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When the trumpet sounds...

My family and I watched the new movie, Secretariat, a few weeks ago and I was moved like never before. The movie opened with a verse out of the book of Job and I wanted to share it with you...
"Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear. afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles at his side, along with the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds..." -Job 39:19-24

What is it in this verse that gives me goose bumps? Is it the power? Or the simple reminder in it? How is it that God was able to give such a powerful message to Job in the simplest of forms using one of His most simple creatures?
But then again, we are human, and God is superior to us beyond our wildest imaginations. The fact that we are special enough to recieve any of his love astounds me. I mean, seriously? How is it that there are people in the world who think that they are dominant to others? That they are more important. It is ridiculous. God doesn't care if you're a king or slave. Or if you're dirt poor or Bill Gates. He loves us each more than a dying man would love life. More than an eagle loves the sky. More than a horse loves the race...

Secretariat was a phenomenal movie and I think it is a MUST SEE! It made me cry and laugh. I could feel my heart soaring above the clouds and I could feel my very core trembling with a joyous excitement. Oh, it satiated any hunger I would have to feel freedom.

God Bless!
Linnea :)


Mel said…
This is a beautiful tribute to an outstanding movie, my darling daughter! :) Love you!
Hi Linnea,

Very inspiring write up on a lovely movie. I have not seen it but soon I will.

God's love for us is unfathomable. HE sent is only Son to redeem mankind. If not for the sin of our first parents we will be living in heavenly paradise.

If God can give so much power and strength to a stallion, how much power and strength he will give us. In addition HE has given us common sense which other animals even the lion and tiger and elephant doesn't have. God made us masters of the worldly things because of HIS infinite love for us.

Your commentary on the movie is well thought out and well written. It leaves me with great awe for the might of Almighty God.

You are a great thinker and a fantastic writer and I admire you for this.
Thomas C B Chua said…
Hi Linnea, you r very insightful. Teenagers like you are very few and far apart these days. May His blessings shower on you always.
Thomas C B Chua said…
oops Linnea, I forgot something. Another good and inspiring movie I have just watched is " The King's speech." It's very English. Try to catch it.
Linnea said…
Thanks Thomas :)

I've never heard of it but I will most definately watch it.

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