In case you don’t know, this Christmas, Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens is coming to a theater near you. J. J. Abrams will direct it. The second teaser released yesterday. Click here if you haven’t seen it. (I warned you.)
“I can’t wait!” declares my minister. He speaks for a whole generation who were weaned to adulthood on the rush of pre-CGI, Star Wars-induced adrenaline. Maranatha. Come J. J. Abrams.
On Easter, he finished preaching a 22-week series on the biblical book of Revelation—my husband, not J. J. Abrams. “Revelation’s depiction of the bedazzling New Jerusalem, with its jeweled foundation and pearly gates, always reminds me,” he said, “of the Emerald City from the 1939 classic The Wizard of Oz.”
Perhaps he’s had enough of apocalypse weird and, like Dorothy, just wants to go home. There is no place like home, right, Toto?
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