Calvinist Farming

Our Calvinist fathers wore neckties with their bib-overalls
and straw hats, a touch of glory with their humility. They rode
their horse-drawn corn planters like chariots, planting the corn
in straight rows, each hill of three stalks three feet from each hill
around it, up and over the rises. A field-length wire with a metal knot
every three feet ran through the planter and clicked off three kernels
at each knot.

Excerpt from Sietze Buning's, Purpaleanie and other Permutations

The movie is called THE NINES

A wonderful, thought-provoking movie that offers a different perspective for those who have faith in God. I appreciate these films; creatively worked and intricately pieced together to make a challenging watch followed by great conversation. In short, the film documented three stories of the same man in a somewhat haunting and thrilling puzzle that worked them together. I really came to appreciate how the director and writer used the final conversations to express the beauty of the Creator:

"You don't have to explain or apologize. Everything that is is because of you. And if that's all there is, that's enough."

It is a comment that says, 'It's not about me, this world exists because of You and for You'. A statement of wonderful theological significance which caused me great joy. This movie is a great watch, but be warned: it's labeled thriller for a reason.

MEXICO
The swarm of gulls just off shore with the warm sunshine and the salty sea-breeze air. The sails of a boat, a pie shaped fin on the back of the ocean breaks the horizon. Honeymooners wade out while the old folk lay back. They don't know it yet, but they will be back for another season. Sunbathers and wave waders make the best of the afternoon sun. The vendors get their exercise and and make their slow escape wit ha polite "no-thank-you". The cowboy marionette with a smile on his face and we speak the same language for a moment, then we talk. Drink in hand the sunburned vacationer give a cheer to the "Bandito" singing his song. But the song was first started by the bird in the tree as they called to each other - to love or to mock I am not sure. My love falls asleep under the blanket of the sun keeping her warm. But her beauty, even as she sleeps, radiates leagues brighter than that which warms her.