Are You Not Entertained?!

“Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained?!”,  Maximus yells at a spellbound crowd.

“Are you not entertained?” He yells at me through the screen as I sit on my comfy seat .

“Are you not entertained?”, he yells at row upon row of those sitting passively in the theatre  munching on popcorn.

Yes I am entertained, I think to myself as I leave the theatre.

I remember the chill that went down my spine, the tear that welled up in my eye as I allowed Maximus’ story to have an effect on me, opening up the door of my life a little…  not too much though,

just enough to feel a little inspired, moved, convicted…

just enough to be entertained.

As I hop into the car Maximus’ story fades as I put distance between myself & the theatre.

Yes I have been entertained.

 

I often wonder if the preacher/speaker  feels trapped behind a screen, I wonder if they look out at the rows of people sitting  passively, I wonder if they look at me sitting in my comfortable chair, living my comfortable life.

I wonder if he/she feels like kicking over the pulpit, throwing their arms wide, head back yelling,  “Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained?”

Yes I am entertained, I think to myself as I leave the church.

I remember the chill that went down my spine, the tear that welled up in my eye as I allowed the story to have an effect on me, opening up the door of my life a little… not too much though,

not enough to change my life,

just enough to feel a little inspired, moved, convicted…

just enough to be entertained.

As I hop into the car the message  fades as I put distance between myself & the church.

Yes I have been entertained.

“Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained? Is this not why you are here?!”