CJ's Corner

A Model Girl

2010-12-16T07:40:00.000-06:00

Little Kristie loved standing in front of her mom’s full length mirror. It was a time to marvel at who she was and dream about the young lady she would one day become. Glancing down, she smiled at her shiny new black shoes she received on Christmas Day. It warmed her heart knowing her mother had picked them out while on a trip to Paris. The shoes made her feel like a European fashion model.

Carefully brushing the long curls from her eyes, Kristie looked up at the barrette in her hair. It was the one she and her mom picked out during a trip to the mall for a special girls only weekend. She took in a deep breath and sighed. Kristie felt so special having a dad who encouraged girl time and supported it with special funds for souvenirs and presents.

Kristie’s pink dress was one present bought at a small boutique after a movie and ice cream cone. The store had caught her mother’s eye and they had to extend their weekend by a few extra hours, which dad welcomed since his football game had started. Timing was everything, Kristie thought, as she fluffed her skirt that framed her beautiful long legs.

Her soul welled up with joy at the idea of being a successful model traveling to Paris regularly. She knew her slender legs were perfectly shaped like her mother’s. But she needed time to prepare herself emotionally, as modeling was very hard work filled with exhausting hours. She paused as she glanced up and down once again in the mirror, soaking in every detail of who she was.

Kristie adored those few minutes in front of the mirror after every trip to the cemetery visiting her mother. It brought her hope and made her feel beautiful, just like her mom. Kristie’s face soon reflected a touch of elegance as she gently caressed her cheek and pondered how her mother loved deeply and playfully. It made her long to be a mother as well some day.

Unfortunately, the time had come for her to face reality. She glanced down at her thin waist where her dad’s strong hands held her up right in front of the mirror. Kristie knew he was tiring and didn’t want to over extend the blessing he gave her. With a gentle nod, her dad turned her around and placed her back in her wheel chair.

“Thank you daddy,” smiled Kristie.

“You’re welcome princess,” responded her dad.

Her father took hold of the wheel chair and they headed into the family room to play a game of checkers. Sunday afternoons were always filled with time for family, even before the car accident that took Kristie’s mom and left her paralyzed from the ribs down. It was also a time for Kristie to reflect on how wonderful her life was, especially with a dad who knew and understood her need to be the lady of the house.

In Kristie’s mind timing was everything and she was confident that one day she would meet her prince because her dad cared and helped her prepare emotionally every week for her future.

The Christmas Hope

2010-12-09T21:11:00.001-06:00

The house was filled with the joy of Christmas, as everyone moved in and out of the kitchen. Those in their forties seemed to take over the major traffic patterns, while setting the table and filling the oven with yet another dish. Anyone under the age of twenty-two was bundled and sent out to the backyard with sleds and saucers until the meal was ready.

The Christmas Eve dinner preparation was more important this year with the passing of Grandma Kreger. She was the key focal point that continually brought the family together, hoping every year that the bond of love would be birthed within each soul. She longed for her kids to embrace the true meaning of Christmas, but busy schedules and unfulfilled dreams delayed the miracle.

The dog getting underfoot and yelping made Grandpa Kreger realize it was time to meander out and watch the grandkids from the back porch steps. He couldn’t remember such commotion in his home before. It was as if his loving wife Sarah had gifted him with peace each year by organizing the chaos away from his presence.

Grandpa Kreger put on his vintage flannel coat and covered it with the space age jacket his kids gave him the year before. He lit his cherry wood pipe and headed outside.

The snowflakes were lightly drifting down, covering the ground with a light dusting. The freshly fallen snow reflected the luminous moon breaking through the clouds. It was brighter than the old barn light Grandpa Kreger used on the midnight sledding runs during his earlier years. He sat down on the porch steps and watched as each grandchild slid down the hill into the neighbor’s yard.

The cold crisp air turned each grandchild’s breath into a cloud of smoke similar to the small puffs coming from Grandpa Kreger’s pipe. The memorable aroma of a spicy well-worn leather scent rose with each puff. A couple of the younger grandkids watched closely and exhaled with a wreath of clouds encompassing their heads. While each requested that he quit smoking over the years, they knew the smell to be that of their grandpa.

Sharing the hope of Christmas with each grandchild seemed to be Sarah’s job every year, but Grandpa Kreger longed to give it a try. He called a couple of the kids over to him and fidgeted around attempting to figure out where to start.

Caileigh, a curious eight year-old, broke the silence while pointing at a bright star, “Grandpa, can you tell me the story of the shepherd’s star?”

“I’ve never been able to share stories like your grandmother, but I will tell you that the bright star you are pointing to isn’t a star at all.”

“What is it then, Grandpa?” asked Caileigh.

“It’s the planet Mars,” chuckled Grandpa Kreger. “Did you know that when I was a young guy back on Christmas Eve in 1968, we had three astronauts orbiting the moon?”

“What were they doing?” asked Caileigh.

“As they experienced the lunar sunrise on what was their Christmas morning, the crew of the Apollo 8 space mission took turns reading from the book of Genesis over the radio for everyone on earth to hear.”

“Was it the Christmas story, Grandpa?”

“No sweetie, it was the story about how God created the heaven and the earth.”

“I wonder what it would be like reading the Bible in space,” marveled little Jeffrey.

“I’m sure it would bring you the same hope as down here on earth,” affirmed Grandpa Kreger. “Speaking of hope, the space program was started to help bring hope to our country during a time when people could barely afford to live.”

“Did it work,” asked Jeffrey.

“It did,” said Grandpa Kreger. “In fact, it created so much hope that the space program documented over 1,400 inventions that made our lives easier.”

“Like what,” asserted Caileigh.

“Like all the equipment that allowed Grandma to spend the last three years with us,” exclaimed Grandpa Kreger. “Even this jacket that’s keeping me warm came from the space program.”

Jeffrey boldly placed his hand on Grandpa Kreger’s shoulder and insisted, “We should go into space and bring hope to the poor people losing their jobs and houses today.”

Caileigh added, “Yeah, and we could read from the Bible for the entire world to hear on HDTV and the Internet.”

“I’m sorry to say that hope is seldom welcome these days,” Grandpa Kreger’s voice cracked. “I’m afraid you kids will have to find new unique ways to share hope with others.”

“Oh, don’t worry Grandpa,” affirmed Jeffrey. “I’ll just share the magic words that Grandma told me always brings hope to the one listening.”

“Really, what words are those?” inquired Grandpa Kreger.

“Merry Christmas!” shouted Jeffrey.

Review: Upside

2010-10-02T09:34:00.000-05:00

Provident Films will release the DVD of Upside on October 5, 2010, produced by Spyplane Films. The movie easily rises into the top ten of faith and family films released this year. The powerful performance by the lead actors pulled me into the story and kept my interest until the end – Their chemistry worked.

Here’s a snapshot of the story:

The day college recruiters show up to his lacrosse game, Soli White (Randall Bentley, Heroes) sustains a head injury that turns his vision upside down. During his reclamation process he comes across Wren (Leah Sims), a blind coed that helps him to see life from the inside out.

In search to develop his new inner voice, Soli realizes how many people have been trying to control his life. When he starts to feel overwhelmed by the numerous perspectives, he digs deep inside to determine what he truly believes and learns that no matter how life gets a person down, there is always an upside.

Bentley’s performance was spot on, as he molded the character with his outstanding performance. While I would have preferred that writer Kenneth Horstmann dive a little deeper into Soli’s inner passion, Bentley kept my focus on what his character might do next.

Sims’ character drove the sub-plot with her excellent performance. Using cute quips and subtle diplomacy, Wren gracefully led Soli to consider things within, which he’d never seen before. Sims will soon rise to the top and we can look forward to seeing her in more lead roles in the future.

Upside is definitely in the top ten of faith and family films released this year and for those that support wholesome films, it will make a great addition to their library. Just the high concept of Soli’s vision being turned upside down was enough to energize the first act of the film. However, for those who appreciate evangelistic messages, the story does well, as the gospel is worked into the third act.

I received this DVD free from Provident Films as part of their marketing program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

The Angel with the Handlebar Mustache

2010-09-25T08:59:00.000-05:00

I was enjoying the perfect fall day as I headed down the highway after work. My friend Dennis and I had plans to see the much-anticipated Wall Street sequel followed by grabbing a bite to eat. All was going well until my tire lost air, forcing me to drive on the rim until I got off the highway – It was a miracle that I didn’t have a blow out.

The place my car came to a stop was not the best of choices, being at the bottom of an off ramp that merged with another street – But I didn’t want to take the risk of bending the rim by continuing forward. I carefully slipped out of the drivers seat as cars cruised past me within inches of my arm.

Fortunately the flat tire was on the curbside of the car, so I was able to jack up the car and change the tire without being concerned for my life. Well, except for the thought that popped into my mind: A car might come down the ramp a little too fast and find themselves having to quickly steer away from my parked car to avoid a collision.

That’s when I glanced toward the back of my car and noticed a man who looked like he came out of the Easy Rider movie with a blue jean jacket and handlebar mustache. He just stood about ten feet behind my car and kept focused on the traffic. While I had no clue where he came from or when he arrived, I some how knew he was making sure the cars coming off the ramp saw him and were then able to slow down before coming upon my parked car.

Once the tire was changed, I tossed the flat in my trunk with the jack and noticed that the man had a large 42” traffic cone set up to guide those exiting the ramp away from my car. The large traffic cone prompted me to wonder where this guy came from, so after I thanked him, I asked if he lived nearby. He said, “Yes,” grabbed the cone and disappeared into the tree line.

I wondered if he was an angel with a handlebar mustache or just a kind soul prompted by God to oversee my safety.

Some might ask, “Why would God send someone to watch over you instead of protecting your tire from going flat?” My response is simple: God gave man free will, which causes nails to end up on highways or other types of crisis to occur. To honor the free will He gave us, He allows a lot of things to happen, but always makes sure He’s walking alongside of those who choose to have a relationship with Him.

While I might face various negative consequences of mine, or someone else’s bad choices, I know beyond any shadow of doubt that He walks with me through it all.

Review: The Mysterious Islands

2010-09-18T07:00:00.003-05:00

The Mysterious Islands, released by Provident Films, opens with breathtaking cinematic images filled with unique species of animals rarely seen by the greater population. The over arching story unfolds with Doug Phillips taking his son on a trip of a lifetime to the Galapagos Islands. Doug’s goal for this unique father/son journey was to share the incredible creation of God in the same place where Charles Darwin birthed his ideas of evolution.

The historical moments in the film, designed to illuminate the background of Darwin’s Origin of Species publication, was portrayed in a very plausible and artistic manner. Rather than feeling like the moments were overt lessons, I found myself drawn into the humanity of the choices Darwin made based on his predisposition and family background. Even more enlightening were the views of Darwin’s Captain during the five-year expedition – How he came to the exact opposite conclusion after witnessing the same details.

A team of experts including noted researcher Dr. John Morris joined Doug and his son Joshua. Together they reasoned through numerous issues of evolution and creation. Discussions of DNA and standard scientific dating methods brought clarity that quickly dispelled the concepts of evolution between species and the age of earth.

The film explores numerous wild life including the Blue-Footed Booby, Galapagos Tortoise, Flightless Cormorant, and Marine Iguana. The footage captured of these creatures in their natural habitat was awe-inspiring. Amazing photos were inter-cut with fabulous live footage revealing remarkable movements and behaviors. My favorite was the Blue-Footed Booby soaring through the sky and suddenly diving into the water for its food.

The vast majority of the film held my attention with great interest and gave me the sense that I was a part of the expedition. The exceptions were what seemed to be a couple of forced home schooling moments in the middle of a great documentary. The scenes actually changed the pace and feel of the film.

Since my viewpoint of this documentary was high over all, I’ve decided to give away a free copy of the DVD. If you’re interested, please write a comment on my blog or Facebook page telling me why you’d like to win the DVD and tell at least two people about CJ’s Corner, located at http://cjpowersonline.com. I’ll pick a winner on September 30^th and drop the new DVD in the mail.

Directing the Camera

2010-08-31T07:00:00.001-05:00

When I was a teen filmmaker, my dad told me something I would never forget. It was the secret to great cinematography. It was one of the most important lessons for a director to learn. And, it was simple.

“If your actors aren’t moving, your camera must,” dad says. “After all, that’s why they call it ‘motion’ pictures.”

Dad always encouraged my filmmaking. He was a storyteller like none other and he knew the power of film. He saw in me a visual talent to tell stories through film and he supported my every attempt. He even joined in and had some aerial footage shot for me.

Unfortunately, not all directors have a dad reminding them why motion pictures are not called stills. Few understand that movement is the visual language of film and the director must master it. Even the audience is aware of this difference, but few know how to put it into words.

When television came into being, crews clarified the difference between artistic films and lowly television shows. Most of the time it was in conjunction with comparing great cinematic vista shots on film to broadcasted shots of “talking heads.” Even cast members caught on and created a polarization, sending great actors to work on film projects and good actors to work in television. Eventually the politics were neutralized and both cast and crew were willing to work in either format, as long as the shows were of quality – Using the language of film.

Quality directors soon learned that movement was the key to a film-like-feel in their television programs. They also caught on to the three basic rules in camera motivations that trigger the needed movement.

The most important rule is that shots are motivated by the performance. If the camera starts to move for no reason at all, the audience suddenly becomes aware of the camera movement instead of being drawn into the story. However, when an actor who speaks brashly slowly shifts into a whisper from embarrassment and the camera gently zooms in to a close-up, the audience is stirred by the personal emotions expressed. The audience becomes a part of the story with empathy rising within their soul.

The second rule is that the closer the camera gets, the more truth it tells. This is especially true since the release of HD television, were every blemish is seen. This intimate camera position demands truth in acting from the heart, a skill that is coveted among actors.

Even Meryl Streep understood the power of truth in close-ups when she convinced the director of The Devil Wears Prada to let her shoot one scene without make-up. Her extremely powerful and bold character was diminished down to a private vulnerable human moment sharing about her divorce. It had fans and the film community talking for years – The most powerfully honest scene in the entire movie.

The third rule allows for creativity to impact the art: If it works, then it’s right. Any creative shot that is invisible to the audience, while keeping the focus on the story works. It doesn’t matter what it looks like, as long as it empowers the story and doesn’t call attention to itself.

Camera movement is all about giving the audience a different way of looking at their world. It doesn’t matter what type of shot it is, it just matters that it touches the emotions and doesn’t attract attention to itself.

There are numerous types of subjective and objective shots a director can call for, but only one or two shots will empower the story to draw the audience into a world were they can experience life from a different perspective than what they are accustom. This movement helps the audience become engaged in the message, rather than watching talking heads from a disconnected distance.

Movement is powerful, but only in the hands of a skilled director who understands the motivation behind the camera’s action.

The Path to Success

2010-08-30T07:00:00.001-05:00

I’ve heard numerous motivational speakers tell me how to succeed in life. Most suggest I over achieve, while keeping balance in my life. Others point out the formula that makes it all work, if I have the fortitude to stick with it and fully engage the process.

And, for only $49.95, I’ll send you the complete kit that tells you what you already know, but forgot to consider.

In America, success seems to be about developing the skills of a workaholic. In Europe it’s about developing the right network that helps you do your job effectively. In the Bible, it’s about putting God first, others second and trusting God for the difference.

I’ve worked for numerous large and small American companies over the years and saw a pattern of task-based thinking. Checking off each step produced incredible short-term results. Everyone understood how important the employees were that we had to task, but most focused on nothing more than the bottom line.

Working now for a European company, I see the initial focus being on the people and their long-term productivity. They feel that anyone can learn a task, but few are able to make the appropriate connections that develop a fun team and a solid future of success. The employee is definitely more valuable, but some how the tasks still must be managed.

The American process develops heroes that come and go, but do incredible things with the bottom line. The European process develops teams of excellent people, but few stand out as over achievers.

A few years back I was boarding a plane and bumped into a business executive I worked with years earlier. He was a lifetime flier and immediately had me upgraded to first class so we could chat. He was ecstatic about a new business book he read and boasted about how it helped him to succeed at each task he attempted, while building an incredible network of valuable people.

I asked him for the title of the book, as I was sold on getting a copy for myself. He handed the pocket edition to me and told me to read it in our remaining hour of flight. I dove in and was amazed at the business wisdom written on the pages. I also chuckled.

The book was a compilation of Bible verses that related directly to business. There were no other words on the pages. No commentary. No motivational talk, just Bible verses. It was amazing how direct and obvious the business truths were as organized and published for businessmen.

He was right; the truth was clear and dependable. In fact, it was easy to see what portion of the truth the Americans and Europeans had embraced. The strengths from each type of company were clearly based on Kingdom principles that work regardless of trends. The Bible turned out to be filled with enough business wisdom to guide any businessman down the path to success.

Scattered Eggshells

2010-08-29T10:14:00.000-05:00

Have you ever felt like you were tiptoeing around eggshells in life? The type that are scattered before you by those who desire to pounce with judgment in hopes of lifting themselves up by tearing you down. I know that uncomfortable feeling of being wedged into a no-win scenario.

Most of the time I see it coming in the form of a loaded question. The person is trying to angle things in a way, as to make sure I’m still worthy of being on their pedestal. It makes no sense to me because I shouldn’t be on anyone’s pedestal. I’m not perfect. I’m a flawed individual. I don’t want to be on anyone’s pedestal, especially when I have no clue why they put me there to begin with.

I recently heard an ABC newscaster speak about things in life. Those around me were amazed at how he shared with candor, grace and truth. It was a breath of fresh air for me. To hear someone share heartfelt thoughts with humility seemed to reduce the number of people who put him on a pedestal. His humility allowed them to see him as an equal.

He actually disarmed the audience from seeing him as a public figure and brought them along a path, or a journey to explore together some amazing concepts that were simple and basic to the very essence of who we are. The audience related to him and received a message of hope and encouragement. He was a sincere communicator and a wonderful role model for anyone who might consider giving a public talk.

Unfortunately, I don’t have the same skills as a lifetime newscaster. I find myself bumbling through personal conversations and hitting a few potholes along the way. Struggling to get through those loaded questions always makes me tense, since I’ve failed them so often. Oh, the failure wasn’t because of my wrong choices, but rather from me not clearly understanding if the person I was sharing with truly understood what I meant by my comment.

Most would say that I shouldn’t worry about how people receive my message since I don’t answer to them, but I remind people that half the conversation is my responsibility and I want them to understand me, just as I want to understand them.

Lately, I’ve been inundated with people asking me about my new job. While I’ve received some sincere questions and concerns, I’ve found three types of people that are motivated to ask for unhealthy reasons – Those who scatter eggshells.

The first group of people who scatter eggshells aren’t considered unhealthy, but highly esteemed positive people – with a slight twist. When they ask how happy my job makes me feel or how much I like it, most want to hear the positive comments and not the negative ones, in order to fulfill their prayers. They want to be a part of having put me in a great place.

The second group wants to commiserate. They hope my new job isn’t better than theirs, since they continue to endure a bad job for fear of being laid off. They feel forced to work extra hours in order to appease their situation. They want to know staying in a bad job is the right thing to do.

And the third group wants to test my spirituality. They believe that if I’m in God’s will, I will be eternally grateful and not find a single thing wrong with my job. And should I utter one inconvenience that I’ve endured, they label me ungrateful.

Recently a friend asked me how the new job was going. I told him that the people I work with are great, the work is wonderfully challenging and I’m learning the new systems quickly. And then I made a mistake; I suggested that the only negative thing is the 70-90 minute morning commute and the two and a half hour evening commute.

