In today’s broken world, the American dream is becoming less and less of a reality. Perhaps the question we should all ask is, “What is God’s definition of success for me?”
I visualize my life as this pie – a slice for taking care of my boys, a slice for my family and friends, a slice that’s my career, a slice for my social life, and a slice that I have for God, which I’d like to make bigger.
Not only was I a bill collector, I was a rather nasty bill collector, who promised my imaginary guy on the phone a visit from some big guys who were not going to mess up his knees but couldn’t guarantee that his other body parts would be OK.
Rusty comes every day he is needed, acts with grace and patience, and is completely volunteering his time. He looks pretty scraggly and if you saw him on the street, you might want to walk away from him, but on the set, he’s all grace. A real pro.
Isn’t that what the promise of Heaven is? Never-ending joy, praise, and quality relationships with God and each other? Senior Year gives the viewer a glimpse that perhaps there is another world where we might be able to visit someday.
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