Da Vinci and Disney - could they have been friends?

I haven’t blogged, (would you believe that blogged is now in the Oxford English Dictionary! I was quite impressed by that. Genius I am!) in a wee while; not since coming back from the Motherland! Ha ha. Still painfully recovering from jet lag; Scotland is only 5 hours in front of New Jersey, but wow, it’s taken its toll on me.

Yesterday on my way to work, I called browneyedgirl, (my sister/mentor/pastor,) as her husband Al, (not a blogger, technically knowledgeable male, who loves gadgets and gizmos, but has the most incredible work ethic that he wouldn’t waste his time writing a blog for fun, he’d rather make a spreadsheet! Ha ha, love him!) is in England with his big sister. So while, running a corps, a house, I thought I’d be helpful and watch her “weans,” as soon as I used all the energy I had left for the day, I crashed! I was so far from helpful to the kids, they put themselves to bed.

Heather said, “What’s wrong with you? You are no fun today!” I was supposed to be playing Trivial Pursuit Disney, and was supposed to be whooping their bottoms, but I was laid out on the couch, only opening my eyes to play referee, and sometimes I didn’t even open them to do that, I just yelled from the couch, and lost the game!

Carole came home, and I was out. She had gone to see the Da Vinci Code. I have just finished reading it; it messed with my head. You ever read something, and have a feeling that there is something very sinister about it? I’m not talking head knowledge; I knew going into it that I had to view it as a pretty wee story, that some of it would insult my own faith; but throughout the book, I ended up praying protection over myself. I felt the same when I visited Salem, Mass. I did not have the knowledge or experience to know that I could take control of the situation, (thank Heavens for the wee things He teaches us, Amen! Seriously, He’s rockin’!) but I knew that there was something bigger than me. (I am not trying to demonize the Da Vinci Code, its author, or Salem Mass. I am just highlighting that for me, they were object and places that challenged my own faith, made me feel awkward in my own skin.)

Carole Jeanne and I got to talking, not like us; we are very quiet, un-opinionated women. ;) The Da Vinci Code is very thorough when it takes apart what we believe about Christ. Some of it, I am just not clever enough to even attempt to disprove. I leave that to smart people with the surnames Rader, Forster, Bussey and Ashcraft. I know He’s King, and while my certainty is not something that I would be able to articulate to convince the masses, “I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him for that day.”

And yes, I did use scripture that is reputedly fallible, (so are the people who are proposing the arguments!) You know what, if all of it is true, all of what they charge Christ with is true, I’m okay with that. I don’t know anyone who could do for me what Christ has done for me; if there is anyone, they never offered…