Glory to Georgia's World Famous Nature Fridge containing Bacon

Leeper, you’ve come through on your promise. World of Glory has me thoroughly walking into trees. The film started, and all I could feel was fear, pity, and the question of why. It harkens back memories of what we learned of the Nazi death camps. Though at first disturbing the acting captured me, I found myself wanting to know more, and more about the narrator, despite the fact his every word was pain. It would be a lie that stretched far, and wide if I said I had a theory on one tenth of what this story means. Yet I think I may have something, In the beginning the people watched emotionless as the last of those to be killed climbed aboard the truck, as the door closed they would be unable to see as the light would be cut off, they then (we are to assume) died. The narrator went through the same thing, as he was blinded under the table, screaming unable to see we observe his death, his final screams end and as the light shines in he is gone, only the laughter of a mind gone remained. While people stood looking at death drive around, and around, the same sat drinking, watching a man die to heartache on the floor. Neither stopping destruction, nor caring whom it enveloped in its wings, maybe they would not even care if it was themselves dead on the floor of a truck, or in their own minds? After all the narrator didn’t seem to.

On a lighter note fridge was a bit more light hearted… Nobody died, so that’s tamer. The language, I was not a fan of, but it fit in a way. Despite the fact that everyone was a little bit wanting to kill each other they put their hate aside to save a life, even the teen guy that banged the fridge originally wanted to let the kid out.

These two I believe were the most central of the films we saw today, and were very powerful. The song Georgia Lee was a great tone setter so I shall begin there with its Chorus “Why wasn't God watching? Why wasn't God listening? Why wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?”. The thing that hurts is He was watching, and He was listening to the screams, and He was there, God could have stopped that car, or whatever it was that killed her. God could of let her live, God could have let the people in that truck live, or the families of the animals, but he didn’t. Why didn’t God stop them? Why does God let bad things happen to good people? That question is one of the most understanding reasons why people leave the faith. God has a purpose in every life, and every death, it may seem cruel of God, maybe even evil to allow this, and sometimes fallen world isn’t good enough an excuse, even if it is true. I struggled with this question at the age of 14 when I was diagnosed with cancer inside my knee which had just finished healing after 5 years of bone death. I was strong with God going in, and despised his very presence the treatment. Being in a hospital for children there were many faces of 10 year olds I saw on death bed’s, not the smiling kind in Hollywood, the kind that were just done living ready to die, their parents were always worse. I screamed at God in my heart asking why? I cannot know what work He is doing in the parents’ lives of those dead children, what amazing things He will do. I can see only a fraction of what He does in my own, and that’s enough to know His works are great.

 

Two great Christian thinkers who have devoted much of their life to the question of pain Ravi Zacharias, and John Lennox. Worth a look on YouTube.

 JL

 

 RZ