The community of the sit-com.
Did I tell you I've become a little Sherlock Holmes crazed of late. Perhaps it's all the British fervor surrounding the Royals during this month, or the summer heat subconsciously wishing me to cooler fall temperatures that require rain boots and a deer stalker.
Whatever it is that has come over me both Sherlock Holmes and anything floral has gotten my attention. After watching all of the latest series of Sherlock, I found The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes featuring Jeremy Brett and David Burke. This a more traditional approach to portraying Conan Doyles infamous characters, it is the television series I watched occasionally as a tween and teen. Tween, yes I've started using that word. Isn't it funny. I'll let you research it yourselves. Tolkien used it, but it's become a word to describe a different age of person these days.
It's hard not to savor each episode, as I've gotten older I've become more and more intrigued by detective mysteries. They were a little too dark venturing too far into grown up worlds. I didn't appreciate them as a tween in the way I do now as a married adult.
Of course if you can, read the novels, of course you can read them, if you have time to watch television you have time to read, however if like myself you are familiar with many classic pieces of literature and as I have done in recent times started to enjoy the art of script writing and conveying the written word in film, then this has to be a must see on your list (alongside the BBCs Pride and Prejudice adaptation, the newest True Grit movie and the most recent Jane Eyre).
Seriously the music 'Leaning on the Everlasting Arms' to close the movie True Grit gets me every time, beautiful...it makes me think of the America I imagined as a child from a land far away.
Watch Jane Eyre in the fall, with the clouds low in the sky and the wind howling through the trees or street where you live as you nurse hot cocoa and travel through Jane's life alongside her.
After watching Pride and Prejudice you may understand the humorous effigy of Colin Firth that was made and placed in the Serpentine River, London recently.
With The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes I go back to being young again, sitting in my parents living room, my mother ironing, the English winter closing us in for the night. The warm glow of reds and mahogany, furniture lit by the house lights and the telltale music of the evening show about to commence.
I think I often misunderstood my mothers interest in television shows, now I realize many things. Without family or family like community close by these characters in book or on screen become part of your story, strangely enough I cried watching the last episode of Frasier (much to my husbands amusement), but could muster no tears for the preachers eloquent and emotive sermon this morning. I think maybe I was just excited to be in a room full of people and actually speak with real life in person human beings. My happiness of being present eclipsed the sorrow of the people in the room!
I understand now that without occupation, transportation, regular accessible community (and sometimes even with it) life can become a huge waiting game. Waiting to see a close relative with eager anticipation, waiting to speak to that old friend, or as I was today, my old friends sweet sweet parents. Writing or emailing and checking the mail to see what has been sent back. How the other is and what has elapsed over the time period (maybe not even a long time period) both parties have been absent or silent.
Today as I listened to our modern day Job speaking about his loss and his very real life experience of feeling overwhelmed and drowning in the suffering of life, I thought how apt. When all has been taken away, even our family, our closest ties, out community, our health whatever it maybe...do we have joy in knowing Christ. Is he still and was he ever our one pursuit.
I like how the TV shows are a substitute and an entertainment for the absence sometimes of people, at times circumstances find us in these places, however we must never substitute these books or these shows for the very real presence and pursuit of Christ. It think it could become easy to do that, my mother didn't. She enjoyed the shows and other hobbies amidst child rearing, but her first priority was and is the Lord, his people, the church. With that in mind, I go back to watching Holmes, but I'm also keen to take steps towards meaningful real time relationships with the community of faith here. It can be hard, it's a digital age, but there must be a way to breakthrough the structured event, planned Christian socializing and just do life together, for want of a better word...organically?!
I don't want my own little British bubble to take over embracing new life here. I'm not always thankful for those nearby friends who burst my bubble, but I should be. Their love, faithfulness and kindness is reaching in to pull me out of self-absorption and self-protection. Can you relate?
Whatever it is that has come over me both Sherlock Holmes and anything floral has gotten my attention. After watching all of the latest series of Sherlock, I found The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes featuring Jeremy Brett and David Burke. This a more traditional approach to portraying Conan Doyles infamous characters, it is the television series I watched occasionally as a tween and teen. Tween, yes I've started using that word. Isn't it funny. I'll let you research it yourselves. Tolkien used it, but it's become a word to describe a different age of person these days.
It's hard not to savor each episode, as I've gotten older I've become more and more intrigued by detective mysteries. They were a little too dark venturing too far into grown up worlds. I didn't appreciate them as a tween in the way I do now as a married adult.
Of course if you can, read the novels, of course you can read them, if you have time to watch television you have time to read, however if like myself you are familiar with many classic pieces of literature and as I have done in recent times started to enjoy the art of script writing and conveying the written word in film, then this has to be a must see on your list (alongside the BBCs Pride and Prejudice adaptation, the newest True Grit movie and the most recent Jane Eyre).
Seriously the music 'Leaning on the Everlasting Arms' to close the movie True Grit gets me every time, beautiful...it makes me think of the America I imagined as a child from a land far away.
Watch Jane Eyre in the fall, with the clouds low in the sky and the wind howling through the trees or street where you live as you nurse hot cocoa and travel through Jane's life alongside her.
After watching Pride and Prejudice you may understand the humorous effigy of Colin Firth that was made and placed in the Serpentine River, London recently.
With The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes I go back to being young again, sitting in my parents living room, my mother ironing, the English winter closing us in for the night. The warm glow of reds and mahogany, furniture lit by the house lights and the telltale music of the evening show about to commence.
I think I often misunderstood my mothers interest in television shows, now I realize many things. Without family or family like community close by these characters in book or on screen become part of your story, strangely enough I cried watching the last episode of Frasier (much to my husbands amusement), but could muster no tears for the preachers eloquent and emotive sermon this morning. I think maybe I was just excited to be in a room full of people and actually speak with real life in person human beings. My happiness of being present eclipsed the sorrow of the people in the room!
I understand now that without occupation, transportation, regular accessible community (and sometimes even with it) life can become a huge waiting game. Waiting to see a close relative with eager anticipation, waiting to speak to that old friend, or as I was today, my old friends sweet sweet parents. Writing or emailing and checking the mail to see what has been sent back. How the other is and what has elapsed over the time period (maybe not even a long time period) both parties have been absent or silent.
Today as I listened to our modern day Job speaking about his loss and his very real life experience of feeling overwhelmed and drowning in the suffering of life, I thought how apt. When all has been taken away, even our family, our closest ties, out community, our health whatever it maybe...do we have joy in knowing Christ. Is he still and was he ever our one pursuit.
I like how the TV shows are a substitute and an entertainment for the absence sometimes of people, at times circumstances find us in these places, however we must never substitute these books or these shows for the very real presence and pursuit of Christ. It think it could become easy to do that, my mother didn't. She enjoyed the shows and other hobbies amidst child rearing, but her first priority was and is the Lord, his people, the church. With that in mind, I go back to watching Holmes, but I'm also keen to take steps towards meaningful real time relationships with the community of faith here. It can be hard, it's a digital age, but there must be a way to breakthrough the structured event, planned Christian socializing and just do life together, for want of a better word...organically?!
I don't want my own little British bubble to take over embracing new life here. I'm not always thankful for those nearby friends who burst my bubble, but I should be. Their love, faithfulness and kindness is reaching in to pull me out of self-absorption and self-protection. Can you relate?
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