His response was, “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that you don’t like your new job.”

What? That’s not what I said.

It took me the next 6-7 minutes to clarify what I really said and what I meant. While I’m not convinced he ever truly understood me, I wasn’t able to expend any more energy on the subject. I wasn’t able to use the exact words he expected of me to fulfill what he wanted to hear. He summarized our conversation in closing by sharing that he felt I was “unthankful” for my job, but was “working on trying to become thankful.”

These types of questions from a person who isn’t really listening for the truth, but for what they presuppose might be my motivation drives the feelings of walking around eggshells. My friends who are much safer and want to hear what is really on my heart keep the eggshells out of the conversation. They ask clarifying questions if they are unsure of what they hear.

Sometimes I wonder if I should work at telling each person what he or she wants to hear, so they perceive me to be as thankful as what I truly am. But, I’m too tired to play those games. I’m a flawed person who by the grace of God alone has accomplished many wonderful things in life and will soon accomplish more – Because my God is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.

I don’t have to pretend to be spiritual; I just have to continue relating to God. I don’t have to worry about what the religious say regarding my thoughts and activities; I just have to please a God who asks me to trust Him and live by faith. And, I’m thrilled that when I make mistakes, He shows me grace every time.

There are no eggshells with God, just truth, mercy and grace. Thank God!

Shaken with Ole Bessy

2010-08-28T07:56:00.000-05:00

The sweat was dripping down my neck. My shirt was sticking tightly to every spot where perspiration forms, as if I were running a 5K race on a humid day. But the weather was perfect. It was the most beautiful day in weeks.

I glanced down at the temperature gauge and watched it inch up. The backed up commute was crawling in the construction zone and my car was on the verge of over heating a second time. I turned the heat up to its highest notch, blasting my face with steam – A facial I hadn’t requested.

Pockets of sweat were gathering behind my knees and dripping down my legs. My eyes were fixed on the gauge warning me that my engine would soon blow. I had little choice but to look for a place to pull over. But then I saw it. The police were pulling people over and dishing out tickets like free popcorn.

Were they not cognoscente of the traffic delays they were causing? Did they forget they were hired to serve, honor and protect? Were rumors true about cops having a quota in order to raise the coffers for the indebted city I was passing by?

My anger was rising faster than the temperature gauge that warned me of the inevitable unless I pulled over. I turned off the highway and into an empty factory parking lot, where workers had long since left to avoid traffic. For a moment I coveted their 4:00 a.m. start time that circumvented the daily congestion I faced.

I parked the car and turned off the engine. My anger dropped faster than the gauge. I was resetting my expectations and understood my clunker was doing the best it could given the hard driving conditions it faced. The two and a half hour commute home was more than ole Bessy could handle. It was no wonder some chose to leave work around 7:00 p.m., making it home within an hour.

As the gentle breeze blew through my open windows and the heat died down in my car, I reflected on the verses in Hebrews that talks about God doing away with what can be shaken, so that only what cannot be shaken remains. It was a learning moment. A time to reflect on all the things I was thankful for like my new job.

In the past, I would have fixated my focus on the traffic; rather than turn my thoughts to how thankful I was to have a job among wonderful people. Oh, I’m not talking about denial; clearly I had car problems to face and long delays causing me to choose between peace and anger. But, neither problem consumed me. I was able to put my eyes on God’s goodness. I was thankful.

It dawned on me. The thankful part of me had endured – A part of me that would never be shaken. And, it was scriptural.

“Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe…”

Hebrews 12:28 (NIV)

So there I was off the beaten path and sitting in an empty factory parking lot being thankful to God for the blessings of a new job. Hope rose up within me and I looked forward to the day when God would bless me with a new car. Or, continue to show me the growth He had developed within me using ole Bessy a few more times.

I turned the ignition and headed home using the back roads and enjoying the second hour of my peaceful commute. I even got home and turned off the car just before the temperature gauge topped out. It had been a good day.

Who Determines Your Future?

2010-08-20T21:13:00.003-05:00

Sabermetrics or a Generous God?

Sabermetrics is the mathematical and statistical analysis of baseball records. Some have used sabermetrics to look at historical data in order to predetermine what team would win the pennant. Or, better yet, determine if the Cubs have a chance this year - NOT.

With the existence of super computers, it isn’t much of a stretch for someone to develop an algorithm that would predetermine the success of individuals in communities based on the history of where they live and how others in the area were raised – Extrapolating out to determine which communities would be worthy of tax dollars and health benefits.

Corporate America has its own set of criteria to predetermine who the winners will be without giving rise to a risky mathematical formula. The old saying that a commercial economy will eventually make the rich richer and the poor poorer uses a similar mentality of greed and hopelessness. Even the words that only the fit will survive, find its origin among similar thinking.

Christianity provides a completely different set of dynamics with its opposing views…

Matthew 5:4-6 (NIV)

Blessed are those who mourn,

  for they will be comforted.  

Blessed are the meek,

  for they will inherit the earth.  

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,

  for they will be filled.

The Bible points out that there is a mighty benefactor looking out for those who can’t help themselves. This demonstration of grace is nothing shy of a miracle from a very generous God. Even in the case where an “angel” has helped an entrepreneur get a new business up and running, the financial risk is based on a form of gracious generosity in keeping with a loving God. In other words, the giver or investor is merely the extended hand of the almighty benefactor.

The reality is that none of us are self-made. Every one of us received help at some point in our lives that got us to the next level. This is true whether it took the form of a generous teacher who worked diligently to pass on her reading skills to us, or the boss that gave us a promotion over someone else because he had the gut feeling that he’d get a return from our efforts, or the anonymous donor that made sure we had food on the table during the time we were laid off.

The notion that man can predetermine who will become great and who won’t, falls short when compared to God’s view. He even clarifies that His wisdom is far above mans’.

1 Corinthians 1:20 (NIV)

Where is the wise man? Where is the scholar? Where is the philosopher

of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world?

And, if we missed the point, His word clarifies His perspective of our wisdom.

1 Corinthians 3:19 (NIV)

For the wisdom of this world is foolishness in God's sight. As it is written:

"He catches the wise in their craftiness";

Over the past several decades I have earned good money and received numerous accolades for my efforts, but I can clearly testify that any gain I’ve had in life came from God – Even when it came through the hands of other generous souls, each giving back for what they received.

Even the most foolish or evil man I know had moments when he was generous to someone in need. So, how can I not mention my Heavenly Father who gives all the more generously?

Matthew 7:11 (NKJV)

If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much
more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!

Is it time you asked your generous Heavenly Father for something?

Listen – Really

2010-08-12T08:42:00.001-05:00

When I worked as a ticket taker at the movie theater on a Saturday night, I would typically say certain things while tearing the ticket like, “Sir, your movie is in theater 23 down the hallway to your right. Enjoy your movie.” To which the reply would be, “Thanks, you too.”

At first, I wondered if the person thought I watched movies at the end of every shift, spending an additional two hours at work just for the fun of it. But then I realized that some customers didn’t listen as well as others. In fact, it was common for me to suggest, “…and sir, the concession stand down your hallway is open tonight for your benefit and has no lines at this time,” I’d then watch the people go to the concession stand behind me and stand in line for ten minutes.

I quickly realized that listening was a skill, as demonstrated by couples that attended the movies. Typically the man would head toward the concession lines, while the lady would head to the hallway concession where there were no lines. It would take about 6-10 steps before each would realize that they were going in separate directions.

Even more funny was watching to see which one would win out. Typically if the man was bullheaded, the woman would acquiesce. And, if the woman was more dominant, the man would scurry over to catch up to her knowing he would receive flak.

My personal favorite was the person that left my stand and headed the direction they always head, and after about 4-5 steps would realize what I said and swerve around to go down to the hallway concessions. It was like a car banking on a cloverleaf entrance ramp.

I could tell that many folks were good listeners, but few knew the answer to any question I asked while at the concession stand like, “What movie are you seeing tonight?” I was amazed at how many had to look at their ticket stub to find out. Clearly many folks just wanted to get out of the house and could care less about what film they saw.

Due to my recent break-up, I thought back about our times together and the one thing that stood out in my mind, as being the healthiest aspect of our relationship, was the energy we both put into listening to each other. We spent hours every weekend listening to each other’s thoughts and feelings.

We both recognized that the other person knew where we stood in areas of work, passion and play. Listening allowed our break-up to be compassionate, with both of us leaving on good terms. So good in fact, that we sat together at a conference recently.

I found that the key to listening is making sure I put my thoughts on hold until I know beyond any shadow of a doubt what her perspective is. I want to fully understand it and acknowledge it, before I even begin to mention my viewpoints. Acknowledging her thoughts and feelings were very important, as it was sometimes the only thing that allowed her to understand that I fully comprehended her situation. And, it wasn’t too hard to do.

Sometimes I would paraphrase what I just heard to make sure I really got what she was saying. Other times I would ask a key clarifying question that would let her know I was listening and engaged. And, from time to time, I’d allow my emotions to reveal my empathy for what she experienced. In all cases, she knew I respected her and always wanted to hear what was on her heart and mind.

Unfortunately, being a good listener is only one of the many things needed to make a great relationship work.

Just in case I get another shot at love down the road, I continue to make sure that I stay engaged and truly listen to the people I’m with. I’ve found that both men and women appreciate knowing that they were heard, understood and respected. And, I’ve found that the fastest way to make a friend is not to tell them how great you are, but listening carefully to learn about the things that make them great.

Paul had it right in James 1:19, “My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry…” Others have said that God gave us two ears and one mouth so we’d spend twice as much time listening than talking. I try to keep both thoughts in mind, as I’m one to talk ten times more than others.

So, I’m taking more time to listen – Really.

The Blessing of a Job

2010-08-10T09:59:00.001-05:00

“…the first day that you set your mind to gain

understanding and to humble yourself before your

God, your words were heard…”

Daniel 10:12

When hard times hit, my friend’s business was devastated. She did everything possible to survive and experienced hardships that would sour your stomach. Fortunately, our friendship stayed in tact with one exception. Every week she watched me wear fancy suits, sharp looking shirts and ties, and a watch that brought numerous compliments. She wondered if I had lost track of reality and allowed my success to swell my head.

What followed was devastating...

My friend told me that she hoped I would some day lose my job and experience life like everyone else – The hard way. Ouch! Having a friend wish me such ill will was hard on my soul. It was also a warning sign that I needed to heed, but quickly brushed off. I had no idea what was just around the corner.

The economy was a struggle for everyone and I was unable to reap in the same commissions and bonuses I did in the past. It was time to jump ship and find a new job, but a comment from my boss caused me to hold steady and trust in a financial turn around. His words were so inspiring that I pulled money out of my savings and took advantage of the lower labor rates to remodel my home.

Within a short time I was laid-off and forced to cancel the remodeling in midstream. My house looked like a war zone. The ratty looking carpet was cut about six inches from the walls for the new baseboards, frames and doors to be installed. Painting tarps weren’t necessary since the carpet was to be replaced, which added to the raunchy look I had to endure during my unemployment.

The half refinished staircase was an eye sore for any visitors bringing me food after my savings was depleted. And, God forbid if the guest asked to use the bathroom with its ceiling lights dangling from a couple thin wires. Not to mention the unfinished walls covered in white powder that hadn’t been cleaned and primed.

My severance was minimal and my savings account significantly reduced from my attempt at remodeling. I lost my sporty corporate Grand AM and found myself driving a $500 special that was 1 M.P.G. short of qualifying for the clunker program.

Nine months and hundreds of applications only provided a handful of interviews, giving me the opportunity to hear someone say that I was over qualified. I wasn’t even able to get a job with McDonalds or AMC Theatres because they knew I would leave the moment I received a better job offer.

In the tenth month of unemployment my house was put on the market, priced $20K less than I bought it for. The market had plummeted and devalued my house, forcing me into a short sale situation – Not a single person came to see it.

A month later something changed. AMC sold some of its theaters to the Regal Entertainment Group and I immediately applied for a minimum wage job. Success! I was hired to be a Cast Member.

My duties included sweeping up after all the spilled drinks and popcorn throughout the 30 theaters; Cleaning the restrooms and concession areas; Taking out the trash and cleaning around the large trash compactor out back; Selling concessions; And, taking tickets at the front door. In other words, low paying grunt work usually attended to by teens earning money for college.

While many people felt the job was well below my expertise and experience, I was extremely excited to have it. No, thrilled is a better word. My appreciation for the job was genuine. I was soberly minded about my circumstances and thankful that God blessed me with a job.

“For I say, through the grace that was given me,

to every man that is among you, not to think of

himself more highly than he ought to think; but to

think as to think soberly, according as God hath

dealt to each man a measure of faith.”

Romans 12:3

I was in a job that wasn’t beneath me, for I had come up from my misery into the joys and blessings of having a job again. I can’t tell you how important it was for me to be working instead of collecting an unemployment check that couldn’t even pay my mortgage. While the job itself paid few of my bills, there was something about working that made me extremely thankful.

I could feel the truth in Proverbs 10:4 that states, “Lazy hands make a man poor, but diligent hands bring wealth.” I had turned a corner and was thankful that I had something for my hands to do. I actually had fun serving the people who came to see a movie. In fact, my excitement was so high that it never dawned on me that most entering the theater saw my position as lowly.

My enthusiasm was infectious. Friendships quickly developed and many customers were pleased at the service I provided. It became clear to many that my motivation to work exceeded what was expected. It was due largely to my mind recalling the words from Colossians 3:23, “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men…” Being thankful for my new position and working at it diligently in appreciation for the Lord’s provision in my life, made me effective and efficient in my efforts.

The CEO of a flooring company saw a packed concession area and noticed that while my line was a little longer, my customers were being served 3-5 times faster than the rest. After I served him, he offered me a job on the spot, telling me he had never received such wonderful customer service in his life. I was speechless. All I did was work as unto the Lord and hadn’t realized the impact I was making on customers.

That same weekend when I was taking tickets, I greeted people with the same enthusiasm and light banter as usual, to help kick off the customer’s entertainment experience as they entered the theater. A senior management lead from a consulting firm took notice of me as the heaviness of his long workweek gave way to a big smile. He headed toward his theater with a lift in his step.

After his movie, the senior manager returned to my ticket taking station and asked me to apply for a job that he had recently posted – He handed me his business card. Once Monday came, I contacted the assigned recruiter and applied for the job. The next day I had four interviews and by the end of the week was offered a job, but not the one I applied for.

During the interviews, the various managers decided that my skills could better be used in a different capacity. As I understand it, they moved the person they hired a week earlier to another position so they could offer me the job. I accepted it and will head to Dallas/Fort Worth next week for training. I also pulled my house from the short sale market.

I’m excited about the new position.

God certainly orchestrated an amazing set of circumstances to prove His word to be true. Humbling myself to take the first job offer I received gave me an opportunity to diligently put my hands to work as unto the Lord, which brought about a good paying job that allowed me to keep my home.

I can clearly give testimony, that living by the kingdom principles in God’s word works.

Humble Leaders are the Best

2010-08-06T21:34:00.000-05:00

Jim Collins spoke at the Global Leadership Summit I attended over the past two days. He is a nationally acclaimed business thinker and author of Good to Great and How the Mighty Fall. During his session he pointed out the one consistent factor that separates a great level 5 leader from a good level 4 leader: Humility to do whatever it takes.

Collins shared his research on the five stages of decline that corporations and organizations follow into self-destruction. The most startling news was that most organizations don’t see it coming until they end up in a free fall, which is stage four – The point where everyone is grasping for a silver bullet in an attempt to save the day.

The level 5 leaders do not follow the five stages of decline and are able to keep their business a float regardless of the circumstances they face. This is first due to their humility, which circumvents the first stage of decline that Collins refers to as hubris (arrogance) being born out of success.

The humble CEO brings a perspective to the company that the vision or mission of the organization is bigger than himself. In other words, it is not about him. This humility is typically issue based or has an innate purpose attached to it. The CEO’s passion typically drives her to do whatever it takes to keep the corporate goals alive, especially if our society would change should the company come to an end.

The key is focusing on and keeping intact the core values of the company, while making adjustments based on shifts in society to stimulate progress. This interesting tension to maintain values, while becoming relevant to a changing society must be managed in order to survive economic changes – Something only a humble person can do.

Arrogance holds more tightly to the way things used to be done and enters into the land of irrelevance. Or, they are so caught up in their success; they don’t notice the decline of the company until it is in a free fall that ends in capitulation.

One of the key factors that gives the humble leader the ability to turn the business or organization around, is his willingness to hear the unpleasant facts from employees who have a handle on their part of the business – catching the warning signs early. The arrogant leader isn’t willing to listen to the grim facts, especially while the positive press is still coming in from outside the organization – Creating an interesting delay of the facts.

However, the humble CEO listens to her people and trusts their expertise. This allows the company to come back from any setbacks it might hit. It also generates a tremendous amount of respect for the CEO from the employees, especially since they can make a direct impact in their business.

But more importantly, the humble CEO who holds a vision that spells out a purpose few other organizations have, will do whatever it takes in order to keep the mission alive. This entrepreneurial spirit might find the CEO sweeping the floors or covering for an important employee who needs a break to pick up their child from daycare. The CEO’s focus is encouraging his people to shine regardless of the economy or circumstances that shake up companies.

The bottom line... Collin’s research proved that the best and longest lasting companies have humble CEOs.

Speeding to a Stop

2010-08-05T07:15:00.002-05:00

The dark wooded road was filled with blind curves and a double yellow line for the protection of all traveling its path. My rearview mirror filled with headlights approaching so fast that I wondered if my speed had dwindled. No… I was 8 M.P.H. over the speed limit and needed to slow down, but I didn’t dare for fear that the driver hugging my bumper would climb into my backseat.

The distance between cars reduced further. I could feel the impatient driver’s aura demanding I move out of the way. I glanced at my speedometer and realized I was 12 M.P.H. over the speed limit, hoping the curves in the road wouldn’t send me into the woods.

Directly behind me came the rev of a car’s engine. I glanced at the rearview mirror as the car pulled around me. The car flew past on the wrong side of the double yellow lines, making me look as if I were traveling at half the 40 M.P.H. speed limit.

A second car’s headlights filled my mirror. The tires squealed and the engine revved, moving the car across the yellow lines into potentially oncoming traffic. A third car lit up my mirror and accelerated even faster as it moved across the double lines and came within a few feet of the other car’s bumper. Both cars flew past me. Within seconds the cars disappeared from my view.

I was thankful they all made it back into the right lane without incident. I took my foot off of the gas pedal and returned to the proper speed. I was thankful that God kept me safe along with those zipping past me in the opposite direction. I couldn’t help but wonder that if one of those cars passed me a tad bit earlier, I’d be driving past wreckage.

I came around another blind curve and found all three cars at the stoplight in front of me. Since all three were heading straight, I was unable to turn right on red. The irony of me waiting on them to proceed didn’t escape me.

Then I noticed the stickers on the cars and the teen boys in the drivers seat. They were students from a local Christian school – Boys that didn't seem to be living out their beliefs of loving others as Christ loved them.

As I patiently waited for the light to turn green, I prayed for the boys to be safe and gain wisdom without any incidental experience. I also wondered if the normal speed trap around the next curve was manned and ready to teach the boys a lesson, before they might face consequences that could change their lives for years to come.

