R's rue

A grey and drizzly January day in a northern English city. What to do? After another morning trip to the local medical centre to have a vial of my blood extracted, I decided to catch a bus into the city centre to watch the midday screening of "The Brutalist". The film's running time is three hours and thirty five minutes with a fifteen minute intermission in the middle. To tell you the truth, I wasn't in the least bit daunted by the film's length. As long as it mesmerised me, as long as it drew me in and held my attention - the time wouldn't matter one hoot. Starring the brilliant Adrien Brody as László Tóth, a Hungarian-Jewish architect who  emigrates to America in the 1950s, the film's director was Brady Corbet who had a big hand in writing the script too. "The Brutalist" has received ten Oscar nominations - including "Best Picture". The title, "The Brutalist"  largely relates to the modern architectural style known as...

 Honestly, I’m exhausted. My body is holding up. Praise Hands. My mind is a wreck. I decided that in addition to morning prayers, I needed to pray about what I write here. It’s the first time it has occurred to me. Words have power, and I need to be honest, but careful in what I say. What I once prayed for with regard to this space, has exceeded my expectations.  When you ask God to give you a purpose, He does. With that comes responsibility and contemplation. I continue to write here because for the most part I enjoy it.  I find that God keeps me coming back each day to minister to you, but mostly to myself. When you ask Him to rid of worldly idols, you find out your own flaws and biases.  I’m also finding growing pains. It seems like I’m on my knees multiple times a day right now. I’m praying for myself and others. I’m so glad God doesn’t get tired of me. So right now, I need prayer to carry me. Right now, my mind can only process the present moment. My dreams an...