8 Seconds

I just watched this movie "8 Seconds". It is about this bullrider and it goes through his life and then he ends up dieing. It was the saddest movie I have ever seen. It made me so sad I hurt. I felt as if I was in the family. I had three large thoughts at the end of this movie.

Thought 1: Why do I watch movies and feel like I'm apart of their family? I know nothing of this family yet it irritates me when they do things I don't approve of and I wish I could get into the movie and tell them how what they are about to do will lead to greater consequences. But then I got to thinking. In the Bible someone said that Jesus' mother and brothers were looking for him and he pointed to his disciples and said aren't these my mother and my brothers. Anyone who does the will of my father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother. In another place it says Jesus looked at the people and had compassion on them because they were like sheep without a shepherd. So shouldn't I look at people with compassion and want to teach them and hold them as dear as a brother. How will they know how to be saved if noone tells them. How can they become my brother if I do not tell them how I became a part of the family of God. Even if I do not feel like I'm apart of their family, I want them to feel as though they are a part of mine.

Thought 2: Why does it take a sad movie to make me want to cry for lost people or make me want to make sure that I have been the best friend that I can be because I don't know if I'll see them again on this earth. I watched this movie and I was so sad I felt hurt in my stomache. I wanted this family to be able to go back to the moment before he died and say everything that they wanted to say, to tell him how proud of him they were, to tell them what he meant to them. But they couldn't, it was all over. I want to make sure I have told everyone how much I care and what they mean to me. So that I can be sure that if I am at their funeral I won't have any regrets on things I should have told them or should not have told them.

Thought 3: Jesus looked at the crowds of people and had compassion on them and he healed their sick. I don't think Jesus knew everyone in the crowd but he saw their suffering and it moved him. Compassion in the greek means to be moved as to one's bowels. To have such a love in you that when you see sick people it causes you a hurt or a pain in you very bowels, your very innerds. I think, My God, I walk by people in the mall in crutches, casts, wheelchairs, and walkers and instead of feeling compassion, I feel fear and want to walk away from them so God doesn't inspire on me to pray for them. I try to avoid them!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. I have to poke my self to see if I feel anything. Make sure I bleed and am still alive. I want to feel something! I want to be moved not only to tears but so that my entire being ACHES with love for them. Love conquers fear. Maybe its not that I don't have faith. Its that I don't have love! If I walk by people and don't feel anything for them, something is wrong! God move me! Psalms 119:136-"Streams of tears flow from my eyes, for your law is not obeyed" King David knew what is was to cry for lost people. Its such a love for God that it pours out into your walk. If only I knew how to truly love.