This must have been my week for watching movies about condemned men on Death Row.... (and then subsequent thinking and meditating on sin and hell and judgment and repentance and forgiveness and such like as well). First off, I found the full movie of “Dead Man Walking” with Sean Penn and Susan Sarandon, and glorious music of Nusrat Fateh Ali Kahn on the soundtrack on youtube, of all places. ** Yes, all 2 hours of it. Well worth watching. I always thought that that movie was about a terrible miscarriage of justice, like one of those John Grisham novels. But, as it turns out, the Sean Penn character killer is totally guilty of murder of the first degree, but the film is about how he finds the release of confession and repentance and redemption through his relationship with the Susan Sarandon prison visitor character.
Then, I looked for “The Green Mile” with Tom Hanks, and big man Michael Clarke Duncan, who died earlier this year. You can’t get the full movie on youtube, but a short clip of one of the last interactions between Hanks’ warden and the gentle giant inmate John Coffey (like the coffee, just not spelt the same) is worth finding ***. Hanks ask the prisoner whether he ought help him escape, because how can he face God on judgment day, when he’s asked how it was that he helped kill one of God’s “true miracles”. Coffey answers that he’s ready to go.
“I’m tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head all the time.”
Sometimes I feel like that these days, reading the media, and becoming angry/upset/weary with tales of miscarriages of justice, man’s inhumanity, and examples of perversity from all around. I suppose it’s a kind of a glimpse of God’s grief at sin and its effects, and in that sense, its right and proper that I feel it, but that it should impel me, not to a desire to depart, but rather to work harder for that which is right and honest and true.
** http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSo5dDoXYAM&feature=fvwrel
*** http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1_mlS_dpp4
Then, I looked for “The Green Mile” with Tom Hanks, and big man Michael Clarke Duncan, who died earlier this year. You can’t get the full movie on youtube, but a short clip of one of the last interactions between Hanks’ warden and the gentle giant inmate John Coffey (like the coffee, just not spelt the same) is worth finding ***. Hanks ask the prisoner whether he ought help him escape, because how can he face God on judgment day, when he’s asked how it was that he helped kill one of God’s “true miracles”. Coffey answers that he’s ready to go.
“I’m tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head all the time.”
Sometimes I feel like that these days, reading the media, and becoming angry/upset/weary with tales of miscarriages of justice, man’s inhumanity, and examples of perversity from all around. I suppose it’s a kind of a glimpse of God’s grief at sin and its effects, and in that sense, its right and proper that I feel it, but that it should impel me, not to a desire to depart, but rather to work harder for that which is right and honest and true.
** http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSo5dDoXYAM&feature=fvwrel
*** http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1_mlS_dpp4