“Old Fashioned”: A Movie Review

old-fashionedI have read a lot of blog posts recently about the blockbuster movie “50 Shades of Grey.” I never read the books, I don’t plan on seeing the movie. I have read a lot fewer posts on the movie “Old Fashioned.” In fact, I’ve only read one, and what that one writer had to say was that most “Christian” movies are “painfully” bad.

I have to disagree.

Whereas I agree with some of points the writer was making (you can read the post here), I thought that “Old Fashioned” did more than just give us a treacly story that spouts Christian doctrine to an audience in need of salvation (my words, not the author’s). The blog post author calls it a “response” to “50 Shades,” but I disagree. I think it stands on its own without apology.

“Old Fashioned” is the story of Clay and Amber, 2 diametrically opposed 20-somethings both fighting their own demons. Clay seems to be trying to prove something by setting relational standards for himself that others find odd and restricting. He refuses to be alone with a woman who is not his wife; he doesn’t believe in dating; he won’t kiss his future wife on the lips until they’re standing before the preacher. Some might think that’s how moral, God-fearing young men should act, but for Clay, his convictions don’t seem to have their root in a relationship with God, but rather a desire to excise his personal demons.

Amber, on the other hand, is a fun-loving young woman who keeps a big jar on top of her refrigerator into which she puts all her cash. Why? Because as soon as it’s full, she knows she has enough for gas money to leave again. She’s lived in 14 states in just a few years. Some might call her a free spirit. But she’s really just someone deathly afraid of forming lasting bonds that will some day cause her great pain.

Is “Old Fashioned” a poorly made movie? Is the overtly Christian message offensive? Looking beyond the obvious to catch the underlying themes is what discerning movie goers and readers really want, and I think what’s below the surface in “Old Fashioned” would satisfy any who are willing to look. Could the movie just be written off as a sanitized version of a titillating rival? It could, but I think that does it a grave disservice. Is the acting top tier? Probably not. I didn’t recognize any of the names.  But I cried, and I laughed, and I loved the way the movie made me feel throughout. From the feisty old aunt to the misogynistic friend to the flower shop owner who just wants to find love, the characters in the movie are believable.

I’m no film critic, but I know what I like, and “Old Fashioned” fits the bill. Even my husband, who is more of the action-adventure-the-more-explosions-the-better type of guy, liked it. So that’s got to tell you something.

4 Tips For Helping Teens Find Financial Health

Trying to teach a teenager about handling money is like trying to teach a toddler to share his toys. It can be done, but it doesn’t come naturally. I have one son who is a saver and one who is a spender. Luckily, it’s the spending one, my senior, who has the job. When he saw his W-2 recently and realized how much he had made, and yet had nothing to show for it but the food in his belly and the accessories for his air soft guns, he realized that he had a little work to do in the budgeting category.

Teaching our kids how to handle money is a life skill that is absolutely invaluable. Here are 4 tips that I believe every parent should know.

IMG_41101. Start early. We began giving our children a small allowance when they were very young, I would say school age. I got them little plastic storage boxes that had 3 drawers. One said “give,” one said “save,” and one said “spend.” Right off the top they had to put 10% in the “give” and “save” drawers. Then, when a few dollars had accumulated, they would take the cash out of their “give” drawer and put it in the offering box at church. This simply became a habit from that time on. The “save” category could be used for big things, like a bike, or an iPod, or a hamster. If you missed the “early” part, it’s never too late to start. Any money coming to them from any source can be budgeted this way.

2. Model budgeting. As we know if we read the financial pages, credit card debt is a huge problem in America. It’s imperative that we teach our kids early how to avoid that deep, dark hole. My senior asked me recently when I thought it would be a good idea for him to get a credit card and start building up a credit history. My answer to him was that he needed to stay in his budget for several months first. We buy everything we possibly can on our Discover™ card so that we can earn Cashback Rewards™, but we always pay off the bill fully each month. We even put our new roof on Discover! That allows us to supplement our entertainment budget with gift cards. When our kids ask for something, they know I’m going to check whether that’s in our budget or not. They’ve seen it modeled their whole life. We started out our married life 24 years ago using Ethan Pope’s Money Allocation Plan. I highly recommend it. It’s basically the envelope system, but I just do it electronically.

3. Give them the tools. I’m kind of a tech geek, so I have a budget app on my iPhone that syncs with the program on my Mac. When my sons started high school and got their first cell phones (yes, we waited until they were in high school), I had them get the same app I have so that I could help them. I also started giving them the money each month to buy their own clothes and toiletries and whatever else they wanted. They were in charge of that amount each month. We still paid for anything relating to school, but everything else they had to budget. Now, I coach them along in balancing that budget and making sure everything stays straight.

4. Give them the freedom to learn—and possibly fail. Since my senior is a spender, he had a very hard time staying in his budget. If he wanted to grab something to eat, he simply did it. He never took the time to look at whether that was in his budget or not. He wanted to order something for his air soft guns, he just did it. No matter how much we had given him the tools and modeled it for him, ultimately, the decisions were his. When he said he wanted a laptop late last year and asked us if we would get him one for his birthday, Christmas or graduation, we told him we would help, but he needed to save for it. We would match whatever he saved. Then I showed him how, in 13 months, he had spent more than $1300 on food. I said, “There’s your laptop. You ate it.”

When shown on paper how much he had spent just because he didn’t want to make lunch at home, he realized he needed to do what we had originally said: make a budget and stick to it. He doesn’t want to live at home while he’s going to college, but he knows he’s going to have to, a. earn more than he’s earning now and b. be a much better budgeter.

