my “Anxiety and Isaiah 6” post). A good friend of mine hacked into my blog. Interestingly enough, that friend was Leslie Bowden.

Now, to be fair: Leslie did a good job of posting stuff that I probably would have written—except for Franklin being the cutest dog in the world. Oh, and I really am not annoyed by Leslie. In fact, I think I annoy her more than she annoys me. It is largely because of my friendship with her that I came to Cornerstone. And Cornerstone has literally changed my life. So how could I thank God enough for Leslie Bowden? Her maturity in the Lord continually provokes me to grow in godliness.

And so Leslie has that dichotomy of being an hospitable hostess and an intrusive computer hacker. Talk about a well-rounded individual.

A little tribute

I'd like to take a break from my normal routine of blogging about he cinema and the study of God to blog about a friend. A very good friend. A friend who has changed my life and, indeed, help shape me into the man that I am today.

My friend's name is Leslie Bowden.

Things that you should know about Leslie:Leslie and I were camp counselors at Camp Westminster in Conyers, Georgia during the summer of 1999. Leslie always made me pitch her tents and start her camp fires on camp outs when we worked together. This heavily annoyed me. One time Leslie helped me feed the horses and sunk calf deep into a big pile of muck in the stables. She had a good attitude though and just washed the poo off of her feet. I don't think that she ever helped again. Leslie calls Wallaby Stew, Wampajaw Stew. I don't like it when she does this. Leslie was my favorite Senior Counselor Girl at Camp. Leslie used to yell at guys on the work crew because she found them to be immature and lazy. The guys o…

Not exactly breakfast in bed, but...

On the way to the radio station this morning, I happened to turn on the radio (imagine that) and discovered that the Bob Bell show (one of our morning talk shows) was about food. Not only that, but they were also making omelets and Belgian waffles in the studio. As I made the long drive to work (okay, just fifteen minutes), I had to listen to people eat and talk about how good the food was. I’m telling ya, I had to fight like crazy to not speed like a demon down I-40. When I arrived at the station a year later, I joined the show, ate an omelet and waffle, and got to share with the world how delicious it was.

I love my job.

Anxiety and Isaiah 6

On her blog, Holly Ritchhart recently posted a hymn entitled, “His Love Can Never Fail,” by E.S. Hall. I absolutely love it. The first stanza goes like this:

I do not ask to see the way
My feet will have to tread;
But only that my soul may feed
Upon the living Bread.
‘Tis better far that I should walk
By faith close to His side;
I may not know the way I go,
But oh, I know my Guide.

My prideful heart often does want to know the way my feet will tread. I may know my Guide, but I also want to “know the way I go.” Anxiety is a common fruit of this mindset, and yesterday I struggled with a particularly strong episode of anxiety.

Thankfully I had some free time in the afternoon, during which I found comfort in an unexpected place. As I was flipping through the pages of Isaiah, my eyes came across chapter 6. (Just to be clear: I’m not saying the Bible was the “unexpected place” of comfort—just this particular passage.)

Sometimes in seeking answers to specific questions, I find God giving me an answer t…

Singing isn't the only thing you can do in the rain

I left my apartment early this morning to meet with my accountability partner before going to work. After backing out of the parking space, I pushed down on the gas to move forward…and not only did I not go forward, but my ears were also met with a grinding/whining sound that can only be described as “unpleasant.” As it turns out, my front left tire was completely flat. “Mangled” is actually a better word. I’m not sure what caused the problem and I didn’t stick around to figure it out. After all, I had a schedule to keep and I didn’t feel like playing Sherlock Holmes in the rainy darkness of early morning.

In fact (to go off on a tangent for a moment), there’s something going on with the combination of rainy weather, my car, and me having trouble. Just last week, I was attempting to get my niece’s car seat in my car, hurrying through the process because it was raining. (Might I point out: hurrying in the rain is not a cool thing do to. You know the song, “Singing in the Rain” from the …

Persistent Repentance

Repentance is a genuine aspect of salvation. A heart truly affected by the gospel will not be left unaffected by its sin. But repentance doesn’t stop with regeneration; it is to be a vital part of the believer’s experience.

For much of my life, I have had a warped view of this doctrine. To me, repentance was looking at my sin with an attitude of, “How could I be like this? I know better than this. I am better than this. All right, I’ll try harder.” Such a mindset reveals legalism, not repentance. Too often, I have been more upset over my tarnished “track record” (which was tarnished from the outset of my existence) than the fact that I have violated the glory of God.

Paul explains that godly sorrow is different from worldly sorrow. Godly sorrow produces heartfelt repentance, which leads to genuine salvation, not to be regretted. The sorrow of the world, however, produces death (see 2 Corinthians 7:9-11).

God is showing me the need for what I’m calling persistent repentance. I like the wo…

King of cinema in 2005

Okay, so a new movie review for a film that's been out for a while isn't the greatest thing in the world. Well, the review isn't exactly new--I wrote it several weeks ago--but I couldn't have posted it earlier because I only created my blog today. Besides, it is only the beginning of 2006, and it wouldn't hurt for me to comment on what I think was the best film of 2005. Read on...

KING KONG (2005)

Even four days before King Kong opened, I had no interest in seeing the movie. The trailers completely failed to engage my interest. As an independent filmmaker (albeit, a fairly inexperienced one), I can’t watch movies without analyzing them to death. Very rarely do I come across a film that I consider both expertly created and thoroughly engaging. The hype surrounding King Kong failed to hype me up at all. But as I started hearing one rave review after another, and in the process learning a little more of the story (I’ve never seen any of the previous Kong flicks), I bec…

Blog etymology (so to speak)

A few notes about my blog title:

First, I am not attempting to make fun of the United States. On the contrary, I’m quite patriotic and a big fan of Abraham Lincoln. (Hence, the play on words.) In spite of her problems, the U.S. is a country blessed by the grace of God with innumerable freedoms and privileges.

Second, the word “scores” refers to music composed for movies. For the few thousand of us in the world who listen to film music, scores make up a fine musical genre worthy of our admiration and respect. Scores should not be confused with those deplorable “songs inspired by” collections. Those are not scores. Those are evil. If you want a good idea of what music sounded like before the Fall, listen to film scores. If you want a good idea of how the Fall affected music, listen to “songs inspired by” albums.

Every story has a beginning

I haven’t been the biggest fan of blogs, as they tend to both waste time and encourage narcissism. That and the fact that there are, like, a gazillion weirdoes out there—you know who you are (in fact, stop reading my blog!)—who gather others’ personal information for devious purposes. I don’t like being used for devious purposes. It’s rather…devious. So, I will not post my social security number, bank account details, blood type, and other personal information for all to view. If you want that kind of stuff, you’ll have to e-mail me. (Ha! Just kidding.) I have preferred message boards, in part because they involve more interaction with others.

Why start a blog now? For several reasons:

1) Everyone else is doing it

2) If I am to maintain my individuality in this world of blogging I must conform to the status quo

3) As a writer, I would like a convenient corner of cyberspace in which to hone my skills

4) As an independent filmmaker who likes to write, I’ve wanted a place to archive my musing…