Last Friday, Lollie and I watched Spiderman 2. We thought it best to catch the 10:00 AM show. The cinema was filled with over-excited, popcorn feasting, noisy and adrenaline filled five-year olds. It was totally nuts. Next to me sat one of the specimens, in constant communication with his dad throughout the movie. The decibel level raised by the kids could only be rivaled by a school of fish underwater. It sounded like the great migration in the Serengeti!

The sequel proved to be pretty good, but there was definitely not as much action compared to Spiderman volume 1. The five-year olds served as a barometer for this. During the character development the kids would turn into restless phantoms, and their brains tried to reconcile the romance and emotion on screen with their five-year-old database. During one of the non-butt-kicking scenes one of the kids focused on Spiderman’s windowsill. “Mom”, he asked, “Why is the window so dirty and the wood so chipped?” For our young cinema goers the plot was just too thick or is it thin?

One jack-in-the-box, halfway through the movie could not stand to watch Spiderman’s identity crisis and his inner struggle any more. He ran to the front of the cinema and shouted with Braveheart intensity “Spiderman! Spiderman! Spiderman!” hoping, I think, to end the emotional chick-flick scenes and call his hero to action and resurrection.

The young man repeated his procedure three times throughout the movie. Lollie and I enjoyed it thoroughly! And then it dawned on me that in the Story of life, there are parts that I want to skip or fast-forward. Somehow I find scenes of the Director to emotional or not action-packed enough. Yet this fact remains: He is the Director and I am not.

The main character in this drama, to whom I’m a mere stagehand, will ignite the kingdom life, a fire, the Holy Spirit within you, changing you from the inside out.
– Luke 3 (Message)