I’m not in charge of his finances anymore, and he’s 18 so he can go get a credit card without my approval, but hopefully he’s learned enough now to know that making good decisions now will help with his financial health in the future.

Five Near-Birthday Observations

Birthday-Cake-With-Candles-10I’m 2 days away from my 53rd birthday. And I’m OK with that.

I’m sitting on my back porch this late December morning, in 70+ degree weather, remembering the gathering of 50 friends I had around me for my 50th. It’s hard to believe it’s been 3 years. Wow. Time does fly; it’s not just an old adage.

My eldest turned 18 2 days ago, and I’m OK with that, too. It doesn’t make him a different person. It doesn’t make me less his mom. His journey to manhood keeps going.

And my journey continues as well. Here are a few things I’ve learned along the way of my 53 years.

1. People come and go from our lives all the time.

It’s a smaller world now than it used to be. We have text messaging that puts us in touch with people instantly. We have Facebook, which gives us a glimpse into their lives. But sometimes, we just have to let people go and be thankful that we got to spend a little time with them anyway.

2. Age doesn’t mean a thing when it comes to friendships.

I have friends who are in their 80s, I have friends who are in their 20s. Since I had my kids a bit later in life, the majority of moms I hang out with are a lot younger than I. I may not be as hip as they, but they keep me feeling younger than I really am.

3. Faith is not a feeling.

I am going through a highly annoying health issue right now associated with menopause, and it has caused me a lot of stress and anxiety. But one thing I have said over and over is that I would rather have Jesus and this issue than no issue and no Jesus. No issue with Jesus would be ideal, but if that never happens, can I be content? If I don’t feel like God is even listening, does that mean He’s not? If God’s character was based on my perception, than He wouldn’t be much of a God. He’s a lot bigger than how I feel.

4. I really and truly am not in control.

There’s a saying: “Man makes his plans and God laughs.” I think God does a lot of chuckling when He’s listening to me. I like to have things planned out. We take a trip, I like to know where we’re stopping along the way. I want to know where my kids are and what they’re doing. I want to be in the know for anything that’s going on around me. But you know what? That’s not how God wants me to live my life. He is in control and if things don’t go the way I think they should, that’s because He’s got something better in mind. Boy, that’s good head knowledge; now if I could just put it into practice.

5. Last but not least, there is no hope for this world apart from Jesus.

A day does not go by that we don’t hear about some terrible tragedy or another. People dying, evil dictators torturing their detractors, planes mysteriously disappearing from thin air. Evil seems to be rampant and taking over the world. And there is no hope for it aside from Jesus. You can’t legislate morality and you can’t expect anything to get better if people’s hearts remain unregenerate. Protests, laws, micro-management are not going to help. Only Jesus.

So, 53 years are almost in the books. There are many more lessons to be learned.  What are some of the truisms you’ve learned on your journey?

 

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The Gift or the Giver?

What if on Christmas morning that gift that you’ve been longing for is under the tree? What would it be for you? The latest technology? The keys to a new car? That outfit you’ve been admiring in the store window?

What if, when you opened that gift, you said thank you to the giver, but then didn’t acknowledge him the rest of the day? What if, in the days and weeks to follow, whenever you talked to him, you just asked him for more stuff? You wouldn’t have much of a relationship with him, would you?

What if, instead of a gift under the tree, you found that person simply wanting to spend time with you? Would you be satisfied? Would it be enough simply to be with him? After all, you have let him into your life. You’ve told him you love him. If he never gives you the things that you want, but is always there by your side to listen, love and care for you, would that be enough?

I think that’s how I’ve been treating God lately. There are so many needs; not just my own. I have friends who have great concerns that I have promised to pray for. I have one nagging health issue that I really want to go away. So that’s what I’m asking for. But I’m not asking God to simply be with me, to enfold me in His arms and to keep me safe from the attacks of the enemy that would tell me God must not really love me if He keeps letting me experience this trial.

What do I really want, the Giver or the gifts He might give? Do I want heaven because of what it means to be there? No more tears, no more pain, streets of gold. Or do I long for heaven because it means perfect communion with God?

Today I am singing along: “All I want for Christmas is You.” Won’t you join me?

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The Advent

104_0443 - Version 2I have been absent for awhile. I have no excuse. Sometimes I think I just get in a writer’s funk. I don’t feel like I have anything to say that anyone wants to hear. So I stop talking. Discouragement comes easily as I look at stats and wonder if my words mean anything to anybody. The thought runs through my head, “Is anybody out there?”

For 400 years, the people of Israel thought God was silent. There had been no prophets speaking His words. Thing was, though they couldn’t—or wouldn’t—hear Him, He was still at work. The stage was being set for the ultimate Word that would be shared with the world.

If you’re like me, when you’re reading your Bible, you skip over all those names in the geneologies, but they represent the behind-the-scenes work that was being done in preparation for the Word becoming flesh. Adam to David to Mary, the mother of Jesus, the Word of God who came and dwelt among us.

When I’m silent, it doesn’t mean I have nothing to say, it means that I’m not taking the time to think and listen and write. Most of the time when I’m silent, it means I’m too busy.

When God is silent, it’s like the darkness before the dawn. There is movement, we just can’t see it. Or maybe we could if we studied the sky in the east. Maybe the problem is we’re just not looking in the right place. We’re not quiet enough to hear.

Stop. Listen. Do you hear the sounds of His coming?

He’s coming.