#591 Timmy, Shark and The Help.
2 more awesome young men joined our church this morning. They’ve been visiting since last summer (Timmy) and January (Shark), and this morning they made their first profession of faith and were baptised. The youth who were at the early service all walked with them when our minister asked that the guys’ families come down with them to the altar. When they were baptised, my heart swelled. They’ve been such good role models for the younger guys in the group. It never fails to impress me when I see kids their age, seniors in high school, who willingly drive themselves to church every time the doors are open, even when they probably have more fun opportunities sometimes. That shows character. Character that will translate to commitment when they’re men with families of their own one day. Isn’t that wonderful? I hope one day we see them with wives and babies, being leaders in our church. They’re such an asset to our family!
After church we went to see The Help with mama, Annalee and Jenna. It’s my favorite book (mine and everyone else’s in the world), and I devoured it over 3 nights, lying in bed reading into the early hours of the morning. I knew the movie would be good. But y’all. I swear I cried 3 different times in the movie:
1. When Aibileen is running, afraid in the dark trying to get home, and she falls down in the dirt. She stands up, hurt and embarrassed and it broke my heart.
2. When Celia goes to the bridge club with a pie, and they pretend to not hear or see her knocking because she’s not good enough for them. It broke my heart.
3. When Aibileen is fired, before she leaves she holds sweet, chunky little Mae Mobley and baby girl says what Aibee’s been teaching her her whole life: “You is kind. You is smart. You is important.” It broke my heart.
And it honestly made me think about the great divide that’s been slowly closing since the 1960s in Mississippi. It probably still takes some amount of gumption for Timmy and Shark to come to our predominantly white church. It can’t be lost on them that they’re different from most of the congregation. I just hope they know they’re loved here, because truly, they are.