“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?!”
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