While I’m sure the testosterone levels in the boys played an important role in their reckless behavior, I wondered what foolish behaviors I might exhibit based on my limited perspectives. I was curious to know if I was speeding through life, only to find myself standing still and waiting for God’s perfect plan to unfold. I also wondered if the person in the car behind me might be saying a prayer, protecting me from the foolishness of my bad choices in life.

Peace flooded my soul as I thought about how God makes all things work together for good to those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.

Review: Inception

2010-08-03T08:31:00.000-05:00

Inception, a Christopher Nolan masterpiece, generated more conversation in its first week of release than most films do in a lifetime. The discussions circle around the ambiguous scenes or those designed for the audience to fill in the blanks. The biggest point of discussion was about whether or not the top in the last scene fell over and stopped spinning, or if it just wobbled and continued spinning for an infinite time period.

S P O I L E R A L E R T – Stop reading if you haven’t watched the movie.

The top, Cobb’s (Leonardo DiCaprio) touchstone to reality, which supposedly spins without stopping in the dream world and falls flat in the real world, generated numerous moans among the audience at the end of the film from those wanting a clear ending. However, Nolan isn’t known for spoon-feeding all the answers to the audience, but rather for creating art that sparks conversation like in Momento.

According to the storyline, the totem must be made and used by its owner, otherwise it’s ineffective in determining if the person is trapped in limbo or made it back to reality. When the audience faces the question at the end of the movie the answer hangs on the expectation that his wife’s totem might reveal the truth. Not being able to trust someone else’s totem, the audience must decide for themselves if the entire movie was a dream, Cobb was stuck in limbo, or he made it back to reality.

I won’t attempt to explain what was on Nolan’s mind, but I will suggest that the film has more layers than the average person thinks. In fact, when you consider the age of the character and his comment that he’d been trapped in a dream layer for 50 years, your mind might consider that the entire movie is the dream of a man trapped in limbo, or you might remember that time speeds up in lower dream layers and his 50 years was actually only a few minutes of time in reality. One thing is certain; Nolan gave you enough information to keep your mind spinning like the top.

To simplify the movement between layers within the film, so the audience could follow it more succinctly, Nolan gave each level a distinct look through lighting and colorization. And, taking advantage of his position in being able to make any film he’d like, he took time to create a layer that few besides filmmakers would catch. I’d describe that layer as a story about how filmmakers have the power to alter the audience’s perspective through subtle storytelling.

Some Hollywood critics have noted that DiCaprio and Nolan have a similar physical look and that DiCaprio was selected for the role of Cobb to represent the “director” within the film’s insider plotline. Ellen Page, who plays the designer, works very much like a screenwriter would in determining the power of the antagonist and creating the worlds that the story takes place in. Other roles including transportation wrangler are also represented in the story.

Page’s character plays a dual role in the insider plotline. She acts as the Art Director in designing the city that the team reviews, not unlike a production scouting team on locations before the production begins. Other insider moments included Nolan paying homage to Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey by using its music during his elevator weightlessness scene in keeping with Kubrick’s scene.

Nolan is to be commended for creating a film that has sparked great discussion. He is also to be admired by filmmakers due to his choice of not using very many CGI effects. What is interesting is how many individuals coming out of the theatre attributes much of the film’s success to special effects that barely exist.

Most admire the “special effect” hallway fight scene as the room tumbled in sync with the van on another dream level. I have to give extra kudos to Nolan for faking everyone out as he built an actual hallway inside of a tumble mechanism and turned it with the actors inside – Creating a very realistic look with hair, clothes and bodies always falling in accordance with gravity.

The most important achievement in the release of Inception, is the large box office dollars being generated by a thinking movie. It’s my hope that Hollywood will set a few of their plots written for dummies to the side and go after more stories that make the audience think and participate in determining the films outcome.

Downsized and Dumped

2010-07-29T07:30:00.003-05:00

Over the past nine months I’ve experienced the two things most men hate to experience – Being downsized from a good paying job and being dumped by a beautiful, intelligent woman. Both events can do significant harm to a man’s psyche if not handled carefully.

I remember standing in the unemployment line last fall, thinking back to the conversation I had in September when my boss cut me loose. He overemphasized that I was NOT being let go due to poor performance and that the downsizing wasn’t personal. In fact, he offered numerous times to be a reference for me because I was such a great employee.

By the end of the conversation, I was convinced my boss was making the right business decision for the company in letting me go. The lack of immediate emotional pain was not due to me jumping into a life of denial, but was rather a testament to his tact in presenting the issue. I was convinced that he was right, but I was still unemployed in a down economy with months ahead focused on searching for a job.

My break up followed a similar pattern of tactfulness by a very caring woman. She reminded me of my best qualities and let me know that I hadn’t done anything wrong. She was careful in her word choice and suggested that we just weren’t a fit. Aside from the irony of a television in the background showing the movie “The Break-Up”, she made me feel really good about how our relationship came to an end.

In both cases I had to hear the hard truth. Thankfully, both individuals were able to share the truth with compassion. Frankly, I was surprised at how much easier it was to hear such negative outcomes for my life when the truth was shared in a loving way. Ephesians 4:14-16 advocates telling the truth in love because it causes the hearer to “grow up” in Christ.

This maturing process gives us greater capacity to love those who bring bad news to us, especially since we all face disappointments and hardships.

"You have heard that it was said, 'Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.

Matthew 5:43-45 (NIV)

I’m not suggesting that I hate or have become enemies with my ex-boss or ex-girlfriend. I’m merely suggesting that because they spoke the truth in love, I am able to mature more into who God expects me to become – A person capable of loving and praying for my enemies. In other words, both individuals caused me to mature because of how they handled the situation, resulting in me having a greater capacity to love and pray for any foes or negative situations that might enter my life.

Both individuals blessed me by sharing the truth in love. And since I’ve been blessed, I will count it pure joy. This is the type of joy I could hold onto while enduring unemployment and the embarrassment of losing someone who I extended my heart to. This joy allows me to smile during my most difficult days. It gives me a light step in the morning when I face new challenges that will eventually lead to my next job opportunity or relationship.

I never thought I could have such joy resulting from such great loss, until it happened. To this day my heart is filled with gratitude for my ex-boss and ex-girlfriend sharing the truth with me in love. They are to be commended for having the courage to consider my heart in the process rather than just writing me off in a cold abrupt fashion.

It’s my hope that I can learn from these lessons and use as much diplomacy as they demonstrated to me. Being a part of someone’s growth is far more rewarding than shooting someone down because they have no place in my life. I can’t imagine a better world than a place where we all feel good about our losses, knowing that God will provide for our needs with the right job and relationship in due season.

THE VOYAGE OF THE DAWN TREADER

2010-06-17T08:22:00.000-05:00

Catch a glimpse of the new Narnia film release this December by clicking here.

Francine Locke Wins Best Actress

2010-06-10T09:49:00.000-05:00

It was a thrill for me to hear that Francine Locke won Best Actress at the Gideon Film Festival earlier this week for her role in Family Law. Francine contacted me a few months ago and asked if I’d write a story that would give her the greatest opportunity to win an award for Best Actress at a film festival.

Creating a platform for actors to display the range of their talent isn’t new. Many of the star oriented films released in late November and December are made specifically for Oscar nominations. With the growing arena of family and faith based films, a genre that Francine excels in, it wasn’t a surprise that she was interested in a similar goal.

Developing the character with Francine was a lot of fun. She is great at brainstorming and looking for the emotional hook that draws the audience into her character. She obviously did a great job in the role as a lawyer and made the character real enough that attorney’s informed us she was dead on with her portrayal.

Acting is a craft that few know how to sink their teeth into. Most just play themselves regardless of what the script calls for. Others spend days observing real people that are similar to their character and work hard to develop the same mannerisms and voice tones prevalent in that area of life.

Francine prepared for the role by brushing up on her acting skills with top-level classes that few actors are able to take. She wanted to make sure her character was real and natural. Her award proved the success of her process and placed her in discussions for a role in Cop Shoppe.

Cop Shoppe Draws Paramount’s Attention

2010-06-02T09:33:00.001-05:00

Here is the latest update on the Cop Shoppe film project.

Family Law :30 Trailer

2010-05-30T14:11:00.000-05:00

Family Law - Trailer from CJ Powers on Vimeo.

Coming Soon to a Theater Near You - NOT

2010-05-30T07:57:00.000-05:00

IRON BABY from Patrick Boivin on Vimeo.

Cop Shoppe in Development

2010-05-26T22:10:00.001-05:00

Developing a story like “Cop Shoppe” takes many rewrites to attract name talent to a project. Fortunately, the latest version of the story attracted names you’ve seen and enjoyed on screen numerous times. All preliminary meetings went better than expected and you can read more about it on our Cop Shoppe website.

Development is a difficult time for a producer, as intension, timing and talent must come together. Several times during the process, some find themselves in a position where they are about to be attached to the project, but instead find that an interested person of a higher caliber of skill and following has replaced them.

Relationships, budgets and timing become important factors in how a film comes together. The ole saying is that its about who you know, until you get an opportunity, then it’s about how you perform. The last thing you want to have happen is getting an opportunity that is beyond you, causing you to crash and burn – turning your relationships south.

On the other side of the spectrum is the need to be challenged enough that you can step up to the next level of improving your craft and becoming the best in your field. This fine line makes the difference between those who become well known and those who stay locked into certain markets or genres.

Development is all about developing the story, characters, networks, relationships, etc. It is the most difficult phase of a production and gets the least rewards. So, follow me on the journey with “Cop Shoppe” and find out if the project gets off the ground or crashes and burns.

New Site for Cop Shoppe

2010-05-18T17:57:00.001-05:00

Click here for the new "Cop Shoppe" site for the latest in behind the scenes information.

An Exploding Yacht

2010-05-18T11:01:00.002-05:00

Learn about changes to "Cop Shoppe" and the team's look into exploding a yacht by clicking here.

Cop Shoppe - Chapter One: Going Off Plan

2010-05-10T07:03:00.004-05:00

The rising sun illuminated the Chicago skyline facing Michigan Avenue. The golden light rays reflected off the tall glass buildings, gradually lighting up alcoves and alleyways that seemed to hold darkness until overcome by the noonday sun. Pigeons set out to capture their fill of crumbs from the bustling Starbucks and corner cafes.

Coffee bearing zombies emerged from their favorite haunts to flag down taxicabs and enter the rat race. Commuters struggled with lifting their computer bags to check their watches, while keeping their coffee cups level. The crowd moved in sync and the pace quickened closer to the business district. The steady flow of bodies and cars crescendoed into a bustling city, officially closing out the weekend.

Few cars broke free of the traffic congestion by entering dark side streets and alleyways. At the opposite end of one lonely alley was a small establishment closing from a late night of enthusiasts that attempted to hold back the new week from arriving.

A big solid Hispanic bouncer escorted the last disheveled patron from the Dixie Club. Both had to squint as the sun cut down into the barren side street. The bouncer acted like he hadn’t felt the sun on his face for decades, as he watched the last patron stagger away from the building.

The Dixie Club looked well worn and dumpy with the sunlight revealing its every crack and dirty panel. It gave no clue to passersby that it was a happening club decked out in its glamorous chaser lights in the peak of a party night. Nor would anyone have guessed that its popularity hid the area king pin in the back lounge on weekends before the latest shipments of powdered entertainment were to arrive at the local docks.

The dimly lit lounge gave no sign of daylight breaking, except when a private bodyguard would glance out the back window. The room was comfortable enough to relax and big enough to house several guards during distribution conversations with the locals. But one thing the room didn’t provide was the incredible amount of respect held for one man who enjoyed cuddling with the attractive woman snuggling in his shoulder.

Sandy was a dishwater blonde, Caucasian woman in her mid forties and loved the feel of snuggling, especially when her hair was stroked. Her face was filled with contentment as a hand gently caressed her hair like a father gently stroking his daughter’s. Sandy felt there was nothing better to help her wind down and close out a long energetic weekend.

The tenderness abruptly ended as the man’s shoulder shifted. His hand reached into his Armani suit coat and pulled out a shot tube of cherry colored powder from his inside pocket. Sandy was jostled out of her euphoric state and snapped back to reality. She shifted around to get her bearings.

Sandy’s memory brought focus and enlightenment. She quickly scanned her outfit and saw that she was dressed like a floozy. Realizing that gum was in her mouth, she started chewing it like a lady of the evening. Her eyes shifted into a mode looking for sensuality. Her fingers stretched and contracted as if she were awakening her body for action. She looked longingly at the man she had snuggled with.

Mr. Diaz was a Hispanic area king pin who commanded more respect than the two previous mobsters that controlled the area. While his ability to quickly gain respect might have been due to his bent on family life and care for the ladies, most showed him respect for fear of dieing. Diaz loved his yacht and seemed to always leave a wake of bodies every time he left town.

With the tube of cherry colored powder held lightly in his hand, Diaz signaled Denny for a green light. Diaz was always careful before imbibing in drugs, as his empire had grown beyond any other and he wasn’t about to risk it on a moment of pleasure.

Diaz had started out with a simple lawn mower, rakes and a few good friends. He stepped up quickly and bought several trailers and large riding mowers once he figured out how to crack the townhome lawn maintenance market. Most of his profits came from board members signing his firm for ten grand more than the market was bearing in order to take personal kickbacks to remodel their basements with deluxe entertainment systems.

Eventually Diaz added drug delivery to his list of services, as most wealthy suburban folks didn’t want to visit the seedy side of town and would pay an extra twenty percent to keep their reputation clear of any questionable activity. Most transactions happened at the lawn maintenance trailers, as the homeowners would loudly demand a better job be done on their immaculate lawn.

The empire grew even larger once Diaz figured out how to manufacture the product for his area and sell wholesale to surrounding distributors. While his product was not patentable due to legal reasons, it was unique enough that he dominated three regions. Within a decade, he owned a vast territory and the lives of all the distributors.

Diaz never desired to own the dealers and got away from the trailer activity once his cash flow allowed for manufacturing. The cherry meth in his tube was his 27^th sample and his technicians were proud of their latest chemistry. The cherry meth was supposed to be like tasting a Cherry Coke followed by a comfortable marijuana buzz. Diaz was confident it would be the drug to knock out the competitive ecstasy that previously flooded the market. In his mind, it was perfect for the junior high set.

Diaz glanced back at Denny hoping for a green light and a nice buzz.

Denny Jamison spoke on his radio mic hidden in his sleeve, while glancing out the back window. He squinted into the alley through the dirty window that was illuminated by the rays of light bouncing down from the glass high rises above. The coast was clear out back and he was waiting for his men to report from four other locations. Everyone knew that Diaz needed to be protected and no one ever lived who was negligent in his duties.

Denny loved his job, as it wielded great power and more pleasantries than anyone could imagine. His stipend for excellence was around $1,400 a week, which didn’t hold a candle to his salary. His position provided all the girls, social drugs and travel experiences any secular person could hope for. It was a dream come true, except for his lack of nightly sleep due to all the legal intrusions and battles they faced regularly.

But Denny was confident he’d stay on top for a long time due to the great respect Diaz commanded. Even the police called him Mr. Diaz. And, when he was feeling really good, Denny would let his boss know by referring to him as king Diaz.

Denny’s hand rose to his earpiece to hold it in place to make sure he heard the reports clearly. The reports were coming in from man one, man two,…

Sandy needed to shift the focus back to plan. She stretched out her hand and placed it on the inner part of Diaz’s thigh. She gently rubbed his leg as she watched his face for a response, but he was too focused. “C'mon baby, you promised time with me and the night's almost over,” pleaded Sandy.

Denny looked toward the couch, “All clear Mr. Diaz.”

The top of the shot tube popped off and a line of cherry meth poured onto the glass coffee table. A hand holding a razor blade and short straw reached out toward Diaz, who acknowledged the gesture. Diaz’s smile suggested a bonus would appear in the man’s account by the following weekend.

Terry stood up proud after receiving a form of affirmation from Diaz. He marveled at the power he felt whenever he received emotional support from him. He knew that men always needed someone to be proud of them and Terry found himself to be no different. However, he did wonder if he would ever have a good person affirm him, but felt most people saw his self-confidence and muscular build as a symbol that he lacked nothing.

Terry’s good looks didn’t help the matter. Most of his friends were always concerned that he would get too bigheaded or arrogant if they praised him in any way. Yet, deep within his soul, Terry felt like a little kid always having to prove his existence, while searching for a way to make his mark on the world.

Diaz finished sculpting his first line of meth. He leaned over to Sandy in response to her request for some private time. “First a buzz to unwind, then a little romp before bedtime,” said Diaz.

“Oh, baby,” was Sandy’s elated response. She wrapped herself around his arm and hugged him tightly. She was back on plan and knew that everything was going to work out according to her heart-felt dreams.

Diaz dragged the short straw along the line as part of his routine leading to a relaxed state. With every incremental drop of Diaz’s tense shoulders, Denny and the other guards became more rigid and alert. They scanned every door and window. Reports continued in rapid fire over the radio system that was clipped to all the guard’s ears and sleeves.

Terry was down right uneasy. He rapidly glanced around the room like a driver who is about to emerge from a blind alley into unknown traffic.

Diaz drew in his first deep breath as the straw glided down the line of cherry meth.

“Do you feel good, baby?” said Sandy in a sensual voice.

“Want some?” replied Diaz who always shared with those close to him.

Terry pulled out a .44 Magnum and pointed it at Diaz. Sandy shifted a way and shot Terry a look branding him a fool. She knew he just stepped into something that few have ever survived, shy of a descent burial if the bodies stayed intact.

Denny pointed his gun at Terry with a crooked smile as if he longed for that moment. “No one threatens king Diaz.”

Terry pulled out his badge and showed it to Denny, then Diaz. “You have the right to remain silent…”

“And, you have the right to die a tragic death,” interrupted Diaz.

The sound of multiple guns cocking filled the air. Terry’s peripheral vision could see four guns within inches of his head and he sensed two more behind him. His eyes got wild. Fear and adrenaline pumped through his veins. He knew that life was about to change, but wondered how many lives would survive the moment. All it took was one gun to go off and an entire dominos effect of triggers clicking would send more to their grave.

Approaching distant sirens broke the tension in the room. Sandy took advantage of the momentary distraction to bolt up from the couch and shift the focus to her.

“I've been waiting for him all night and you're not going to stop us!” shouted Sandy like a crazy woman.

Everyone was taken aback by the explosion of estrogen and stared in disbelief. Sandy jumped on Terry and started beating him with all the force she could muster. “No one keeps me from my man!”

Terry spun around and slammed Sandy down onto the glass table. Her face was smashed up against the glass and her nose was next to the second line of cherry meth. Terry placed his gun against Sandy’s temple. He glared at Diaz and cocked his gun.

“Call your men off.”

“How 'bout I help you,” responded Diaz in a glib voice. He reached over and wiped the meth across Sandy’s nose. She inhaled it with a jolt. Her eyes rolled from the unexpected dose. She smiled.

“It'll lessen the pain baby,” said Diaz. “I'll have Tony come for you in a few hours.”

Diaz signaled his guards. They all dropped their guns and left the room. Denny held his position until Diaz could stand and head to the backdoor.

Sandy shook loose and spun around, hitting Terry square in the jaw. She turned to Diaz, “No! I'm coming with you!”

Terry spun around and grabbed Sandy in a bear hug.

“Get off of me!” shouted Sandy as she pushed back off of the couch.

Terry lost his balance and the two fell backwards, crashing through the glass table onto the floor. Sandy spun around and punched Terry with all her might like a banshee on steroids.

Denny and Diaz took the distraction as their signal to leave and slipped quietly out the back door, but Terry noticed as the sound of sirens increased and diminished with the opening and closing of the door.

