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“Watch and pray so that you don’t fall into temptation. For the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” ~Matthew 26:41
In pondering Jesus’ words, it occurred to me that he doesn’t say, “Don’t be tempted.” Why? Because temptation happens–we will be tempted (even Jesus was). Instead, he says, “Watch and pray so that you don’t fall into it.” I had to laugh. Suddenly it wasn’t forbidden fruit I pictured, but dog poop. Now, when I pray Matthew 26:41 (roughly fifty times a day), I think:
“Hey, temptation happens, but you don’t have to step in it!”
Our world on the brink of survival
And then there’s this…
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” ~L.M. Montgomery
The best version of the future is in the past, and its name is Steampunk.
At age 5, I saw the movie 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, and fell in love with the Disney version of the Nautilus submarine, and with the science-fiction of Jules Verne. Later, at the ripe old age of 9, I saw the movie version of The Time Machine and had recurring dreams about the titular device from the H.G. Wells novel. In my 20’s, I actually had a chance to buy the movie prop, and am still kicking myself for not doing so! Those two movies introduced geeks like me to the future as envisioned by Victorian sci-fi pioneers, and set the stage for an alternative universe of collectible models, art, and even functional devices called steampunk! So geek out with me for a few and enjoy this trip… Back to the Future, 19th century-style.
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Give and You Will Receive
Knowing and doing aren’t the same thing. In my last Experiment in Becoming Human, I wrote about ceasing to try and get something from others, and being set free to give. “In quietness and confidence shall be your strength,” God’s promise told me, His love was all I needed. But living out that promise is another thing.
So once again I prayed. God’s silent-but-certain voice answered, “You’ve been focused on the what. Now focus on the how.”
Over and over again, Jesus tells us to give others the thing we want. It’s a paradox (to us, not to God). And yet, strangely (to us, not to God), the only thing we really have to give to others is the thing we want. The core thing, that is, not “I want a Philly cheesesteak, so I’ll give you one,” but the thing we really want.
And the thing I really want from others (I’m embarrassed to admit) is their attention, to be appreciated and understood, which tells me I’m accepted and loved. And therein lies the challenge, the how. Jesus tells us to think in reverse. We think, “If they earn my attention, I’ll give it to them.” But Jesus says, “No, give it first.” We think, “If they stop being my enemy, I’ll love them.” But Jesus says, “No, love them first.” Not only does He insist on this, He tells us it’s the essence of Life with a capital L, the thing that is so desperately missing in our world.
The first time I ever tried to ski, the instructor told me to lean forward. But every nerve in my body told me to lean backward. So I leaned backward, and again and again I fell backward. Still, I thought, “Once I’m a skier I’ll be able to do it.” “No,” the instructor said, “do it and then you’ll be a skier.”
So my new how, my challenge, when every nerve in my body is telling me to to lean backward and make others listen to me, is to lean forward and listen to them.
There’s a famous two-part illustration which you may have heard, but it bears repeating: In the first part, a vision of hell, people are sitting around a lavish banquet table with spoons attached to their hands. But while their spoons can reach the food, the spoons are too long to reach their mouths. In the second vision, a vision of heaven, the same scene appears, paradoxically. Only this time, the diners have learned…
To feed each other.
“Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and still running over, will be poured out into your lap. For the measure you give is the measure you will receive.”
My Featured Blogger this week is the author/s of the blog site Diamonds in Dark Places. My lack of clarity in identifying said author/s is that I’m unsure who she/he/they may be. From a little espionage (reading their posts), I gather that more than one person is involved, possibly family members from more than one generation (kids are mentioned from both parental and grandparental perspectives). So, forgive my vagueness and press on…
Because these “Diamonds,” strive admirably to do just what their site title implies, bring the light of truth and humanity into the darkened places of our world. Their compassion and insight are consistently compelling.
Read on and you’ll see.
“My dad will help you.”
It was the second time in as many days that my two-year-old granddaughter had uttered this sentiment. “My dad will help.” Her dad, unfortunately, was in Hawaii vacationing with my daughter, which was why I was there in the first place, battling—and losing to—the Diaper Genie. The first time she’d said it, was the evening before while we read bedtime stories. The little pig in the book was clearly distraught, tears shooting in great arcs out of both his eyes.
“Aww, he’s sad,” I narrated. “His kite is stuck in the tree.”
She met my sympathetically woeful expression with reassurance. “My dad will help him.”
Now, sitting there amidst Genie parts, a “diaper sausage,”1 and a long string of unused bags, her repeated message led me through frustration into contemplation. My train of thought flowed something like this: Wow, my son-in-law is an…
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Seven years ago, in the fall of 2013, I met a man who altered my life forever. Mike, a producer and fledgling screenwriter, had spearheaded the formation of a production company called St. Michael Movies. And now they were casting their second feature film Promises to Keep. Since the main character was a devout Catholic based on Mike himself, Mike took an intense interest in getting the casting right.
