A Part of the Machine!

I went to the movies tonight with my 15 year old daughter, we saw Hugo. The movie had great reviews and we wanted to see something so we saw Hugo. This was definitely a "chick flick" that I wouldn't see without a chick encouraging me to go. The movie deserved great reviews. It was definitely not a stereotypical American film. There were no car chases, no explosions, no cussing, and no sex. There was a strong story with twists that were unexpected and made you feel when you finished. After watching it we realized that this was a film, not just a movie. I really expect it to be an award winner. (best chick flick of the year!!)

In this movie it had a guy that fixed machines. He said when he looks at the city it looks like a machine, and machines don't come with any extra parts. Think of it, you don't find extra parts for machines, until you take one apart and try to put it back together again and you find a couple of parts left over. I remember the first time I heard the same sort of thing when I was at church camp, they said God doesn't make "crap" so we are all important. When I was 17 I worked at a Young Life camp for a few weeks. It was interesting the way I got to work there, the week before I arrived I was told there was an opening even though most people that work there had to apply 6 months in advanced. I had a lot of fun working in the camp. I worked in the dining room and we got close to each other. That was the year that the men's style was to wear cut off shorts with boxer shorts showing and inch longer than the shorts. It was really weird, but not as weird as the style now when the guys wear their so low that their butt is exposed. I remember that summer was when I really tried to find the reason I was here. What made me so I wasn't an extra part in this world? I thought about the time I was supposed to die. I was hit by a car and was in a coma for a week. A week later I was out of the hospital. I thought about the reasons I was kept alive. I thought about the lives I affected over the years, maybe I was a fix-it guy like the one in the movie. Maybe I am here to help fix problems with lives and emotions. I think we will all find our reason to be here. It isn't really important that you find the reason, just to know there is a reason. Well, I gotta get up soon so I can run the Turkey Trot (even though it is supposed to rain!).