“Stop! They're gone,” whispered Terry in hopes that the beating would end.

“They're watching through video feeds you idiot,” whispered Sandy in an intense voice. “I'm not breaking cover.”

The muted sirens came to a stop in the front of the establishment, but Sandy continued the beating.

“I'm not going to fight back, so lighten up your punches,” pleaded Terry.

“It'll show on the video,” retorted Sandy. “It's your punishment for going off plan.” Anger flared on Sandy’s face and she slammed her fist across Terry’s nose. Blood splattered on the couch.

The curtain door to the lounge left little to the imagination as the police broke down the front door with a steel battering ram. An officer flung open the curtain revealing another officer in a shooting stance. The backdoor clicked shut.

The first officer hustled over to Terry and took a knee. He looked back at the second officer, “Officer down. She's headed out back.”

Two officers headed out the back door, while the remaining officer looked after Terry’s wound. Terry pinched his nose closed. “I hope your guys treat her like scum,” Terry shook his head. “For the sake of the camera.”

The alleyway was long and filled with debris waiting for garbage day. At the opposite end of the alley Diaz slipped into his car. Sandy’s sprint wasn’t fast enough. She came around the corner just as the car was pulling away. “No!”

Sandy stopped in her tracks and sucked air deeply. It had been too long since she had to run the forty to re-qualify her status for fieldwork. The only thing in her favor that kept her safe at work was her age matching the range of the crooks in power.

“ughmf,” choked out Sandy as the wind was knocked out of her and she crashed to the pavement after being tackled by one of the officers in pursuit. The second officer put his knee in the center of her back keeping her down while he placed handcuffs on her. Sandy could feel the small pavement stones cut into her face from the pressure.

“You have the right to remain silent…”

Sandy’s breath diminished, her eyes rolled and she blacked out.

"Iron Man 2" Opens Big

2010-05-06T17:49:00.005-05:00

Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.) does every thing big and over the top at the Stark Expo. The goal of the production team for “Iron Man 2” seemed to take on that same audaciousness. The production team performed a significant amount of work at the Los Angeles Sepulveda Dam to erect the largest greens screen (600’X200’) ever used in motion picture history for the Stark Expo scenes.

To light this monstrosity that glowed for miles during production, the entire top of the screen was lined with 20Ks and PRG Bad Boys (48,000 lumens and 1200W) – For those of you who aren’t tech savvy, it took LOTS of lights.

I noticed a touch of irony in the production team taking cues from the fictional Stark, while the writer seemingly drew from Downey’s life to sketch out Stark’s personal struggles – Of course, screenplay writer Justin Theroux never admitted to it, but if you read the papers a few years back…

The hardest part of continuing a franchise is finding a way to top the debut film’s box office take of $572 million worldwide. Once the audience falls in love with the characters, the creative team finds itself working hard to find the right balance. "We always want to stay true to the characters as written in the comics, but we also don't want to be afraid to take risks occasionally with our characters," says Kevin Feige, President of Marvel Studios and producer of "Iron Man 2."

Director/Executive Producer Jon Favreau was freed to choose characters from any of the 600 Iron Man issues released over the past 42 years, but it wasn’t without concern. "When you have multiple characters in a film, it tends to get complicated, and I think many sequels fall short because they create too many layers of complication, both in character and in plot," says Favreau. "Plot is something I'm not particularly great at because I don't have a mindset for twisty, turny, maze-like stories. I'm more of a story guy."

The story was preset during the ending of “Iron Man” when Tony announced to the public that he was Iron Man – something a super hero had never done before. This set up an opportunity to explore the complexities of the stark character and how he deals with his own outing. "When you have a lead character as rich as Tony Stark, you really want to explore the trials and tribulations of his life," says Feige. “That immediately sets up the tension and the conflict for this film and that's what we wanted to continue to explore.”

The only question remaining is will this Marvel story out due the first film and rise to success. "The secret to Marvel comics is the depth and complexity of the characters, all of whom are flawed in some way," says Feige. "That's what makes our characters interesting and why they have withstood the test of time. This dynamic has also allowed us to successfully transition Marvel characters into the film medium and expose them to a large segment of the audience that has never read a comic book."

National Day of Prayer

2010-05-06T07:26:00.000-05:00

Today is the 59^th annual observance of prayer in our nation. This year’s theme is “Prayer for such a time as this.” The key verse is Nahum 1:7 which states: “The LORD is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in Him.”

This year’s program was not without controversy, as lawsuits were filed to stop the prayer meeting. The Obama administration was the defendant in the case, arguing for the continuation of the National Day of Prayer. This was due largely to President Obama’s role in enforcing the statute by issuing a proclamation each year.

Obama’s position stated that the statute is simply the “acknowledgement of the role of religion in American life.”

With this freedom still intact, I urge everyone to participate in some way. There are thousands of events across our nation and suggest you find one near you.

Click here to read the Proclamation and find an event near you.

Dancing Minds

2010-05-05T07:02:00.004-05:00

Anne’s eyes pulled tightly closed. She wasn’t about to let the tear welling in her eye release in front of her prospects. It was her first time out since the divorce and she was determined to meet someone. Three years was long enough. While her emotions were barely controllable, she calmed and slowly opened her eyes to a group of men standing across the dance floor.

Anne’s nerves were heightened more than usual. She was unwavering to the task of learning if she was still attractive. She scanned the room until her eyes found a gentle set of hazel eyes looking back at her. Did he notice me or is he looking right through me?

Jason’s eyes quickly dropped to the floor. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His nerves spiked off the chart. He couldn’t comprehend the beauty of the women whose image was instantly seared into his mind for all eternity. His heart was pounding and he started to feel like he was in over his head. But, he had to look again.

Her beauty was… Breath. Breath again. Jason focused on breathing before he turned pail. What was it about her beauty that put his body into such a conniption? Why would beauty be so alarming? Breath. His heart pounded harder and he knew there would be no relief until he walked over and said something to her.

Oh, no. What would he say? He was sure to say something stupid or just babble as he drooled over her gimlet eyes. He was under her spell and it took all his effort to stand without wavering. He must stop looking.

Anne looked away. She couldn’t believe that she was locked onto a man like a vulture. Maybe she wasn’t ready for this dating thing. It had been 29 years since she had to attract anyone and her skin wasn’t as soft and creamy as it once was. And, what of her hair? She tried to fluff her brunette hair, catching the light in her highlights. She suddenly stopped.

Two other men were now looking at her like she was a piece of meat. Oh, what did she get herself into and why do men have to be so visual? A chuckle rose from within and drew her mouth into a big smile. There she stood wanting to find out if she was still attractive and now she was trying to find a way to hide from the gawkers. Oh, the irony.

Anne made an obvious turn to the first man in hopes of discouraging the others. He looked a little shy, yet he was dressed like a professional who dominated his industry. The way he carried himself suggested a high acumen for business, yet he had a cute approachableness that seemed to be buried in a sense of shyness.

Jason took another deep breath. How could he walk across the floor without tripping? There had to be some way for him to approach her without coming across as foolish as he felt. Then again, maybe she was the type that loved men melting down to the level of an idiot after receiving a dose of her beauty. And, what of her heart? It had to be even more beautiful, since beauty radiates from the inside out.

Jason chuckled. He knew the difference between the plastic look many women put on to pretend they are beautiful inside and the real women who glow from a deep inner beauty that can’t be kept in. He looked right at her and knew instantly that her smile was genuine and approachable. To gently press his lips up against hers – Wait! What was he doing? Fantasizing was for women. Was he coming unglued?

Jason looked again. She was still there and looking in his direction. Her slender body was perfectly shaped and the way she tilted her head. Oh, my word. He was taking a step. What happened? Another step. Jason was moving and he couldn’t stop himself. He would soon be across the floor only to say something stupid that he’d regret for the rest of his life.

Anne noticed that her professional was moving her direction. She looked right at him and a big smile came on her face. It was involuntary and she wasn’t sure it was appropriate or if it made her look desperate, but it was growing with every step he took. Get a grip on yourself girl, life is about to change.

There was no turning back. Jason was just two steps away and couldn’t turn, since it was clear where he was headed. His mouth started to open, but what would he say? Would it be cute, witty or romantic? No, not romantic for the first…

“I, uhm, you…”

“Hi, I’m Anne.” She held out her hand to shake.

Jason took her hand and felt a rush within his soul. Her hand was softer than he anticipated; yet her handshake was firm. He knew in a moment that her heart was just as soft, but she had the gumption to deal with difficult situations in life regardless of how she might hate doing so. To find a woman like this, hmm. Oh, wait a minute. He was in the middle of a greeting. Stay focused. You can do it.

“I’m Jason.”

There, he did it. He got his name out and didn’t say anything foolish. In fact, he didn’t trip on the way over to meet her. Things were looking up. Oops, there is that dreaded silence. What am I supposed to talk about?

Anne smiled, realizing that Jason was still holding her hand. It was kind of cute. And, it felt good. It had been too long since anyone desired to hold her hand. It felt really good. But, it was clear she had to start the conversation. So, here goes.

“You look like a businessman, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m really new at this dating thing.”

What was that? Anne wondered if she was talking with a needy guy who didn’t know how to handle himself with women. Or, maybe she should give him the benefit of the doubt. Was he the strong yet transparent type who was opening his heart to her from day one? No, that would be too good to be true.

“I just needed to, well I wanted to let you know that I’m going to stumble over my words tonight, a little any way, because I’m not, well your beauty is startling awesome and it’s distracting my thoughts a bit, here, tonight. Well of course tonight, I mean we, I just met you.”

Wow. This guy is either a mess or I’m the greatest highlight in his life. And, he’s sweet too. Good looking. Definitely a brave soul. I just don’t know how men work up the courage and place themselves in harms way to receive major rejections, especially with first lines like that. But, I like him.

“Jason, that is so nice of you to say. I really appreciate your openness and I can see you have a good heart.” Oops, too much. Is he turning red?

Anne grabs his arm. “I assumed you came over here to dance?”

“Yes,” Jason smiled and led Anne onto the dance floor.

The up beat tempo allowed for freedom of movement even though Anne knew her skills lacked. Her only solace was that most men would see her moves as special in comparison to their own questionable dance movements. The good news, they were moving and his excess energy would soon dissipate so they could have a normal conversation and actually get to know each other.

Anne smiled. She knew that she had found a great guy and was looking forward to the weeks ahead in building the relationship in time for the family reunion. And who knows, if others like him, maybe he would be a keeper.

Jason smiled. He knew that he was in way out of his league, but being honest up front seemed to work. He would definitely focus on opening his heart more in the coming weeks and enjoy the fun they might have together. He chuckled. He couldn’t believe how many hours he fretted about attending the singles function. He would absolutely be able to walk away from this one with dignity and great arm candy.

Invitation to Watch TV & Cable Change

2010-05-04T07:01:00.002-05:00

I received an invitation via email from the Total Living Network to attend the screening of a new film. The screening includes a live performance by the featured comedian Michael Jr. and illustrates one of the latest changes in the cable television community – repositioning broadcast/cable companies as storytelling studios.

In the early days of broadcast there were only a handful of channels available to watch. The audience had little choice in programming due to the few channels available in the area. In Chicagoland, we had greater choices including an educational station, a religious station, two local stations, and three network stations. With the later advent of cable, the choices jumped to 50 channels and a decade later to 500 channels. Today, there are thousands of channels available via the Internet.

Many in the television industry see the writing on the wall. Major networks are quickly starting up Internet channels to stay ahead of the curve before broadcast stations are circumvented by other sources of programming. Unfortunately, networks get paid very little for ads shown with programming on the Internet, causing great downsizing concerns similar to what the newspaper industry saw around 2002-2003.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what will happen to television during this next decade. The broadcasters, cable and wireless companies will become big dumb pipes for the information to flow. The production and storytelling companies will be quickly weeded out based on focus within key niche markets and the quality of story presented. The advertisers who make it all a reality will stop purchasing space from the big pipes and go directly to the quality storytelling production companies that build audiences based on the success of their stories.

New companies will emerge to aggregate the programs on a per use or monthly fee. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised to see YouTube, Hulu, NetFlix and others start charging according to this up coming model. The new players will also provide the information to you on the device of your choice, in the location of your choice, and at the time of your choice. You’ll no longer need to watch TV at just the right time or set the DVR for time shifting.

Regional settings will come into play as local businesses sponsor shows like NCIS, American Idol and the like within a ten mile radius of their store/restaurant. National sponsors will spend time looking for successful storytellers who can attract the right audience for their product. And, more product placement will happen to build the bond between key characters and the use of the sponsor’s products – drawing audience members to the product by way of their vicarious relationship with the key character.

This new model will make advertisers very happy, as they will be able to focus specifically on their primary audience. Quality storytelling production companies will be happy, no longer having to bend to the whims of the network executives. And, the audience will be happy to watch better quality shows with ads that actually interest them. While the audience and advertisers win big time with this model, it won’t be pretty until a new breed of storytellers replace numerous production, broadcast and cable companies.

Gender Equality in Film

2010-05-03T08:23:00.002-05:00

I couldn’t help but over hear a recent conversation by “Christian” filmmakers chatting about how most family films are made by men. The conversation took a turn for the worse when one stated that women had no place in the business. It took every ounce of strength I had to not barge into a conversation that I should not have been privy to.

Having just come off of “Family Law”, which was produced by a woman and starred a woman, I was disappointed that those men weren’t instead talking about how to empower more women to get into the industry. After all, women purchase the majority of all entertainment products and a female producer would have a good handle on whether or not the director understands the market segment receiving the film’s release.

I’m fortunate to have two friends that offer hands on film training in Colorado (Some day I should probably introduce them to each other). These women understand the language of film and train both men and women equally. The outcome of the week to two-week sessions is a video that enters the marketplace. They are both providing a great service to all who participate and I’ve seen several women step up to the challenge and fun.

Regardless of my feelings toward the men’s comments about women in film, it is true that women are seldom found in key roles like directing. In Fact, Kathryn Bigelow (The Hurt Locker) was the first woman in the 82-year history of the Oscars to win Best Director.

However, God gives equal opportunity to everyone. One of my favorite verses states:

“If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.”

Male or female can ask God for wisdom regardless of their faults and receive it. There is nothing more equal than that. In fact, the only inequality that might be present is the person’s own choice to not ask. That is up to them.

And, if they choose not to ask numerous times over the years and then learn that there is a great divide between genders, they should not try to hinder the other gender to regain equality, but should instead start asking for wisdom. The equality is in the gift God provides ALL of us, not in how we try to limit or manage others in the name of equality.

Ah, I suppose I should step down from my soapbox for a moment.

If you’re a woman interested in becoming a director or producer, I suggest you ask God for wisdom in how to do it. And then, go do it, trusting Him to provide that wisdom as you go.

The Day After: Reflecting on the "Family Law" Premiere

2010-05-02T08:46:00.003-05:00

The day after Christmas I find myself in a solemn mood as I pick up the torn wrappings and food crumbs from the party. That same mood permeates my soul after a premiere like last night. The overcast sky and this morning’s raindrops dripping from the leaves outside my window add to the mood.

It is not a bad mood or even a sad one, just very somber. The excitement is gone, yet the simple joys of life remain. I glance out my study window and watch the blue jay hop along a branch as streaks of sunlight break through the clouds and remind me how blessed I am.

One of those blessings comes in the form of Francine Locke, the person who threw the party last night. She not only produced the film, but also played the lead role and is nominated for best actress at the Gideon Film Festival. I hope she comes home with an award in a few weeks.

The premiere was filled with many laughs, hugs and thought provoking moments. Those attending included family, close friends, friends of friends, blog readers, filmmakers and actors from other shows, and church leaders. It was fun to chat with several afterwards and learn their thoughts about the film – a wide range of comments gave perspective to how various personalities relate to the characters in the film.

I was thrilled to be supported last night by my family. My mom, who had been in the hospital for the past two weeks, made a remarkably fast recovery and came to the premiere. She said she wasn’t going to let anything keep her away. My son Chris and his wife Sarah joined in the fun. My daughter Caitlyn and her friend came. And, my sister Linda was selected by Francine to draw a winning ticket for the “poor artist’s” raffle. My daughter Carolyn, who lives out in the Seattle area, wasn’t able to attend since she was just here for a visit a couple weeks ago – She was missed.

Several great friends showed up and I wish I had space to mention them all. Mary and Dennis came bearing a “Great Artist Award” (from the dollar store) to esteem me with their humorous, but genuine honor – It makes great blog artwork, but the uploading system is down today. Ron, who used to create Fortune 100 interactive videos with me in days gone by, drove a couple hours to join us and volunteered to help with marketing the film. Gabe, from the band of brothers I hang with, had a last second change in plans and brought his wife who I was happy to meet for the first time. Dan and Debbie Kreger, who have continually encouraged me to get my stories out, came with broad smiles and enough excitement to energize anyone they spoke with.

Unfortunately, the evening’s schedule conflicted with numerous other events, but I was happy to receive calls, text messages and emails of encouragement and regrets from those not able to attend.

My somber thoughts will slowly give way to the new chapter in my life that starts tomorrow. Life will bring about a new focus and steps will be made to move forward with new stories that can touch someone’s soul who needs encouragement. I hope my art can make a difference in someone’s life and gives a perspective that helps them embrace life regardless of the difficulties they may face.

I will never forget last night and will always treasure the cast and crew who made the film possible. More importantly, I hope that in the near future I might receive notes from viewers who were encouraged by the film – Little inspirations to encourage the cast and crew for their hard work.

The saddest part of last night was the closing out of the artistic side of the project, which now gives way to the marketing, sales and distribution part of filmmaking. The next few months will make the difference in our ability to complete the series of short films designed for family devotions, small group discussions and personal reflection.

So, on to the next chapter - He slowly turns the page with anticipation...

Bill's Team Touches Millions of Lives

2010-04-25T21:59:00.000-05:00

I had the opportunity to chat with Bill Snider this weekend. Bill is the director of the Asia Pacific Media Ministry (APMM), which touches millions of people every year through various movies, television shows and DVDs. The key to Bill’s success is found in his process of training nationals in media and storytelling techniques.

When you first meet Bill, you don’t see him as a media mogul who manages numerous productions in various countries using languages you can’t even pronounce, but rather you see a humble man who insists that God has given him an incredible privilege of encouraging media nationals to reach the lost in their own countries.

Most missionaries I met while I was growing up seemed to lack the skill needed to take advantage of the modern media of the day – The 16mm projector. Once VHS came into vogue, some missionaries got the hang of it, but their content didn’t take advantage of the latest techniques or equipment.

Bill on the other hand has been at the cutting edge of media for the past 34 years. First starting out in Christian radio before it was cool, to now providing digital mp4 players throughout Mainland China. The device looks just like a cell phone and incorporates the Bible, teaching materials, worship music and much more – all for $27.

Being on the cutting edge of media allows Bill to rapidly reach teens through the internet in various languages and countries with vital information that helps each person reach and teach another about Christ. This new evangelistic process empowers teenagers to make a difference in their own communities.

And, with authenticity and transparency becoming a chief cornerstone of the millennial generation, Bill’s team is on the cutting edge of providing the necessary training and outreach tools they need to inspire a curious heart to find Jesus. Bill and the team at APMM are playing a major role in reaching the 360 million people who are connected on the Internet in China.

