All throughout this post, picture me with a hoarse, husky loud voice like the bulldog sergeant in your favourite war movie! Now. I’ve just watched a movie that’s made me contemplate visiting a vulcaniser to check out the leak in my eyes! I’m no cry baby, but every dog has it’s day. And you know me, I never go down alone. So we’re going to do this TOOOGEEETHHEER! YAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
I’d heard people talking about Hacksaw Ridge, Hacksaw Ridge. Meanwhile me all I knew was hacksaw blade. Regardless, I felt the urge to just click on it and see something. Now if you know me even a little bit you know i’m a movie connoisseur. I can sniff a good movie faster than a ninja can kick, but with all my skills in movie telling, I wasn’t ready for Hacksaw Ridge. It’s like no action/war movie that’s ever been made. It’s like ‘the Expendables’ meets ‘touched by an angel’.
It’s not love I feel for the movie, it’s a potpourri of the strongest emotions. It’s the verb of that adjective ‘brave’. It’s the action packed demonstration of what a man is capable of when he decides to make God the centre of his life, no matter where that life leads him. It’s the ability to carry your conviction and your belief to the thickest ‘peer pressure’ zone. My gaawwddd, that movie’s got my blood pumping like a horny hubby rabbit on viagra.
Here’s the summary. I cant do justice to it, but i’ll try. It’s about a young man (Desmond Doss) who enlists to the US army because he cant live with the thought of doing nothing whilst his countrymen died in bloodiest WWII war. He defied discouragement from his parents and even his fiance. He had to go. When he got there, to the army, he refused to touch a gun. How crazy is that? He wanted to go to war, with nothing but a first aid kit to patch up fallen soldiers. He felt that with everyone tearing themselves apart, it was a good idea to want to put as many men back together as possible.
His sergeant wasn’t having none of that. It was as preposterous a stance as holding on to your virginity in a brothel or entering a boxing ring with no intent of throwing a punch. As downright crazy as wanting to swim with no intention of touching water. His mates hated him, believing he’d be a liability on the battle field. His bosses loathed him, he was a disgrace to the battalion, but he stuck to his guns (see the gun pun?). His Bible forbade him from killing another man and even the highest office of the military and the threat of being court marshalled and never seeing his fiancé again wasn’t enough to get him to reconsider.
She said to him with tears in her eyes “Darling, dont confuse your will for God’s will. Just wave the gun, you don’t have to shoot anyone, so when they pass you in the gun course, you’ll never have to touch one again.”
He said ‘I can’t. if i do then i’m not the man i believe I am, means I’ll compromise on anything. That’s not the man you deserve.” They eventually let him go to war. Now this is where things get heated up.
He goes with his Bible, with everyone knowing that this man stood up to America’s Generals because he wouldn’t disobey Gods command about not committing murder. By the end of the movie and the bloodiest war in WWII, he had saved 75 men without firing or carrying a gun. He exhibited bravery in ways that made my blood curdle. He held on to his Bible with his life. He prayed to God several times. He was the reason the US captured Hacksaw Ridge, and he only just passed away recently in 2006.
Now get this straight, this wasn’t a Christian movie, it’s genre is drama and war. It wasn’t made to glorify God, but it was impossible to tell it without doing so. In the situation that one of the most epic heroics in American war history was intertwined with the hero’s devotion to his God, it was impossible to enact history without evangelising, without glorifying God. The man made his heroics so God-spired that the worst atheist can not admire his works without acknowledging his God. That, fam, is what I call ‘Obonsam Checkmate.’
Many times we try to compartmentalise our lives so that God stays in our cars (when we’re alone), our church, our bedroom, but not our offices. “I’m an investment banker, there really is no space to hedge God in during this working hours.” “He has me on Sundays and during devotions, but when I’m hanging with the boys, a little f*uck here or Goddammnit, wont spoil much.” That’s what made me cry; e twwiiiii me roff roff. Reminded me of me some time back.
Goldinwords used to be secular. I posted decent stuff, but nothing religious. Then once a while i’d do a ‘strictly spiritual’ post. I felt like my relationship with God was my business. What did it have to do with the internet? I was shy and embarrassed. If I ever had a chance of leading a double life, being all ‘Jesussy’ was a sure way to lose it.
I was afraid that writing posts like these will cage me into this prison person that people will write off as some holier than thou self righteous guy who’ll spoil any kind of fun, meanwhile too, I know whassap waa. Like my swag game is so tight I cant even breathe. I wanted to be able to flirt (the harmless kind) every now and then without having someone say “Is this you brother Ben? Herrhh, I didn’t think you had those vibes o.’
side note: I shocked my wife when I first kissed her. Breathless and with her eyes wide open, she gasped “My oh my! Mr Goldinwords, I thought…I thought you were all about Psalm 23 o.”
Then at a point I said “Screw it! Goldinwords is a Christian blog, let those who cant handle it go!”
So watching the movie really brought things home for me because for the longest time, I’d been so concerned about public opinion that I had toned down my Godly traits. I don’t think it’s just me in this. There’s a whole bunch of us stuck in this quagmire, and we need to just…just show the world who we really are and let our lights shine. Let’s achieve mighty things in our respective fields, giving all glory to God so that it’ll be impossible to talk about our feats without talking about our God.
If you’re a lawyer, win more cases than the experts predicted. If you’re a photographer, capture the most breathtaking sights. Banker? rake in more cash than is thought possible for an ethical person. Advertiser, insurer, civil servant, student, pilot, wife, husband, nurse, doctor, whatever you do, be like Desmond Doss. Achieve the mightiest feats with all glory to God. It’s a brand new way to evangelise. No matter what the faith of onlookers are, it’ll be impossible to admire or celebrate you without being a teenie weenie bit curious about this Jesus you claim to owe it all to.
Let this be our new mandate! You with me?
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