Church and the Movies.

I hate going to church alone. I love going to the movies alone. On Sunday, I merged the two and went to The Meeting House. And you know what? I actually had a pretty great time. Of course, being the single girl all alone, the sermon would naturally be "Sex and Singleness." I have a lot of respect for a sermon that opens with the song "Let's Talk About Sex," and, in the course of the teaching, includes the phrase "crushing of testicles" without once sounding glib or immature. Yeah, Bruxy rocks. And for the first time since arriving in Toronto, I feel like my friends would actually enjoy themselves. Or at least not get the creeps. I guess the whole "church for people who aren't into church" thing is true. It was packed. And since the sermon was a part of a series, I'll be back next week. It's so refreshing to be enthusiastic about church again. And no, not just because it's about sex, people. Sheesh.

As someone who spends quite a bit of time at the movies, it was pretty powerful to be worshipping God in a theatre. It sort of put things in perspective for me; It's about God, not movies and dreams and Jake Gyllenhaal's eyebrows (see below). In fact, lately I've come to the realization that I could give it all up. I could drop the life I'm currently living/dreaming of in a heartbeat and follow God's leading anywhere. I just want to be where God wants me and who He wants me to be. Nothing else.

And then I hung around and saw Zodiac (which has nothing to do with astrology, for those who are anti-horoscope). It's long but completely worth the numb butt. There's something very intriguing about a film that's based on case files. Yes, case files. It's a true story that's never really been resolved, so the film can't go there. Highly recommended. Not scary, but captivating. And do I really look like Chloe Sevigny? I guess if my hair was long, blonde and stringy...