It’s no wonder that Bill and I were smiling ear to ear when we reconnected. As his friend, I couldn’t be happier for him making such a significant difference in our world. Whether it is film, television, the Internet, DVDs, or mp4 players, Bill is helping millions of people find the One who can change their lives forever.

In my book, that makes Bill one of the wealthiest men I know.

An Awkward “Date Nite”

2010-04-25T09:10:00.001-05:00

Have you ever gone to a movie with someone for the first time and you’re not sure of her taste? It seems that whenever I’m in that situation, there is a moment in the movie that is irreverent, sacrilegious or clearly inappropriate. The moment is always charged with a wonder of how she will react and whether or not my reaction will match hers.

The movie “Date Nite” is one of those films and the inappropriate moment is the infamous pole dance scene. This is a scene were two conservatives watching the film would typically be appalled due to the innuendo and senatorial narcissism, unless they are just out to have a good time and find the moment so stupid that it’s funny. I laughed.

Now before you judge me, please take a moment to understand why I laughed. The film is a parody in the vein of “Mr. and Mrs. Smith” or “True Lies.” It is filled with over-the-top humor that Steve Carell and Tina Fey are known for.

Most people recall the Sarah Palin parody that put Tina Fey on the map. While some conservatives found it atrocious, most didn’t have a problem laughing at the extremes displayed in the parody – after all, it was extremes, not reality.

Americans have always been good natured and willing to laugh at themselves. This cultural phenomenon is unique to the United States and even keynote speakers of the highest caliber find humor in self-deprecation.

Director Shawn Levy is also known for this type of silly over-the-top humor with his films “Night at the Museum,” “The Pink Panther,” and “Big Fat Liar.” Anyone purposely going to a Levy, Carell, and Fey film would expect nothing less.

What made that moment funny for me was knowing that the actors had no clue how to pole dance and the director took advantage of it by having them improvise the scene. Have you ever watched a person do something totally out of their comfort zone and make a total fool of themselves, all while trying to appear cool and in the know?

You know the type of humor, the kind that wouldn’t be funny due to circumstances, but is funny because of the situation surrounding it. It reminded me of “Raiders of the Lost Ark” when Indie had a big guy with two swinging machetes coming after him and he had no idea how to win the fight. Then the light bulb went on. He nonchalantly pulled out a revolver and shot the guy. It was an improvisational moment due to Harrison Ford’s fever and his desire to quickly get back to bed. The unexpectedness of the situation made it funny.

Or, how about the time my dad fell down the steps and my mom ran to his side, only to find him in a mangled position that looked like a pretzel. She cracked up laughing. While no one in their right mind would laugh at someone falling down the steps, it is hard to hold back laughter when you come around a corner thinking you’re going to see someone in pain and instead find them in the shape of a pretzel. It’s the situation that’s funny, not the circumstance.

Here’s how the dance pole situation in “Date Nite” transpired. Levy actually rolled cameras and then called out different names of dance moves like the monkey or banana. Carell and Fey, not having a clue what the dances were, interpreted what they thought the dance would look like and immediately improvised its performance. Yes, the crew was cracking up during the shoot.

My suggestion is that if you are offended by innuendo, narcissism or silliness, don’t see the movie. If, however, you can find the humor in parody, silliness and outrageous improvisational moments, then go laugh up a storm. The film is sure to break $100M by the end of the month. While there is little redemptive value in the film, it has numerous moments of situational comedy for those wanting to just kick back and chuckle at the absurd.

CJ’s Congratulations to Award Nominated Francine Locke

2010-04-23T10:30:00.001-05:00

It was a pleasure to work with Francine on “Family Law” and I’m thrilled she was nominated for Best Actress at the Gideon Short Film Festival. She brought a significant depth to her character and displayed a range of emotions that exceeded my expectations.

Francine and I had several conversations prior to production in order to make certain her character was developed fully. She was adamant about getting every nuance right. She was determined to make her character, law firm partner Carol Peters, believable and realistic. She not only accomplished that goal, but the wife of a local attorney shared that her character was just like one of the lawyers in her husband’s firm.

I’ll never forget shooting the climax of the film in one take. That was an experience of a lifetime. With the climax of the film being so critical, most directors shoot numerous takes to ensure they got exactly what’s needed. Amazingly, Francine did it perfectly in the first take. Just in case something happened to the footage, I did shoot a “safety,” but never even looked at it in post.

Francine gave me an incredible experience directing her in “Family Law”. I marveled at her performance and found my job as a director easy to do with her in the lead role. I wish her well and look forward to her returning from The Gideon with an award in hand.

And, if I might add a selfish thought, I’m looking forward to working with her again in “Cop Shoppe.” It’s a story about detective Sandy Conner (Francine Locke) who attempts to expunge king pin Diaz after he puts her son’s life in peril. Her only recourse to serve justice and put Mr. Diaz behind bars rests in the decision to trust her by-the-book newbie partner and give up her teenage son.

Congratulations Francine on the nomination!

Words

2010-04-19T09:16:00.005-05:00

Everyone has an opinion, but few voice it. Some feel their thoughts don’t matter or count, while others feel their words will fall short of affecting change. Yet, every day there are millions of bloggers worldwide who share their thoughts regardless of what others think. Some are fired from their jobs for it and others are elevated into the limelight.

I’ve been told that writers write, even though less than one percent ever get published by someone else. I’ve also been told that everyone has at least one book inside of them, yet few attempt it and less get published. I can’t help but wonder that if everyone has a book inside of their heart waiting to come out, does that make them a writer and should they be writing?

God wrote His book and it was number one on the best sellers list year after year, until they finally determined to take it off so others could have a shot at being number one. Today, the Bible still outsells all other books, even though it no longer is counted on the best sellers’ list.

And what about the perspective on words by those who deal with hurting people?

One person expounded numerous times how people should never overlook an opportunity to keep their mouth shut. Does this suggest we shouldn’t bother to write our story or share it verbally? Or, are we just prone to use our gift of communication to hurt others, rather than bless them?

I’ve been told that women speak 25,000 words a day, while men speak 5,000. Does that suggest that there should be more women authors than men? Glancing at several categories on the best sellers list today, it is dominated by men.

And what about personal communication? I learned that men during dating step up to about 15,000 words a day, attracting the woman of their choice. Unfortunately, statistics show that once married, men return to 5,000 words a day. While some women are disappointed that he no longer communicates, others consider if they are talking too much and squelching his opportunity to share. In the meantime, the man may have just determined to never overlook an opportunity to keep his mouth shut in order to stay out of the doghouse.

The Bible tells us that words are important, as even God spoke the world into existence. It also expounds that the tongue is difficult to control and is capable of both blessing and cursing. Many books have been written on the topic, one of which states that words of affirmation are a needed gift of love for others. A gift that feels good when expressed and feels all the better when received.

Our words not only express sentiment and love, but it also reveals our dark side of anger and cruelty. Many of us fight the words that echo in our heads from decades gone by, when our ears heard how terrible of a person we were. We found ourselves embracing those dreaded words, only to review them every time we embark on a challenge – giving us pause about if we are good enough to accomplish a task.

I chatted with a friend yesterday about finishing one of my many books. My head spun in a sea of bewilderment, as I couldn’t see any reason to proceed. I was writing a series for the community outreach program I participate in every week, but one of the leaders was adamant about me not sharing my books with the people. So, without an outlet for the books, I found no reason to complete the series.

Some might suggest I write in faith, believing that when I’m done there will be a market for it. Others would suggest that since I’m not an expert on the topic, I have no right to write it. Still others have shared that I’m a writer and I need to write. While yet another would remind me to never overlook an opportunity to be silent.

It appears that everyone has an opinion if I should or shouldn’t write, but few know what is on my heart unless I risk sharing it. Some will read my every word, while others only read those articles of interest to them. Still others won’t even bother with reading anything I’ve written, regardless of how close of a friend they might be.

Since writers can’t please everyone, they should just write what is on their heart to share. As for me, I’ve just completed the first draft of a feature screenplay titled “Cop Shoppe”. It’s a type of cop adventure I enjoy watching, includes some twists in the plot and a great message that evil will continue to prosper until good men are willing to make sacrifices instead of living a comfortable passive life.

In other words, I’ve decided not to keep my mouth shut, nor am I using a medium that hasn’t opened its doors to me. I’m making the effort to share my heart in an area that I hope many people will embrace, but if not, I at least shared what was on my heart to share.

Whether in media or in personal communication, it’s my opinion that taking the time to share our heart is what words were made for. I hope you take time and share your heart this week with someone who will appreciate your words of blessing.

Review - The Book of Ruth: Journey of Faith

2010-04-15T07:47:00.002-05:00

The Book of Ruth: Journey of Faith was recently released on DVD to the home and church markets by PureFlix Entertainment. It holds fairly well to the biblical account with the added twist that it’s told from the perspective of Obed encouraging future king David out of the doldrums. The film opens with Obed sharing Ruth’s true-life story and closes with the encouraging words having improved David’s slingshot marksmanship.

While I admire director Stephen Patrick Walker’s attempt at bringing a new twist to the biblical account of Ruth, his creative effort fell flat. The excruciating slow pace finally picks up when Carman hits the screen as Boaz, thanks to his natural charismatic appeal. His playful interpretation of Boaz brings new life and rhythm to the film.

There are a handful of scenes where the director probably desired another take, but due to the low budget and fast paced shooting schedule, weaker scenes are salted throughout the film. Thankfully the characters of Naomi (Eleese Lester) and Ruth (Sherry Morris) are played in a pleasing manner, as they dominate time on screen.

I was disappointed in the scene where Ruth says to Naomi, “Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God.” I always envisioned it as the female version of Charlton Heston as Moses saying, “Let my people go.” Unfortunately, the scene didn’t come close to bringing the emotional power to the screen that I expected.

Over all, the story of Ruth powerfully inspires integrity and purpose in life, but sadly only a few actors come close to delivering the goods on screen. If you can get past the slow pace, you will certainly find the positive message worth your time. And, the good news is that a free study guide can be downloaded for families and churches to ignite conversations about devotion and faith.

I received this DVD free from PURE FLIX ENTERTAINMENT as part of their marketing program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

Review - Why You Say It by Webb Garrison

2010-04-07T14:55:00.003-05:00

There is no doubt that you noticed a young whippersnapper got this website up to snuff with a new look, but did you know how “whippersnapper” and “up to snuff” got its phrasing? Webb Garrison, author of Why You Say It, gives the background on over 600 everyday words or phrases handed down through the decades.

For instance, whippersnapper came from the greenhorn cowboy who first learned the easiest skill of snapping a black snake whip. These brash and unskilled beginners would strut through town calling attention to themselves by snapping their whips, but everyone knew they didn’t have the real skills of bulldogging a steer or roping a maverick.

Being up to snuff came from Europeans during the 17th century when snuff was becoming common. The discerning connoisseur was a person who could distinguish the difference between good and bad powder tobacco. The sharp fellow, who was not easily deceived by a sniff, was said to be up to snuff. With the changing social habits of the day, not up to snuff referred to an amateur’s ability, later changing the label of ridicule to anyone’s below standard performance or ability to discern.

The book is loaded with fun and humorous phrases like: nip it in the bud, horseplay, go off half-cocked, blow off steam, poppycock, ducks in a row, shoot the works, and left-handed compliment. The history of popular words includes: blockbuster, blue jeans, Listerine, on hold, golf, bikini, America, hit, cheesecake, and circus.

These fun little pieces of trivia will bring a smile to your face and open your eyes to a history almost forgotten. I was personally fascinated by several of the stories behind phrases that were passed down from my parents and grand parents, which didn’t make sense until I read the book. The book is currently available through Thomas Nelson.

I received this book free from Thomas Nelson Publishers as part of their BookSneeze.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

Review – Home Beyond the Sun

2010-04-05T14:34:00.004-05:00

Pure Flix Entertainment recently released the made for television movie “Home Beyond the Sun” on DVD. Originally airing in 2004, the delightful film has since won Best Dramatic Film at the WYSIWYG Festival and received new packaging for home and church sales.

The film is based on a true story about Jenna (Melyssa Ade) who enters China on a teacher’s work visa. It is during a time and place where possessing a Bible might lead to a long-term jail sentence. For those who have traveled to China and understand the subtleties of the culture, the film falls short of demonstrating those qualities. For those who can suspend disbelief, the film takes on a warm charm that will bring a smile to your face in its closing moments.

Melyssa Ade and young Molly Sayers carry the best parts of the film. Molly plays Chui Lee, a cute little girl who is overlooked for adoption due to her older age. Jenna and Chui’s lives cross and brings hope and a new found contentment to both. In an attempt to share compassion with her new found friend, Jenna sets out to look for adoptive parents that will bring Chui into their home, setting off a series of unique circumstances that lead to a pleasant ending.

While the film opens with a sense of drama, it is quickly submersed in lukewarm mediocrity. This is a slow paced feel good movie with little to contemplate and a lack of true cultural demonstration. However, viewers will joyfully embrace the unique “coincidences” that bring about an amazing end to a true story.

I received this DVD free from PURE FLIX ENTERTAINMENT as part of their marketing program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

100 years of Visual Effects

2010-04-03T22:31:00.003-05:00

Developing a Great Story

2010-04-01T11:23:00.000-05:00

To read my latest article on "Developing a Great Story" click here or on the picture below.

Don't Dance So Fast

2010-03-31T09:09:00.002-05:00

Here is a video made by my daughter who ministers to teens.

Interview with Francine Locke of "Family Law"

2010-03-04T13:06:00.000-06:00

2010-02-26T16:43:00.001-06:00

CJ's Latest Short Film - Family Law

2010-02-23T19:59:00.001-06:00

Law firm partner Carol Peters fights to keep the legal sharks away from a teenage boy who wants emancipation from his oppressive home life. Cornered by the boy’s choice, Carol risks disbarment unless she can find the deal-changing answer in a gentle whisper.

Click here to learn more.

Check it out

2010-02-12T08:47:00.000-06:00

Here is a fun video.

The Butterfly Effect

2010-02-06T21:53:00.002-06:00

I’ve been working on a new brochure for speaking engagements that will allow me to bring hope to people during hard times. My goal is to share true stories from my life struggles that people can relate to and find the same hope that I found – A hope that changes the downward spiral into an emerging positive life of beauty. I couldn’t help but use the symbolism of a butterfly on the cover of the brochure to represent the new hope that sends our life soaring.

Today I read Andy Andrews’ book The Butterfly Effect: How Your Life Matters, and I now realize how powerful my butterfly choice was. In his book, Andy shares numerous true stories of how your and my life was changed by the decisions of people we never met. He takes time to prove through historical information how seemingly little events led to major changes, touching billions of lives.

The best part of his book is his proof that you and I will alter millions of people’s lives by the choices we make and actions we take. His simple book proves that your life and mine has meaning and purpose. We were created to make a difference. We were given the power to change the world.

I couldn’t help but reflect back on several books I read that point out how all major changes in our world were started by a single person with passion.

Years ago, I shot an documentary with Captain Joe Dawson. He was a simple man with great integrity and very easy to talk to. He shared with me what happened on Omaha Beach when he landed there on D-Day. He watched his men being picked off like they were boxed in a slaughterhouse. He bowed his head for a quick moment, while still under fire and asked God to show him a way off of the beach. After saying Amen, he opened his eyes, looked up and saw a ridge that he thought might work. He headed up the ridge, took out the bunker and watched others take “Dawson’s Ridge” off of the beach to safety. With the first bunker out of commission, other ridges quickly appeared and the remaining bunkers were taken out. The Allied Forces had changed the course of WWII.

It was one simple God-fearing man that changed the course of the greatest world war in history. It makes me wonder who taught him to pray when he found himself in difficult situations, because maybe that person should also get credit for turning the tide on WWII.

More importantly, I wonder what you will do this week that will impact someone who will impact someone else. What do you say we take some intentional action this week to encourage or bless someone whose path you will cross.

Oscar's Animated Shorts

2010-02-04T15:39:00.002-06:00

It's not fun watching the Oscars without having seen the films that are nominated. To help you appreciate the category of Animated Short Films, I've attached the links I could find for your entertainment.

French Roast

Granny O'Grimm's Sleeping Beauty

The Lady and the Reaper

Logorama (I could only find the intro)

Wallace and Gromit: A Matter of Loaf and Death (Sorry, no longer online)

Creating the Hero: A Look at Avatar

2010-02-01T07:15:00.002-06:00

To read my latest article on Avatar and the Avatar screenplay (Special thanks to 20th Century Fox for providing the screenplay) click here.

Review -- The Imposter

2010-01-31T19:43:00.005-06:00

Dan Millican’s The Imposter is a new Christian film set to release February 23, 2010 on DVD by Pure Flix Entertainment. The film has a message worth sharing, but struggles to do so among an odd mix of good and poor acting. Teens will find that the lyrics in the numerous music video segments empower the story, but might find the slower paced drama sections less artistic and sometimes boring.

The Imposter is about "Grand Design," a hot Christian rock band that is headed to the top of the charts, when lead singer Johnny C (Kevin Max of dcTalk) makes bad choices that sends him into a downward spiral. Bandleader Jeff Deyo (Sonic Flood) cuts Johnny C from the band, sending the dominos falling in a series of events that includes the separation from his wife and daughter.

Johnny C looks for a quick fix, but finds that rebuilding trust takes a significant amount of time, especially when Proff (Kerry Livgren of Kansas) stops others from rescuing him. Proff convinces everyone to allow Johnny C to reap the consequences of his own decisions, so he has a shot at recovering from his addictions and poor choices.

The film concludes without the ideal rose covered ending, giving a more realistic view that rebuilding broken trust takes months by establishing a believable track record with those around. While the filmmaker deserves kudos for avoiding a trite and nicely packaged storyline, I was disappointed to not receive a sense of hope in what God might do over time to restore all that Johnny C had lost.

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received The Imposter DVD for free in hopes of mentioning it on my blog. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

Labeled an Encourager

2010-01-28T10:45:00.000-06:00

Many people try to categorize producers and directors, while the filmmaker works hard to not fall into any one pigeonhole. Marketing and promotions fight against the filmmaker’s efforts, as simple labels allow for bigger and faster campaigns. This forces a filmmaker to define himself with reluctance.

Even James Cameron fought for years against being considered a sci-fi director until Titanic (Which some argue was a sci-fi film based on the details of the ships construction and sinking). Based on the film’s box office success and Oscar win, Cameron self-proclaimed a new label of being the “King of the World,” that is, the motion picture world. The success of Avatar continues to support his label, since the top two grossing films of all time are his.

While I can’t hold a candle to what Cameron accomplished, I am still asked what types of films I make. This is quite the struggle for every filmmaker I meet who needs a label to better promote his work, but doesn’t want to be locked in for life. The result for me, is labeling myself not based on genre as most do, but on the type of content I create. I summarize it in this way: I produce wholesome and moral films that touch the soul.

This phrase gives me plenty of latitude in what I do and allows me to cross genres, age brackets and markets. Plus, it is universal enough to cross many emotional, mental and spiritual barriers. It allows me the freedom to explore various avenues of the human condition, which everyone can relate.

The old saying is true, that the reality of our human condition places us in one of three places: in the middle of a crisis, working our way out of a crisis or about to enter a crisis. I share stories that encourage people out of their crisis, through recovery and into a hope filled life. There is no better job on earth than encouraging someone to choose growth, watching him or her rise to a victory over their circumstances and witness them giving back as they encourage others.

