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how closely should we cling to God?

so i finally saw the movie Kick-Ass 2 and it got me thinking about John 15 from the Bible, the part where Jesus says abide in Him for without Him we can do nothing. 

and you remember the van scene more than halfway through the movie? it got me really thinkin about it...

we need to abide in God the same way ChloĆ« Grace Moretz' character, Hit Girl, gripped onto the van roof by her fingers through the bullet holes: to cling to God the same way, like your life literally depends on it. 


you let go of God, you will fall off the van, and you will get run over by oncoming cars of life. cars that don't care about you. cars that cannot save you. only those bullet holes through which your fingers cling can save you. in the metaphor, God is the van and it's being driven by Him and you're not in control; the bullet holes in the van roof are His words, the Bible. saving your life is making sure you stay holding on to God's words, clinging to the van, no matter what. like your life literally depends on it. in other words, FIGHT FOR LIFE.


we may not think of it that way, that our life literally depends on God, because for some reason a part of us is secured in the idea that we will wake up tomorrow morning and everything is going to go the way we want it, but the truth is, we don't know that. tomorrow could be your last day. we know nothing except God is true and He is the only way to life, He is the truth of life, and He IS Life. any other way outside of God, i.e. Life, leads to death, a death that our eyes may not be able to see but our souls experience in a deep, world-transforming way.

anywho...

it's a seriously violent movie, but...ya know, there are life lessons on what to do and what not to do in everything, even a movie about superheroes. 

ESPECIALLY a movie about superheroes.

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  1. Love this.
    But my satirical mind is asking, "Why can't God just pull over and let me ride shotgun with Him?"

    MB: keturahskorner.blogspot.com
    PB: thegirlwhodoesntexist.com

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