The Rabbit Room

A very heartening discourse with great picture words. Being a country gal years ago and loving being in nature this spoke to me in many ways. You also poked at my heart!

Plain obedience. How dreadful, but how wonderful. My yoke is easy, and my burden is light. I love it, Adam.

“Boredom is the blank space where attention is cultivated, the marathon track upon which our minds learn to breathe properly and endure strain. If we don’t appreciate the quietude and lack of stimulus, we’ll never acquire the ability to work through it.”
My jaw dropped to the ground when I read those counterintuitive words.
To cast (or recast) boredom into a POSITIVE light…..
As a prelude for something that is ultimately enriching for the soul…..
Whoa Nelly.
You are zigging, Mr. Whipple, while the rest of the world zags.
I would love to hear you expand on this.
PhiL >^•_•^<

I can’t lie, the title straight up hooked me. And the prose reeled me into the end. A well-written piece of advice. Thanks, fellow Adam.

Amen, brother. Amen to it all.

My mom went through a Riverdance phase when I was a kid, and I heard the cassette many times in the car as she drove me from wherever to wherever. I was pretty insensitive its beauties even at that should-be-tender age, but this particular song always held me for the duration. I didn’t know its name until now, and of course I still can’t follow any of the technical musician language, but know perfectly the plaintive note you refer to, the one that gave me chills every time. It’s a song worthy of being played in an abandoned quarry in the dead of winter, and it braces me to know that someone is lifting up the lament for us all.

Adam, have you recorded this? I’d love to hear your version on pennywhistle. If not, we’ll all have to find a good spot at hutchmoot. Maybe down by the Harpeth.

“Of course there was a hammer. In the story of Death dying, there’s always a hammer.”
Phenomenal, my man. I had much the same experience in my viewing, especially in regards to the comic book cheapening of death and being glad for the ways this film avoided that.
Can’t wait to share!

Thank you for this. I found myself at the pivotal death in the movie (trying to tiptoe around spoilers) hoping that this one would be permanent, and wondered at myself. I’m glad to not find myself alone and for your reading out of some of why that might be.

“Of course there was a hammer. Whatever it meant to the Russos, I cannot but remember that, in the story of Death dying, there is always a hammer.”
I too stayed waiting for a post-credit morsel that never came, and heard the hammer but didn’t think too much of it – certainly didn’t take it that direction. That shiverated me, bro. Great essay.

great post! I choose JOY!

Thanks for a good reminder that we need to enjoy the joy all around us. I have smiled every time I’ve thought of your Mr Brunson enjoying his dancing. Thank you!

Love this! We have a little girl with special needs in my daughter’s ballet class and watching her fight to overcome has been a blessing to me. Beauty is definitely in the unconventional!

And her voice! The only thing I can compare it to is when I was wheeled into an operating room, scared and cold in my hospital gown. Then a nurse heaped warm blankets on top of me. Her voice is like that feeling.

Are you guys planning to carry this one in the store?

Wow… the grace that permeates this piece is amazing. There’s not the slightest hint of bitterness or defensiveness. Just honesty and grace. Grace for yourself and for your neighbor. A willingness to be misunderstood because of a bedrock in Christ. Humility, and courage. Thank you for your honesty and for giving us a glimpse into your humanity. It helps us understand you and others like you, even as it reminds us that we’re not so very different.

This is great, Adam. Thank you.

Matthew, to be perhaps even more incisive, the thing I remember most from being a young kid in a little Baptist church is the architecture. The carpet was blood red. CSI blood red. Above us was a labyrinth of dark woodwork that absorbed a good deal of the light. We literally seemed to stand upon the blood of Jesus beneath a cloud of unknowing.