It is a legacy that I’m privileged to be a part of, even though I’ve observed that those who are most effective in encouraging others remain nameless or a mystery. Therein lies my love for the story Jones. The story is about Andy who is down on his luck eating scraps and sleeping under a dock in a quaint coastal town until a drifter named Jones helps him to change his perspective and recognize the miracles in the simple moments of life. Andy sets out to learn the secret to how this wanderer helps others gain a perspective that brings about life changing events, forcing him to make a choice between being self-absorbed and a “Noticer” of others.

The best part of Jones: The Noticer is its ability to demonstrate to others how to notice those around us that need an encouraging word or a slight adjustment in perspective. I have always been thankful for those who noticed when I needed a word of encouragement. They are eternally on my mind. They are the people that impacted my life more than others.

I remember one particular moment when a lady by the last name of Show told me that I could write. It was perfectly timed and set my life in a completely new direction. The funny thing, it was during a time in my life when I was told by too many that my writing was down right awful. Her generous words, reflecting the heart she saw in my writing, turned me into a person who has now written numerous times regardless of the platform: letters, articles, blogs, screenplays and books.

If you’ve had a Noticer in your life, I suggest you write about him or her at the following sight:

http://www.thenoticerproject.com/

And, if you haven’t yet read Andy Andrews’ book The Noticer, I suggest you do so – Don’t wait for the movie to come out.

Translating Jones' Story Structure

2010-01-26T16:36:00.001-06:00

I worked on creating a screen version of the story structure for Jones today. It was one of those days where you wake up with cool ideas and fight to get it written out before it fades away. The key is making sure the original content remains true to the book, while translating in a way that draws the audience into the visual story.

All too often books die on screen because no one took the time to translate the literary elements into visual elements. When consulting other writers on the techniques of translation, I always suggest inverting the A and B plotlines – Especially for really good books. While this causes some to stutter for a moment, it increases the success of the translation. It certainly held true in the case of Jones.

With the original story being modular I found that several of the characters would have to be inserted in additional places within acts 1 and 2 in order to set up their key moments. This will help the audience to care about each character enough for their Jones encounter to be more emotionally satisfying.

I know, it sounds Greek to most, so suffice it to say that a lot of hard work goes into the development stage of translating a book to screen or the story will flop and the audience will say, “I preferred the book.” When the translation is done really well, it tends to drive a second edition of the book – The movie edition.

Lots of Communication Today

2010-01-25T17:39:00.000-06:00

Last Saturday I met with screenwriter Lisa England about being one of six writers for a DVD series designed for churches. Her understanding of the written language far exceeds mine and her creativity will surely make for some thought provoking stories. The series will also pull in several filmmakers to bring the stories to screen. I had a chat with Ryan Dunlap today and discussed the possibilities of him directing two of the productions. Ryan has a great artistic eye that can create very stylistic scenes.

I continued in the communication process for negotiating a new feature that will now have the working title of Jones. I'm receiving more interest than anticipated from actors and wouldn't be surprised if this film would make a great promotional piece for a corporation to partially fund. I even read a Tweet this morning from a famous singer who is excited about the story.

To balance things out, I connected with a couple of publishers to learn what children's books might work well for film. I was introduced to a trilogy today and if all goes well, I'll be meeting with the author in two weeks to option the titles. I'm not sure if the stories will be best played out through animation or live action with lots of effects, but I have time to think that one through.

I've started to prep for meetings coming up at the NRB and hope to make great strides this year in building relationships with multiple television stations. Back when I released shows into syndication during the 80s, I worked with some 300 general managers. More recently, it appears there's been a lot of consolidation and it will be interesting to learn how many of the GMs remained in place.

A Judge’s View on Film Competitions

2010-01-23T10:14:00.002-06:00

It’s been a privilege of mine to judge numerous national and international film competitions and festivals over the years. The most exciting part for me is following some of the up-coming filmmakers and watching them implement their lessons learned from the judge's comments.

Recently I accepted the invitation to judge the Raw Talent Screenplay Contest sponsored by The Gideon Media Arts Conference & Film Festival, LifeWay, HOSFU LC and Trost Moving Pictures. While this competition is limited in scope in order to make the winning script into a picture, not to mention the $10,000 prize, there are some specific things a writer can do to prepare.

Make Your Story Universal: Too often competitions with an evangelistic bent generate stories that are preachy or over the top. The goal isn’t to bang someone over the head with a spiritual message, but rather draw them into a life situation that presents a choice and its consequences. The rest needs to be left up to the audience.

Be Relevant: Screenwriters need to be tracking the trends of society and stay 1-2 years ahead of everyone else. The stories written today that will greatly impact our society down the road are from artists that seem to always be ahead of the curve, not at it or behind it. Most Christian competitions are void of relevant stories or lag the industry by 5-10 years.

Be Compelling: Give the reader a reason to not put the script down. Make sure you raise a question in the readers mind in every scene that he must find the answer to later in the story. Raise the central question in the beginning of the story to drive the reader through the script to the climax. If your script doesn’t raise any questions, it will die a flat death.

Avoid Religious Language: Religious catch phrases or evangelical jargon are no longer being used by the millennial generation, so why script it unless you are trying to demonstrate your character is irrelevant, archaic or behind the times. However, don’t go over board in using street language, as only classic language will be universal and stand the test of time.

Create Visual Imagery: The script is your canvas to paint a visual picture that the reader can see. Some write in a style that is choppy to infer a series of camera shots to create a mood and set the tone of the film. Others write with enough latitude to energize the creativity of the reader, regardless of the production department they serve.

Based on my judging experiences, the above key elements will place the writer in the top ten category of a stiff competition. It will be fun for me to see how many scripts are worth reading past pages 17-21 (the typical end of act one). BTW, a friend of mine who used to read for Universal Studios told me that she would only pass on 1-3 scripts for consideration a week out of the 100 she received. And, the vast majority of the 97 that were rejected, she was unable to read past the first act.

God luck to the writers of the Raw Talent Screenplay Contest. I’m looking forward to reading your entries.

Fun Friday

2010-01-22T15:48:00.002-06:00

Today’s busy schedule was filled with new friends and lots of fun. The morning kicked off with a call from Robert D. Smith, manager to Andy Andrews. We discussed the possibility of me optioning Andy’s book The Noticer for the screen. The book fits perfectly into the direction I’m headed with productions that focus on encouraging people forward in life. The story follows Jones through numerous encounters that impact each individual and helps the audience to understand how easy it is to change perspective and take action – Greatly improving their situation in hard times.

While the fit seems perfect between companies, there are a lot of things needing to be discussed before any deal can be closed. As part of my prep, I contacted the managers of actors Dean Jones and Kirk Cameron in hopes of learning about their level of interest in seeing the story come to screen. Both managers encouraged me to the next step.

I met Dean years ago during the development phase of another project and admired his lifestyle and passion for telling great stories that impact the heart. I met Kirk a couple times, the last being at the Beverly Hills Hotel during an award ceremony. His passion for touching people’s lives was more than evident in our conversation. If all goes well, Dean would play the part of Jones and Kirk the part of Andy.

With everything fitting well, I headed to lunch with Chris Ross, CEO of MyCookingShow.TV to discuss a joint venture for the production of episodes. Since Chris is also a computer wiz and consultant (Microsoft is one of his clients – yep, he’s a wiz), he asked me why my communication was fragmented between, Twitter, Facebook, my blog, etc. He recommended I blog more often, change my format and pass some of the key information on to my multiple audiences through multiple channels.

So, I’m writing this entry and will work on updating my blog to something more functional over the next couple months. Thanks Chris. BTW, why is it that the shoemaker’s kids always go without shoes?

Movie Review on ELI

2010-01-22T14:33:00.003-06:00

To read my latest review, click here.

Polished Shoes

2010-01-13T11:28:00.001-06:00

Click here to read a true life event that I felt impressed to share.

Christian Film Pendulum

2010-01-12T12:12:00.003-06:00

A screenwriter friend and I were talking about the story trends seen in the Christian and Secular marketplace last year. Major studios began focusing more on wholesome and moral fare including Up, Invictus, The Blind Side and Star Trek. The Christian marketplace was focused more on neutral or secular stories.

I recently judged a Christian film festival and saw a couple dozen “Christian” films. For the most part, I wasn’t able tell that they were Christian. There were a smattering of overtly religious films that hit the audience over the head with the Bible, but there were only a couple of films that I would categorize as Christian.

What surprised me, was the emails I received from Christian filmmakers wanting to understand what makes a Christian film Christian. Since I’m not an expert on the topic, I gave a generic response: A Christian film is generally described as a film that contains a strong Christian message or purpose.

Some groups will fine-tune the definition to say it's an evangelical film produced by evangelicals. However, films like The Blind Side and Narnia weren't produced by Christians, yet demonstrate a clear Christian message. I may have confused the issue further with my comment stating that the secular film The Blind Side was more Christian than the “Christian” films in the Christian film festival.

I can understand why the secular industry is gravitating toward producing more wholesome fare, as it is bringing millions into the box office. What I can’t understand is why the Christian filmmakers are making more secular films that aren’t as successful at the box office. Then again, Jesus talked about having the rocks cry out His praises if the people didn’t, so maybe He is having the secular studios producing what the Christians neglect.

A more balanced perspective would suggest that the Christian filmmakers are swinging like a pendulum away from the overt religious content and moving more secular in their process of finding a balanced worldview acceptable by a broader audience. And, during this process, many have slipped into the makings of secular films.

The Kendrick brothers have not participated in the swinging back and forth process, as they built an audience that enjoys the type of films they are known for making: Flywheel, Facing the Giants, Fireproof and their next film Courageous. By building their audience as they built up their skills, they can sustain their type and style of productions regardless of the shifting trends in society.

However, for those filmmakers wanting to reach the lost, being overt with religious content keeps the very audience they desire to reach away from their films. And, when they secularize their message in order to reach the right people, their message is watered down to the point of having little impact, if any.

The only elements that seem to be in place to influence filmmakers into the right balance of story for a focused message in a broadly released environment are the Christian film festivals and box office receipts. Each judge has the power to sway how next year’s films will be produced by their judgments and comments of this year’s films. If they choose to be political, they will sway many young filmmakers in the wrong direction for next year. If they choose to be objective, they will be faced with many hurt feelings – But, the filmmakers who rebound from the emotional trauma will be headed in the right direction and audiences will be thrilled.

It’s my hope that a balance will be quickly reached and Judeo-Christian worldviews will be prevalent in most of our films.

Hope for Hard Times

2010-01-11T10:15:00.001-06:00

This morning while I was working on my latest talk, Hope for Hard Times, I came to realize that one of the “faith” verses I was taught was actually more about hope than faith from a contextual standpoint.

Hebrews 11:1, “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”

Just prior to this verse Paul is speaking about not casting away our confidence and the endurance we need, all words associated directly with hope.

Hebrews 10:35 & 36, “Therefore do not cast away your confidence, which has great reward. For you have need of endurance, so that after you have done the will of God, you may receive the promise…”

Scholars would of course quickly qualify the verses and point out that it is also very much about faith, as faith, hope and love all go hand in hand.

1 Corinthians 13:13, “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”

However, in defining faith as the substance of what is hoped for and the evidence of this hope that is yet to be played out or made visible, the writer is making a case for the importance of hope in our lives. For, it’s the hope that gives us endurance during the hard times.

I recently had a chat with an agnostic and atheist about faith, hope and love. Faith they snubbed their noses at, love they couldn’t define without complicating it based on the distortions in their lives, but hope was something we all understood. It was the one common denominator that allowed us to talk about spiritual things.

We all had expectations that we desired and had confidence in obtaining it – The essence of hope. We all lacked a timetable, but put unwavering effort toward our goals and desires. The only contrasting difference was that my hope was supported by faith. I knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that God would one day bring about the vision he planted in my heart at age twelve. It was as clear as day.

The other two didn’t have any such evidence or substance making their path clear. They found it uncanny that I did. In fact, they could tell that I was so convinced of the evidence that I’d stake my life on it. And in fact, I would. Even now as I write, my circumstances speak against the possibility, but the Spirit of God remains as a standard holding me to the promise.

They realized that faith, hope and love are not presumptuous, but real. And I realized through our discussion that hope is our God given desire that keeps us going, faith is our God given evidence that our hope will be fulfilled and love is the why and how it all happens.

Brussels, Belgium Here I Come!

2010-01-10T15:20:00.000-06:00

I’m ecstatic about returning to Brussels in mid March and seeing Albert & Doreen Walsweer, Fred & Sandra Black, and Michael & his great team of people making all the ministries happen. During my last mission trip to Brussels I was able to help create a fundraising video, speak into the lives of numerous youth from various countries (using an interpreter) and encourage an up and coming screenwriter.

This trip will be a construction trip with hopefully enough spare time to see everyone who touched my life the last time I visited. We’ll be working in Waterloo and I hope to take time to climb the Lion’s mount to see the field where Napoleon’s dream ended in a battle of 300,000 men from seven countries. The last time I was there the fog was so thick we couldn’t even see three steps in front of us.

I have to raise $1,200 to cover the trip’s expenses, so its time to pray and keep my eyes open for those who want to make the trip possible. I’m also hoping to have connectivity so I can upload info to my blog daily.

The count down has begun…. 70 days and counting.

New Screenwriting Article

2010-01-06T10:56:00.001-06:00

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Invictus and 24 Other Films to see to Make Sense of the Oscars

2010-01-03T09:06:00.000-06:00

The holidays were loaded with last second film releases vying for a shot at the coveted Oscar. The entire industry is waiting anxiously for the announcement of nominations on February 2^nd. There are two reasons for the anxiety. First, the Oscar television ratings have been slipping over the years and they need something to draw the audience. Second, the industry doesn’t have a clue what selection the audience would make and they don’t want to disappoint them.

Watching the Oscars seems to only be fun for movie buffs like me who watched 49 of the 516 films released in theaters during 2009, but even I have a hard time keeping up with the Oscar potentials due to the numerous films dumped into the theaters at the end of the year. I’ve only seen half of what Hollywood deems as the 25 most significant films of the year, four of the films including God honoring elements: The Blind Side, Invictus, Up, and Star Trek.

The average teen watches about 18 movies a year. The average adult takes in around 4 films. But, were they the most significant films that include God honoring elements – The kind of films I love to support.

To keep a feel for the industry and entertainment driven trends that seed our culture for the next 3-5 years, I try to watch 10% of the movies released. This practice allows me to see shifts in our culture that will show up in our local culture in about two years. It is actually fascinating to watch it unfold and makes me wonder how many pastors do the same, in order to understand the future needs of our communities. Then again, not everyone is able to select the right films to watch in order to see the trends ramp up.

For instance, the movie Up in the Air reveals the trend of sin having a respectable place in our lives and being justified by our choices in order to be who we are, the mature adult we set out to be. On the other side of the coin, the movie Invictus reveals the growth and success that rises when a person chooses to forgive others that don’t deserve it. Both films are strongly vying for Oscars and suggest that a strong moral polarization will become more evident in our culture over the next couple of years.

This can easily be confirmed by may who have paid attention to political and other types of trends. It is not exclusive of the movies. However, the movies are a thermometer of our cultural emotions, from which comes our actions.

Three years ago I watched numerous movies and television shows using female and black actors to portray the President of the United Stated. The ratings and box office were dismal for the shows depicting a woman as president. The results for shows depicting a white male president were also poor. However, all the shows depicting a black male president had great results and two years later President Obama was elected.

Now, I’m not suggesting anyone needs to buy into the tools I use for understanding the culture before it plays out, but I am suggesting that everyone should watch some of the films that might feed what our culture will look like in two years. So, here is the list of Hollywood’s top 25 most significant films of 2009 (based on Hollywood buzz):

(500) Days of Summer

A Serious Man

A Single Man

An Education

Avatar

Bright Star

Crazy Heart

District 9

Fantastick Mr. Fox

Inglorious Bastards

Invictus

It’s Complicated

Julie & Julia

Nine

Precious

Star Trek

The Blind Side

The Hurt Locker

The Informant!

The Last Station

The Lovely Bones

The Messenger

The Young Victoria

Up in the Air

2009-12-30T09:18:00.001-06:00

Here is an article worth reading for the Christian media professional.

The Unexpected Giver

2009-12-16T08:00:00.002-06:00

Tom’s bold confidence was starting to wane. He was embarrassed that his father’s medical expenses impacted his lifelong record of paying every bill on time. With a heavy heart he enquired of the Lord to see if he should step back from ministry for a time until he could get his act together.

“Dear most gracious Heavenly Father, my heart is heavy and burdened. I need your divine direction for my…” Tom stopped. He shook his head at his plastic religious prayer. He needed to be real.

“Jesus, I’m ticked off that my dad’s bills have become my responsibility and I can’t keep up with my own. It’s not fair. My life is crumbling around me and my reputation is flying out the window. I don’t want to be a hypocrite.”

Tom dropped from his knees and sat leaning against his bed. “I’m supposed to be above reproach as a church leader and I can’t even pay my own bills.”

Tom sat quietly with his eyes closed, hoping for the Lord to give him a word of encouragement. Instead, thoughts of the unfinished plumbing job in his kitchen raced through his head. He was tired of washing pots and pans in the bathtub. Tom wondered if Bob would ever return to finish the job.

“Lord, will you at least remind Bob to finish the job?” Tom took a deep cleansing breath and readied himself for bed.

* * *

It was a beautiful Saturday morning and Tom was thankful for a brand new day and the opportunities it would bring. His attitude was positive and he didn’t mind having to wash his breakfast dishes in the bathtub for another day. Somehow it was okay and he was expectant of what the Lord might do before the day ended.

The phone rang and interrupted Tom’s thoughts. Bob happened to be in the area and asked to come by to finish the plumbing job.

“Sure, I’ll be here all morning,” Tom said with a smile on his face.

Tom was happy to know that God was bringing closure to another irritant in his life; reducing his stress to better handle his overwhelming bills. The phone rang.

“Hello, this is Tom.”

Concern fell upon Tom’s face. His sister needed to borrow another $1,000 to pay for their dad’s cardiologist. Sarah quickly pointed out that she would pay him back over her next four paychecks, as she had promised to help with the expenses. Tom rolled his eyes and didn’t know what to say. His checking account was under $250 and he was planning on depositing his check later that morning. He really didn’t want to be strapped for another two weeks.

“Sarah, I’m not sure what I can do. I’ll have to crunch the numbers and find out if I have that kind of money after my bills are paid.”

The doorbell interrupted the conversation. It was Bob. He went right to work under the kitchen sink and left Tom to his call.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do,” grimaced Tom. “Yes, I’ll help to whatever level I can.”

Tom hung up and slumped down in his recliner. He knew the plumber would expect a check and he’d have to figure out what was needed to live on for the next two weeks. Tom bit his lip as he realized the consequences of missing a single bill.

Bob entered the room and handed Tom the final plumbing bill for $311.

Tom noticed that the bill included a $50 charge for something he understood Bob was “throwing in for free” during one of his earlier visits. He just nodded his head and started to look for his checkbook. Tom wanted the project over and wasn’t about to argue a forgotten freebie.

Lifting up a piece of paper from his desk, Tom spotted the checkbook and suddenly remembered several conversations with others complaining about Bob saying one thing and his bills reflecting another. He remembered his neighbor’s complaint about Bob verbalizing the price at $600 and the bill showing up in the mail at $827. Tom decided to ask Bob about it in a tactful manner.

“Bob, in my bill you have $50 listed for…”

“You don’t know what kind of a great deal you’re getting!” shouted Bob sternly.

“No, I….”

“On typical jobs like this I usually charge two times what you’re paying for…”

“Hold on Bob, I was just…”

“I’m doing you a huge favor,” shouted Bob. “You have no idea what a blessing I’m being to you. People who are ignorant and demanding shouldn’t be…”

“Stop, wait Bob,” Tom tried to get a word in, “You cut me off before I…”

“I didn’t cut you off, I interjected because you said something that wasn’t right. You are…”

“But Bob, I wasn’t able to finish my…”

“I have every right to interject into the conversation. I mean, what else could you have said after your comment. You were just going to complain about your bill and you have no idea what I’ve done for you and the great deal I’ve…”

“Bob I’m not arguing your bill, I’m paying it.” Tom quickly spun around and wrote out the check for the full amount and handed it to Bob.

“Well, what could you have said, I mean you accused me – What were you accusing me of?.”

“Bob, I wasn’t accusing you of anything,” Tom sighed. “I was just going to ask you a question.”

“What kind of question?”

“You know Bob, it’s clear that this isn’t a good time to continue the conversation.”

“There is no time like the present,” added Bob. “You might want to consider stepping down from leadership in church.”

“What does leadership have to do with this conversation?”

“Leaders are supposed to be above reproach.”

Tom looked at Bob dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe that his leadership abilities were in question due to miscommunication or a misunderstanding. He knew that Bob was dead wrong. He couldn’t imagine why those he helped had to be put on hold until his life was perfect. Tom looked at Bob, wondering what was next.

“You really need to consider stepping down until you are righteous,” demanded Bob.

It was clear that Bob was not going to hear a different perspective. For the sake of their relationship, Tom decided to humble himself.

“Bob, I’m sorry that my comments offended you and that you felt like I was accusing you, I wasn’t,” clarified Tom. “Since the last time we talked, I’ve watched my savings account dwindle down to nothing because of my dad’s medical bills and I just received a package yesterday, I’ve been laid off.”

“Oh, well I’m sorry to hear that,” Bob said in a calm voice. “I know what it’s like to be in a difficult position. Maybe you should consider stepping down from ministry until God turns your situation around.”

“I will give that consideration.”

“Yeah, sometimes we just need to look inward and find out what type of dross is inside of us and allow God’s heat through our circumstances to boil the dross to the top and get that sin out of our lives.”

Sin, thought Tom. What kind of sin is behind this and why would God stop me from helping those who need it. He took in a deep breath and decided not to say a word, as Bob was not in a position to discuss matters of the heart.

“Tom, I’m really sorry for your situation and I can feel for you. There is not much I can do to help you, but I will do what I can.”

Bob held the check up in front of Tom’s face and slowly tore it up. Each tear was deliberate and dramatic. Tom just stood there mystified. Bob reached out and put his hand on Tom’s shoulder.

“Our dear Heavenly Father,” prayed Bob. “You know the feelings that Tom is experiencing and I ask you to reveal what your will is for his life. Make him a humble man by taking away the pride he is feeling.”

Tom’s mind reeled. He felt like the most prideful man he knew was praying for him to be humble. He then remembered the story of the three nails and how he could figuratively crucify his flesh daily by nailing his feet to the cross and one of his hands, but he needed someone else to nail his final hand to the cross. He realized that God had chosen Bob for the task and he was doing it rather well by being aggressive, irritating and generous.

“Lord,” Tom added to the prayer. “Search my heart and remove whatever pride I have in me. Draw me closer to you during these difficult days and bless…”

There it was.

Tom realized he needed to bless the man behind his third nail. He would never forget how God used Bob to get his attention with the tearing up of his check. The sight of it by the man who others complained about, was eternally etched into his mind as a reminder to search his heart and trust God regardless of circumstances.

“…Bless Bob for reminding me to never see myself more highly than I should, amen.”

“Well Tom, I’ll be praying for you and consider dropping out of ministry.”

“Thanks Bob for being so generous.”

As Bob left the house, Tom remembered asking God the night before if he should step back from ministry. He chuckled as he realized that in Bob’s zealousness, he had taught him to persevere in ministry regardless of how humbling it may be during difficult times. It was decided, Tom would stay in ministry.

“The verse is right,” said Tom. “God chooses the foolish things of this world to shame the wise and the weak things to shame the strong. I will continue in ministry regardless of how I feel.”

Copyright © 2009 By CJ Powers
All Rights Reserved.

The Blind Side - The Best Christian Film is Secular

2009-12-03T13:07:00.002-06:00

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Brainstorming New Story Ideas

2009-12-02T09:52:00.001-06:00

Here is my latest Screenwriting 101 article:

Black Friday

2009-12-02T09:08:00.001-06:00

Sarah’s life was simple with few conveniences. She never bothered people, as she learned at an early age not to miss any opportunity to keep quiet. Her politeness excelled beyond the average person; making each one crossing her path thankful they had met.
Her one joy in life came from a single day of splurging on herself after Thanksgiving. All year long she would save her change until two days prior to the event when she would exchange her coins at the bank for several crisp twenty-dollar bills.

This year was especially exciting as she finally tossed out her VHS player and looked forward to purchasing a new DVD player; during the same year when many families decided to upgrade to Blu-Ray. She was as pleased as could be with her decision and was thankful DVD players came down in price, well below the funds she had accumulated, allowing her to purchase several of her favorite movies.

With Wal-Mart’s advertisements suggesting that every family could save a minimum of $3,000 each year, Sarah set off to her favorite shopping haunt. She thought about carefully strolling through the shopping experience and milking the moment for everything it was worth, but understood the impossibility with it being Black Friday. Sarah knew she would have to move quickly to get what she came for and determined to celebrate afterwards at a local coffee shop near her home.

Sarah arrived an hour before the store opened in hopes of positioning herself to make a quick in and out move. Unfortunately, the line was as long as the width of the store with several packing up their lawn chairs from the night before. Sarah was amazed at the number of fanatic shoppers and wondered how many would think she too was an extremist for arriving early.

The thought of Christmas really hadn’t kicked in, as she was focused on pampering herself, but a smile slowly formed when she heard the Salvation Army bell start to ring. Christmas music, a featured sales item, played over the outdoor loudspeakers and everyone in line was energized. It was then that Sarah decided her annual splurge was more of a private Christmas gift for herself than just a purchasing spree.

The doors opened and the line moved quickly. Within a matter of moments Sarah entered the doors and glanced back to see several hundred more shoppers desiring entrance. She was thankful she had endured the hour of chilly weather for her early entry and turned to focus her eyes on the sign reading “Electronics”. The race had begun.

The DVD player she was intent on buying was in a big stack in the middle of the isle. The stack had already been eaten away, leaving only 11 left by the time Sarah reached out for hers. She pulled it back and hugged it close to her chest. Success.

Getting into the checkout line proved to be a challenge. There was a constant flow of people on her left pressing past as they entered the store. Others squeezed by her right side as they snuck into other lines a few feet away. Anxiety rose within her as she clutched her DVD player tightly and was battered back and forth in the stream of bodies. Her grip slipped and she grabbed under the DVD player to stabilize her hold, but it was too late as another body leaned into her.

Losing her balance, Sarah fell to the floor. A foot dropping down pinched her arm. Sarah winced as a heel of a boot scraped across her back. A clump of her hair tore out; snagged by running shoes. Another lady stumbled and stopped her fall by dropping her knee into Sarah’s back. The lady bounced up as a man lifted her by the arm, shifting the crowd directly into Sarah’s path.

The trampling was painful and her cries for help were drowned in the charge of people cheering as they entered the store. Sarah’s side felt like it was split open as a pointed toe boot cracked into her ribs. Her pain was so intense that she curled up in a little ball. She reached her hand upwards, only to have it smacked down from the bustling unaware crowd.

Two people stumbled over Sarah, causing a separation of the crowds. People came to a stand still when they realized that a woman was lying bruised on the floor. Sarah reached up and a man tried to lift her. Cries of agony erupted as pain shot through her ribs. The man released his grip and Sarah recoiled back into a ball. A pool of blood formed on her torn scalp and slowly dripped down her face and onto the floor.

The paramedics arrived and lifted her onto a stretcher, revealing a damaged DVD player lying on the floor with blood soaked into its box. The paramedic placed a large gauze pad onto Sarah’s lacerated stomach. Tears welled in her eyes knowing that her dreams for the day ended sharply.

Sarah watched every shopper as she was wheeled to the ambulance. She noted that not one had a smile revealing an inner Christmas joy. Did the holiday shopping rush turn everyone’s Christmas joy into a grab it and claim it free for all? Sarah sighed, knowing that her peace was worth far more than watching a movie on a device that would soon be obsolete due to the next generation technology.

The ambulance doors closed, cutting off the sounds of holiday shopping. Sarah lay quietly on the stretcher and wondered why fighting for the sales was a part of her holiday tradition. She silently vowed to think about Christ well before Christmas Eve in order to keep a healthy holiday perspective. As for her DVD player, she decided to try again in January after everyone’s shopping hunger was satisfied.

Copyright © 2009 By CJ Powers
All Rights Reserved.

Hungry for Dignity

2009-11-26T12:46:00.001-06:00

The bruise on his face swelled faster than the ice pack could reduce it. Greg felt the stare of the sergeant from across the room. He knew his explanation wasn’t going to help matters, but he was going to tell the truth regardless of how humiliating the experience. The sergeant opened the door and signaled for his entry.

The interrogation room was a new experience, outside of Greg’s consistent viewing of NCIS. He sat down and returned the ice pack to his left eye.

“According to the paperwork you filled out, you’re a leader at the large church down the street,” stated the sergeant.

“I probably shouldn’t have written that down,” winced Greg.

“Did you write it as a confession of your bad character, or did you think a religious background might help you get off?”

Greg slumped in his chair; there was no getting around his poor behavior. “I don’t know why I wrote it, but it sure makes me feel worse, now.”

“Go ahead, I’m listening.”

“Well, our church food pantry told me I wasn’t qualified for a box of food because I received food last week.”

“Just jump to the point in the story where you hit the man and grabbed his loaf of bread.”

“You make me sound so…” The sergeant locked his eyes on Greg and waited for the story. Greg sighed and closed his eyes. “The system made me feel indignant, so I acted that way.”

“Uh, huh. Are you one of those crazies who is into that emotionalism?”

“Look, my church has a program to feed those who are less fortunate, not that I’m one of those, but I’m temporarily unemployed.”

“Hmm, that’s unfortunate.”

“Well, I’m not a loser… Any way, my church also has a Christmas shoebox program where families can fill a shoebox with something special and wrap it up as a gift for those who are less fortunate.”

“Unlike you, who is just temporarily unemployed?”

“Look, what they do is put the names of those who are less fortunate on cards and place them in the Christmas tree in the lobby. Those who have excess can then grab a card from the tree, put together a shoebox gift filled with what the person might need, wrap it and deliver it the week before Christmas.”

“That doesn’t sound like a problem to me,” said the sergeant. “In fact, that sounds like a blessing.”

“No, you don’t understand. While my name is on the card that is stuffed in the branches for someone to take, everyone can walk by and find out who the losers in the church are. You would think the church would have the Sunday school classes make artistic ornaments with a number on it, so when someone pulls the ornament off of the tree they can call the church to find out what less fortunate person was assigned that number.”

“Aren’t numbers a little cold?”

“I’m just saying that my dignity should be saved. Why does a church, who wants to do a loving deed, do it in a way that humiliates the recipient or takes away their dignity?”

“It sounds like you want to keep your pride in tact.”

“See, that’s what I mean. People confuse humiliation with humility. Just because someone is in a bad financial position, doesn’t mean that God humbled them to deal with their pride. Maintaining a person’s dignity is not a bad thing.”

“Do you really think a person who is down on their luck needs to be esteemed by the giver?”

“That’s the way Christ did it.”

“I can’t even get honored by people while I’m at the top of my game.”

“I know, times are hard and people have lost track of common courtesies, but wouldn’t it be great for the hurting to be treated in a worthy manner?”

“You’re dreaming. But, tell me why you punched the man.”

“I hadn’t eaten in four days and I needed something in my belly to help my ulcer.” Greg dropped his head. “I know I made the wrong choice.”

The sergeant stared at the paperwork.

“Sir,” commented Greg. “I know I ended up acting like everyone was treating me, like a loser. But, I’m confident that if you treat me with a little respect, I will step up to what is expected of an honorable person as well.”

“Greg, the gentleman dropped the charges against you and asked me to give you this $50 gift card. I just wanted to understand why you, as a church going man, behaved the way you did.”

“I don’t understand, the man I fought for the bread can afford to give me a gift card?”

“He had donated the bread in the morning and learned that it was too old, so he quickly had his bakers make fresh bread to exchange. And, you tried to stop him.”

“The bakery?”

“Yep.”

“Well, don’t I feel like the fool I am.”

“At least the man treated you with dignity.” The sergeant got up, opened the door and turned back toward Greg. “I hope you find, in yourself, the same dignity that the baker saw. It’s worth far more than a job.”

CJ's Corner 20091120

2009-11-20T00:36:00.000-06:00

CJ talks about Phil Cooke's new book The Last TV Evangelist.

Is Story King?

2009-11-06T08:18:00.004-06:00

After a 12-year hiatus, I decided to re-enter the world of filmmaking, but I wanted to do it with a great film that would make my mark in the world. Most of my friends felt I should...

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Creating Dimensional Characters

2009-11-02T08:40:00.002-06:00

Kudos to Drew Barrymore in her directorial debut of Whip It. Not only did she do well directing the production, but she found a story worth telling. It played well on screen because writer Shauna Cross (Novel: Derby Girl) was able to visualize all the internal feelings in her screenplay and (Read More)

Drive the Plot with Jeopardy When the Audience Cares

2009-10-02T07:37:00.001-05:00

For years, screenwriters searched for new ways to put the protagonist or hero into jeopardy to drive the plot forward. It’s so common that many writers lose track of the key element that makes it effective—making sure the audience cares about the hero first. (Read More)

Herbert the Pear from Wonder Worm

2009-09-15T08:07:00.001-05:00

Herbert the Pear was introduced in the first episode of Wonder Worm. He was an experiment to see if fruit could be manipulated in a similar fashion as the human skeleton. The animation was designed in 3D and none of the fruit had arms or legs, just hands and feet - in hopes of learning if viewers could suspend disbelief and still buy into the "reality" of the characters.

The banana was played by my daughter Carolyn and the manager was played by my son Chris, who designed Herbert on a napkin one day.

So, could you buy into the story without them having arms and legs or do I need to add them in?

CoeD Baby Shower Trailer

2009-08-31T23:20:00.002-05:00

2009-08-13T16:12:00.004-05:00

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Kids-Tv Part 1

2009-08-13T07:50:00.004-05:00

Here is a little something for tweens...

Gone Fishing!

The sun rises on Magnolia Bay revealing the hidden luxury resort with early morning golfers preparing their carts. The building and grounds are meticulously maintained. A collection of small sailboats and dingys are moored to a pier which extends into the bay. A young girl rides her bike past the dock and around to the servants entrance of the resort.

Carly removes her bike helmet and locks her bike. She is a bright girl who is all about adventure when she gets the chance. Her school grades are moderate, except when computers are involved. And, her fascination with streaming live video has peeked her interest in the kid run Internet television station located in the basement of the resort.

===

KIDS-TV STUDIO is filled with active teenagers scampering around setting lights, moving set pieces and focusing cameras. Steve grabs his clipboard and reviews the sequence of events for the show. He spots a lighting note and turns to Dave.

“Dave! How's that 2-K?”

“All set!”

In the background, through the doorway to the control room, Carly carefully enters the room and closes the door quietly behind her. She hangs back and watches the flurry of activity as the team readys the studio for their production.

“Great!” Shouts Steve, “Go ahead and get the cameras on their marks. I'll check color bars and tone.”

Steve heads to the control room.

===

Stacey’s eyes are fixed on the console, completely oblivious to Carly standing quietly behid her. Steve glances up at a monitor and points out the glare to Stacey.

“There it is, I told you we should have recalibrated the cameras based on the lighting change.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“Okay, it’s your show and your call.” Steve grins, “We’re ready to go back on the air live.”

Stacey flips a switch on the console and speaks into the mounted microphone.

“Is make-up ready?”

Jillian’s response comes over the speakers, “Almost!”

“Come on, everyone! Step on it! We're scheduled to go on the air in...”

Stacey glanes up at the clock mounted above the bank of monitors.

“Three minutes!”

Stacey swats the switch to its off position and lets out a strong exasperated sigh.
Carly watches the flurry of activity with bewilderment. She takes a step forward, then reconsiders and steps back.

“Calm down, Stacey,” Steve states with firmness. “We’re just broadcasting on YouTube and we have no idea how many people are actually watching us.”

Keho's head appears through the studio doorway.

“We're ready to get a sound level. Who do I hook up?”

“Where's Jenny Watkins?” Stacey swallows hard. “The General Manager sends me someone new for our first show and she doesn't even show up on time!”

Stacey hits the microphone switch again.

“Jillian! Make-up ready yet?”

“All set.”

Stacey hits the switch off and turns to Steve.

“We'll start with a tight shot on camera one...”

She glances up at the clock.

“...where is she?”

Stacey looks to Steve for reassurance. He gives none. She continues.

“...then cut to two after the opening monologue.”

Stacey hits the switch.

“Dave! Is the teleprompter ready to go?”

Dave’s voice comes back over the speakers.

“Check!”

“WHERE'S JENNY?”

Steve smacks the switch off.

“Stacey, our viewers have all the time in the world. They won't mind waiting a few minutes.”

Stacey scowls at him. Something on the monitor catches her eye. Stacey leans toward the studio and yells.

“Hey! Be careful with that!”

She jumps to her feet and rushes off. Steve watches her leave, then dons a headset, leans back in his chair and puts his feet up on the console. He picks up his clipboard and a pen.

===

Stacey stands in the doorway to the studio ready to bark out corrective commands.

“Jillian!”

Dave flinches from Stacey’s shout and adjusts his headset.

“Camera one is set, Steve.”

Not getting a response, Stacey bellows out, “Are the props ready?”

Jillian’s soft voice is heard from behind the set.

“All set!”

Kid, the male runt of the group of spirited kids, does a headset check with Steve.

“Is my headset on, Steve?”

He listens.

“Roger, Camera two is set.”

===

Steve makes a few modifications on the luminance control for the effects shot. Stacey bolts back into the control room from the studio and sits at the console. She suddenly spins around in her chair once she realizes someone is standing in the back of the room. She lunges toward Carly.

“You must be Jenny.”

“Ah, hello, I’m…”

Stacey grabs her arm and pulls her toward the studio door.

“It's time for you to go on!”

Steve looks perplexed at Stacey, not knowing who this new girl is.

===

Stacey pulls Carly onto the set.

“One minute to air time!”

Camera 2 trucks clockwise into position for an opening shot. Carly tries to get a word in edgewise, but Stacey emotes an over powering strength that Carly succumbs to.

“Your opening lines will be on the teleprompter, then feel free to just ad lib...”

Kid realizes that something is wrong and whispers into his headset.

“Ah, Steve, I’m not sure that she is…”

Carly stands to her feet and is pushed back into the chair by Stacey.

“What are you a ping pong ball? Now get set for your big moment.”

Carly attempts to talk and Stacey covers her mouth and holds her down into the chair.

“Look, the opening shot is in the chair, after that, you can get up and walk around, but not until I get my opening.”

Stacey moves her face within inches of Carly’s.

“Got it?”

Carly relaxes her shoulders and sinks into the chair.

“Good!” Shouts Stacey as she leaves the set.

Kid shakes his head at Stacey’s behavior and gets back to work.

“Do you want me to zoom out for a cover shot?”

Steven is heard responding over the headset.

“Yeah.”

Stacey pauses at the studio door.

“Make-up! She needs powder!”

Jillian rushes over with a powder brush and quickly applies powder to Carly's cheeks, nose and forehead. Stacey walks backward toward the control room, nodding as she goes. She grins broadly at Carly.

“Don't forget to smile!”

Dave shifts camera one into position and racks the focus to test the shallow depth of field for an artistic close-up.

“I'm reseting my focus...”

Stacey looks frantic and runs into the control room looking for Keho.

“Keho!”

Keho jumps to the side as Stacey almost collides into him. He gives her a little bow.

“Where's that microphone!” Stacey shouts.

Keho stands straight with the lavaliere microphone held high in his hand like the statue of liberty and then dangles it in Stacey’s face as he walks past.
Stacey enters the control room.

===

Steve hits a switch on the tape deck and gives commands over the headset.

“Tape's rolling... Give me color bars and tone...”

Stacey sits at the console and goes into her production mode. She switches on the microphone.

“We'll open up on one with a close-up...”

Inside the studio, Keho clips the microphone to Carly's shirt. He exits, talking over his shoulder.

“Say something so I can get a level...”

“But I'm not…”

Jillian rushes over to Carly and plops a pair of knitting needles and a ball of yarn in her lap, then rushes off with her voice trailing.

“You’re on in Ten... nine... eight...”

Carly’s face flushes and she is on the verge of panicking.

“Wait! I'm not…”

Jillians voice echoes through the studio and covers Carly’s words.

“Quiet on the set!”

===

Keho sits at the audio board in the control room next to Steve and Stacey.

“I have audio levels set.”

Steve adjusts his headset to be heard.

“Camera one, I need a wider shot for the opening... camera two, move in for the next shot...”

“Audio channel one open and set,” adds Keho.

“Get ready to bring up music on pod two...,” continues Stacey. “Cue opening music and credits.”

Steve checks the monitor.

“Camera two move in for a tight shot.”

The image on the monitor zooms in to reveal a flabbergasted Carly who looks down at the knitting needles in her lap and mumbles to no one in particular.

“I'm not…”

Stacey’s voice fills the room.

“Three... two... and... take it!”

===

In the studio, the red tally light on Dave’s camera turns on. Carly stares at it as if she were hypnotized. She sinks down into her chair.

===

Stacey’s eyebrow raises as she watches Carly on the monitor slip down out of view.

“Where did she go? “

In the studio, the cameras tilt down revealing Carly sprawled on the floor. Stacey’s voice can be heard coming through the walls.

“We're on the air!”

===

Steve leans toward the monitor and gives a firm command to the camera operators.

“Tilt up to your starting positions.”

Steve watches the monitor as the cameras tilt back up to the chair were Stacey now sits brushing her hair out of her face.

“Ah... Welcome to KIDS-TV. We're... ah... we're having some... technical difficulties. Please stay tuned. We'll return in a moment.”

The screen glitches, then goes to the KIDS-TV logo.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Half Full or Half Empty

2009-08-04T18:54:00.002-05:00

Is the Bible Relevant for Today?

2009-07-30T08:06:00.003-05:00

Last night I faced an ordeal that measured my faith against fear. The topic at hand was the prophecies from the Bible. The two individuals leading the class shared a verse of scripture and then factual statistics from the news and internet. One example included charts about earthquakes.

The scripture reveals that the earthquakes will be like the birth pains ushering in the end times. During the birthing process of my first born, I couldn’t help but notice that my wife’s contractions got closer together as she progressed in giving birth to my son. It was also clear last night that earthquakes have increased by 47% in the past 3 years (The above chart gives the number of earthquakes between 1973 and 2006), which leads me to see a parallel or signs of the times that the end is on its way.

Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be famines and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of birth pains. Mathew 24:7 & 8

Thinking that earthquakes were only the beginning of the birth pains caused most in the class to join me in feeling new fears grip our hearts. Thankfully the instructors shared the wonderful and glorious things that come directly after the end. The scripture suggests the result is so incredibly good that it causes the birth pains to fade a way, like the joy that comes to a mother after having given birth to her first born.

After listening to several more examples, it was easy to agree that we are in the last days before Christ returns. It was also clear that I needed to make sure I’m prepared so that I might join him. The one verse that popped into my mind that will help prepare me was 2 Timothy 3:16 & 17.

All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work. 2 Timothy 3:16 & 17

I’m convinced that the Bible is definitely relevant for today in building character and helping me to keep watch over the signs of the times for Christ’s return.

Christian Films and Rich's Latest Film

2009-06-06T17:39:00.002-05:00

Rich Christiano and I first met back in the early 80s when the Christian film market consisted of 16mm films being delivered to churches. Today, many films are being distributed through theatres and Rich’s next film releases on September 18th.

Here is Nightline’s news story on the Christian film industry and more information about Rich’s latest film, The Secrets of Jonathan Sperry.

ABC NEWS NIGHTLINE STORY

The Secrets of Jonathan Sperry

The Iron 8

2009-05-25T09:53:00.003-05:00

On this Memorial Day, there is one warrior squad that won’t be memorialized: The Iron 8. They are an elite, ironclad team who battles for the souls of men, each other and their families. They are proud men who choose to humble themselves in order to serve others. They make no beef about their rough edges, but support each other when one falls.

Together they stand, brought together by a lifelong resounding motto: As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another.

This elite team has never lost a war, though many battles have been won and others lost. With each successful battle comes a victory worthy of praise and each loss brings about a silent victory of deep heartfelt growth. In all cases they stand together, as a standard for other men to witness and take strength.

Their power is substantial, as their general has defeated death itself. Yet, in all their power, they choose gentleness (power under control) in encouraging others. They freely admit their sins and failures and readily accept the forgiveness graciously given to them. It is with their marred lives, that they enter every battle with victory in their sights.

Their formations are strategic as they get on their knees to pray for family members, friends and their enemies. Their boldness is not hindered by the liberal feminine culture, but by choice they graciously empower the women around them with love and respect.

Here is a glimpse of who these men are in all their humanity…

The Prez or sometimes humorously referred to as El Grande Heffe is gifted with organization skills that helps keep the men focused. Using humor, the Prez keeps the men on task toward their end goal of blessing others. He is also a man who desires deep un-quenching love and is thankful to be a part of a team whose love is unconditional.

Mr. Balance, also known as the X-Speller (encouraging the men to reject bad thinking), brings perspective to the team when facing a dilemma. His psychological profile allows him to subtly suggest directions of good mental health and emotional security for the men. In return, he desires accountability for his own issues as he works hard to over come the struggles he faces in the physical realm.

Harpo is the computer geek with access to top-secret government systems. His morals alone help keep this country safe and are encouraged by the rest of the team. Harpo demands respect and while he readily earns it with his abilities and skills, the team gives it to him unconditionally.

The Man is a man’s man who works a contractor’s life. He believes strongly in family and earning ones keep. While he won’t be found at elegant events, his heart pours forth greater treasures than most could achieve in a lifetime. And, in true man fashion he struggles finding the right words to share, but overcomes it with his big heart.

The Messenger or the Mouth seems to always have something to say about everything. His words of wisdom and knowledge help the team face difficulties they’ve never faced, but tire them when his words seem to never end. He struggles to be still, as he has many facets in life needing to be shared.

Chico is a man of generosity. He opens his Gazebo for secret meetings and offers any of his equipment for the task at hand. While his speech isn’t eloquent, his words are powerful and always encouraging. He struggles at sharing the depths that is within his soul in groups, but one-on-one he dives deep into relationship.

Pops is the man gaining the greatest respect from the team due to his unswerving nature of standing for what is right no matter what the cost. His humble perspective in life gives way to a generous and practical spirit that all men long for. Being confident in his manhood, he has no problem shedding compassionate tears.

The Preacher, more humorously known as Tiny, finds ways to bring the men’s focus back to the Lord, as a true minister does. His enthusiasm for the word of God is contagious and drives the team to hunger for their daily devotional time. His passion ignites the team toward greatness, but leaves him feeling insignificant or unworthy. The team surrounds him with love to help lift his self-esteem.

These are the men of the Iron 8, whose very human and sacrificial lives make a difference in our communities one person at a time. They are the 21st century Saints of God, a remnant who stand to preserve eight precious treasures: The things that are true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent and praiseworthy.

Is it time for you to do the same?

Log Date: 20090520.0112 Location: Kuopio, Finland

2009-05-21T06:20:00.001-05:00

Exploring the tunnel to the North Pole was interrupted so we could board the vans for the fishing derby last night. Only eight fish were caught by two dozen people. The first catch came when a Chinese executive fished in the hatchery.

The language barrier hindered a few of us from stopping the executive from fishing illegally. I asked another Chinese colleague to help us inform the executive. She chose not to say a word to keep harmony and show respect, resulting in his unbridled fishing expedition. Once the catch was in hand, a Finn quietly asked him not to fish in the hatchery any longer. It was an interesting lesson in cultural differences as the Americans wanted to make sure he didn’t break the law, while the Chinese respected his decision.

I had an in depth chat with a young French woman who was facing some difficulties and was seeking her purpose in life. I shared God’s perspective on His plan for our lives and she showed great interest in learning more. Unfortunately, our conversation came to an abrupt end when one man who was hoping for some personal time with her, sat in between us and changed the conversation.

We shared a typical Finnish dinner buffet including reindeer. We also ate the fish that we caught (I didn’t catch a thing). All of it was very good. The dessert had some unique little berries that tasted absolutely wonderful.

I woke up at 3:00 am this morning with sunlight pouring into my room. The eye mask I wore didn’t make much difference, as my body felt the light and my mind thought it was 8:00 am. So, I sat in bed thinking until my 5:30 run with my Filipino associate.

While yesterday was filled with two deadlines and an urgent customer issue, today was straight forward and simple. I gave an impromptu talk at the request of an associate and it went well. Our meetings just came to an end and I have some free time to play ping pong with a few of the guys, followed by dinner in the highlands.

I’ll head to the airport at 5:45 am tomorrow for my first of three flights to get home. While the weather and time with the team was great, I will look forward to getting home and enjoying a three day weekend.

BTW, I made a contact that will help facilitate one of my Tween adventure stories being made into a graphic novel. My contact also has connections with investors in the entertainment industry.

Signing out from Finland.

Log Date: 20090520.1527 Location: Kuopio, Finland

2009-05-20T07:18:00.000-05:00

The team building program last night was bowling. At home I’d be considered a mediocre bowler, but in Finland among an international crowd I looked like a champion. We had a lot of laughs and cheering as first time bowlers found some success for their first time.

Dinner included reindeer, as did my salad the night before. It didn’t taste like chicken, but did taste a little like Blitzen, or maybe Dasher. Anyway, it wasn’t weird like some Asian meals of kangaroo tail, chicken feet, monkey brains, fish eyes or snake. It was more along the lines of ostrich.

During dinner I responded to religious questions from a Japanese and Swedish man. Both were raised atheist and had an interest in Christianity, although their views and understanding were different than mine. One man asked to continue last night’s discussion.

My workload was heavy today with customer deadlines and feeding information to one division whose new GM is quickly coming up to speed. I was very thankful I took time for a run in the early morning to keep my stress down. The run was fun as I circled a beautiful lake and stopped to throw a snowball. Yes, there is plenty of snow still present.

In a couple of hours I will participate in another team building project; a fishing derby in a river with the catch being cooked for our dinner. The meal will also include a buffet with typical Finnish food.

Well, it seems that one of the men found a tunnel that leads to the North Pole, so I’m off to check it out.

Log Date: 20090519.0120 Location: Kuopio, Finland

2009-05-19T09:11:00.001-05:00

Yesterday the team took a bus from Helsinki to Kuopio. The six hour drive was filled with networking, games and laughter. In the back of everyone’s mind was whether or not they would have to use the onboard toilet or if they would be able to wait for one of two stops along the route.

One man waited as long as he could and finally entered the very small closet like restroom. A few moments later, the bus took a hard left turn. I heard a shout followed by a thud.

Silence.

A minute later, the door slowly opened and a head peered out, glancing around to see if anyone was looking. With all eyes on the man, he said, “That was challenging.” Laughter broke out as the bus pulled into a truck stop that very moment.

Several other peculiar and humorous things transpired, encouraged by the various forms of jet lag from our international team. Everyone seemed susceptible to uncontrollable laughter or instant naps that snuck up without notice.

We arrived at our chalet and I quickly changed into my running clothes in hopes of stretching from the long bus ride. Four of us decided to run up the ski slope, but found ourselves walking or climbing the steep slope after the first 100 yards. My heart was pounding and I was sucking more air than I thought my lungs could hold. I had a new respect for Walter Payton who ran up hills (at a lower altitude) regularly during his workouts.

The view was amazing at the top of the slopes. The beauty was beyond what I had ever seen. Hundreds of lakes with hundreds of islands were in view and the air was crystal clear, giving view for miles. It was definitely a place where God spent time and I chose to do the same as I took in the beauty.

The way down was treacherous as we picked a black slope for our descent. A Frenchman selected the path for us – Chosen for adventure not safety. Loose rocks gave way under my feet and I slide down twenty yards before coming to a stop. Thankfully I stayed on my feet during the rapid descent. My heart pounded once again, but this time for the adventure.

Later that night, we went to dinner and took time networking with new people. The meal lasted four hours and we finished dessert around 11:00 pm. It was still light outside as we walked back to the chalet. The sun finally went down around 11:30 pm, only to rise again at 3:00 am. With sunlight pouring into my room, I gave up trying to sleep.

The meetings went well today, although many nodded off. Having jet lag in the northern mountains has been a new experience for me. I should adjust by the time I head home. We’ll soon be off for dinner and a team building experience, so I need to bring this entry to a close. So far I’ve met people from seven different countries and started to make arrangements to pay a few of them a visit in the coming months.

Tuesday is winding down nicely.

Log Date: 20090518.0818 Location: Helsinki, Finland

2009-05-18T00:26:00.001-05:00

I got to bed after the sun set at 11:pm and was woken by my daughter calling at 1:am to tell me she was locked out of our house. She figured out how to get in and all is well. I didn’t get back to sleep until about 2:am and was woken by 6:am for a run.

Romeo and Bill ran with me. They are both very skilled marathon runners, so I was the one holding us back, especially since the first half mile was all up hill. After we went about 2 miles, I returned back to the hotel while Bill and Romeo continued the 14K trip around the sea. I’m confident they picked up their pace after I headed back.

In a moment we board a bus for a 6 hour scenic trip north into the colder weather. Down here it is about 50 degrees. BTW, when I went out running at 6:am the sun had already been up for some time. This area seems to get a lot of sun during the summer (warm winter) and very little sun during the winter (cold winter).

Log Date: 20090517.1547 Location: Helsinki, Finland.

2009-05-17T08:28:00.002-05:00

I was bumped up to business class on the flight to Munich, Germany and sat by a woman headed to Italy and another man who was bumped up as well. All of my previous overseas experiences had me flying in coach or economy class. It was a pleasure to have much more comfort than I was accustomed. The flight was without incident and I enjoyed two movies, which both used the same story structure I wrote about in my latest article due out Monday.

Our second flight to Helsinki, Finland took 2.5 hours and found me dozing off 90% of the time. Four of us stood at the baggage claim waiting for two suitcases, one being mine. There had been difficulty for me getting on the United flight as I had to purchase my tickets through Lufthansa. This resulted in me having a boarding pass for Munich, but not one for Helsinki. Fortunately, I was able to get into the country without it and register at the Munich ticket booth. With a quick click of the scanner, the agent was able to redirect my bag and it showed up on time. Unfortunately my associate’s bag didn’t arrive.

Way up north here, I saw a stuffed reindeer and trees that are very sparse or thinned out. The place is very green, but the trees don’t have the same thickness as back home. There is a theatre nearby that I thought would be fun to attend tonight. Unfortunately, the show isn’t native to the area – High School Musical 2. Can you imagine coming this whole way and learning that the hit theatre show is something from home? Where is your native culture Helsinki? I’ll probably head into town later today and look around.

Have a great Sunday morning. BTW, Facebook came up in another language due to my location.

Can a Man be Respected after He Sins?

2009-05-15T07:31:00.004-05:00

I’m sick of hearing the old saying, “Hate the sin, but love the sinner.” It seems to be a one sided platitude to encourage woman who missed the mark. If it were for men as well, the phrase would state, “Hate the sin, but respect the sinner.” (Did you feel a flinch in your gut?)

Men need respect like they need air, but generally speaking, society encourages woman to disrespect men. This is especially true when a man sins. Over the years I’ve found that many women (certainly not all) attach their views of respect to temporal activities rather than the person. If a man does something inappropriate, I’ve found that the women surrounding him quickly write him off. However, those same women quickly surround a fallen woman to encourage her back to spiritual health.

Giving special attention or regard to a man who has sinned, helps him to quickly step up to a higher level of living. Dale Carnegie noted in his friendship book that if you give a man something to live up to, he would do it. The opposite is also true, if you label the fallen man by a sin he committed, he will most likely continue in it.

I’d encourage you the next time you come across a man who has stumbled, to show him respect as a child of God and give him something wonderful to live up to. In other words love him as you would a fallen woman, but by showing him respect – His form of love.

Brothers, if someone is caught in a sin, you who are spiritual should restore him gently. But watch yourself, or you also may be tempted. Galatians 6:1 (NIV)

Can You Sit Still with God?

2009-05-07T15:52:00.000-05:00

Have you ever considered what a writer would do if they couldn’t write? What about a teacher who can no longer teach? Or, have you thought about anyone else whose activities in life represented who they were and it suddenly came to an end?

If you were suddenly paralyzed from the neck down, could you still be you or are you only defined by what you do?

A friend asked me a similar question about resting in God. She wanted to know if I could live in peace without any activity.

I had to ask myself if I would be okay just being me regardless of the activities I’m invested in. I had to question if I would still be at peace, if I couldn’t do the things I do. I found my thoughts revealing and even considered how difficult stillness would be for the typical man who finds his relationships surrounded by activity.

I have a friend who always has to pencil time for me into his schedule. He lacks any margin in his life for drop-in opportunities. I on the other hand, seem to have plenty of opportunities for people, but far less time to manage the up keep of my home.

Some people find their lives so hectic that they have no time for God. Or, they only want to spend time with him in an activity. They find it difficult to just sit still with Him and not say a word. Just sitting in peace; not praying, not listening, and not reading His word. Just being with Him.

I once thought time with God was a commitment. Then I learned it was a relationship of two committed people. Later I learned that it was rewarding to spend time with Him. And most recently, I learned that He has it all under control and all I have to do is sit with Him.

Oh, don’t be concerned for me wasting away my life, as I’m definitely an active person. In all reality, sitting still with God is of great value. Besides, the day will come when I will enter His courts with thanksgiving in my heart and I’ll want to make sure I can pick Him out in a crowd and run up to Him for a big hug. Although, I’m confident He will see me first and run up to greet me with a bigger hug than I can imagine.

Ya know, I think I’m going to end this blog and sit a spell with Him for a bit.

Welcome to CJ's Corner

2009-05-05T13:00:00.002-05:00

This blog is designed for entertainment and will include a variety of crazy things, clever ideas, stories, how to information, articles, and anything else I come up with. If it pops into my head, it may very well end up on this site. So I hope you enjoy it.