This past weekend I helped set the record breaking debut of the Will Smith movie, I am Legend. I regret having done so. Here's what happened:
Sunday was a mountaintop day: Church was fantastic! My oldest son had his first singing solo as part of the Christmas ensemble. He sang in the morning, and again in the evening for the Christmas concert. The rest of worship was A-1. Preaching is great. Even the weather, even though the "weather outside was frightful," we made it to church.
After the evening concert, some of the guys were going to the movie and I was invited along. It's great to have impromptu men's fellowship with other believers, so I jumped at the chance with Darling Bride's sincere blessing.
The problem is that I spend Sunday filling my mind with worship, spiritual songs, praise, and the joy of my son't efforts paying off. In between services, a quiet day at home. Then, BANG! I find myself bombarded with images of people mutated by bad viruses, crashing cars, assault rifles, grenades, and other unsavory things. So, my thoughts when I went to bed were about that, instead of all the good stuff I put in.
It's a shame that all the good got usurped by one impulse decision that went wrong. I'm sure there's a moral there somewhere.
Either that, or as Darling Bride told me last night, "The Sunday School song is right...'Be careful little eyes what you see...'" | 