I came in second, and was cast in a smaller role. But two days into production, after seeing the lead actor’s performance in a particularly crucial scene, Mike stopped production! “He doesn’t believe what he’s saying,” Mike told the film’s stunned director, “but that other guy, What’s-his-name, does.”
I was “What’s-his-name.” And it was true. I’m not a Catholic, I’m just a garden variety Jesus-follower. But the character Jonathan struck a chord with me. And yes, I did believe what I said in the auditions.
So I was re-cast in the lead role, and a few days later production resumed. It was invigorating and terrifying to begin playing, with minimal prep time, a character who had roughly as many lines as Hamlet. Mike was new to screenwriting, and so, although he wrote good dialogue, he wrote too much (it was trimmed down during editing). But we got there. And in the process I came to know Mike, who I often teased for being “more Catholic than the Pope.”
I struggled with one scene, in particular, in which my character prays for the leading lady’s soul by saying the rosary all night. I had to find a way into his inner life—because that’s what acting is all about. The key, I discovered, was that, where I’m inclined to “just talk to God,” Catholics tend to express their faith through what I call “the two S’s”: symbols and sacraments.
I did find a way in, fortunately, and gave an honest and heart-felt performance, I think. In the process, I came to love Jonathan, and Mike too (although our relationship has been tumultuous at times). And, while I’m still not a Catholic, the two S’s do play a larger role in my faith these days.
A year later, Mike shocked me by allowing me to become the first non-Catholic (and first non-him) to write a feature film for St. Michael Movies.
Healing River, starring my gifted leading lady from Promises to Keep, Christine Jones, became my first feature film as a writer-director-producer. It’s also Amazon Prime’s top-rated inspirational movie this year.
Is Promises to Keep perfect? No, but it has a tenderness and endearing earnestness rooted in the real-life character of Mike himself…
The man who altered my life forever.
Thought for the Week
We were created to be conduits of grace. God doesn’t just rain down grace from the heavens, he distributes it to others through us. Why? Because he wants us to be like him. And if his grace doesn’t flow through us, we never will.
“Let your light so shine before others that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” ~Matthew 5:16
“When you, a mere human, pass judgment on others and yet do the same things as they do, do you think you will escape God’s judgment? Or do you disregard the riches of His kindness, tolerance, and patience, not realizing that God’s kindness leads you to repentance?” ~Romans 2:3-4
“This is my house, and I have to defend it!”
~Kevin McCallister (Home Alone).
Last weekend, while blowing leaves into pleasant little piles, I was assaulted by a group of mini-kamikazes known as yellow jackets! A week later, I was still treating my arm for the itching hives left by three tiny warriors who simply wouldn’t let go of my arm. After smacking them multiple times, while screaming like a high-strung goat, I finally managed to crush them en masse.
Sure, I respect their laugh-in-the-face-of-death tenacity, but this is my house (and my body) and I have to protect it! So I did some research. It turns out yellow jackets, who are sometimes mistaken for benevolent bees, are quite the opposite. In fact, they often attack bees and wipe out entire hives. But they hate fall weather, when the bees begin to hibernate. So they work out their anger issues by causing hives–on humans!
Last night, my wife and I waited until dark, when they’d retreated to their underground headquarters to plot world domination (starting with our house). And then, as she pointed a flashlight at their den entrance, I got down and covered it with a heavy glass bowl. Almost instantly, they began flying up into the bowl. Trapped!
“Hah-hah!” I shouted. “Die, you evil, bee-eating–!”
“Uh, honey…” my wife interrupted.
“They’re flying out from under the edges!”
“Nooooooooo!” I shouted as she and I whacked them off my hoody. We ran into the house, screaming a two-goat duet.
Wrong. The moment we got inside, I felt needles piercing me in multiple places. As I ripped off my hoody, three flew out from inside it. Trudy grabbed the fly swatter and began chasing them down. I began stripping, sans pole and mirror ball, hurling my clothes to the floor (not very sexy). I peeled off my pants; four flew out of the pantlegs. I pried two off my throbbing neck, and threw them to the ground, delivering hot death.
“We die in battle to live in Valhalla!” their tiny warrior voices exulted.
But what was it with my ankles? I peeled off my socks and found three yellow jackets anchored there. Unlike bees, yellow jackets sting over and over again. Clinging with barbed feet, like reverse vampires they deliver as much venom to their victims as they can before being physically pried away!
My ankles and neck stung like &@!#*&%*! Once we were pretty sure we’d hunted down and killed the last of them (Trudy found still more in my discarded t-shirt, pants, and hoody), I treated my wounds with ice, antihistamines, and Netflix. And then I did research.
Tonight, the battle resumes. I found several useful tips, but as always, my primary source is the world’s leading expert on home defense, Kevin McCallister: