The Video below is a commercial that must have taken weeks to film. And whatever the intent of the commercial, (I think they are selling insurance), there is something of an admonition in both the video and the music that life and the things of life slip away.
While the music of the video set forth the theme: Don’t stop, thinking about tomorrow, Don’t stop, it’ll soon be here, every object in the home begins to get up and move away from the owners. And the owners themselves too begin to be swept away. By the end, all that was within, and all who were within, are swept outside and away.
And here is a paradigm for life. No thing, and no one in this world will endure the passage of time. All will be swept away, all will pass. Geologically, even lofty mountains were once on the sea floor, and to that floor they will erode and return.
Scripture says, For here we do not have an enduring city, but we are looking for the city that is to come (Heb 13:14). And again, The end of all things is near. Therefore be alert and of sober mind so that you may pray (1 Peter 4:7) but adds later, But according to His promise we are looking for new heavens and a new earth, in which righteousness dwells (2 Peter 3:13).
And thus, this video is not morbid. Rather it is almost joyful. For indeed, though earthly glories fade, Scripture also says, “Trouble don’t last always.” (cf Psalm 30:5).
The video ends with a snapshot. And ultimately each moment in life is but a snapshot in time. But time itself and all things are moving downstream, and slipping away. But God alone remains forever and our only hope is to be anchored him him. He is our Rock, our firm Foundation, and his Kingdom is our lasting city. All else fails and slips away.
There are Estate sales on Fridays and Saturdays here around the area and you can even look on craigs list to see them advertised. The Estate sales look very much like the commercial here, where everything for sale of the deceased is moved about on the inside and some things out to the garage or even the lawn. I am always reminded that we take NONE of it with us, that there can be a life time of “collecting things” gone in a garage sale weekend. God says in Matthew 6:20 and 21 “But store up for yourselves treasures in Heaven… For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”, and He also says in Matthew 6:33 “But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”
I am rereading the Gospels, Monsignor, with an eye for passages where it specifically says that Jesus was angry. So far, I have found one: Mark 3:5 “And he looked round on them in anger, grieved at the hardness of their hearts, and said to the man, Stretch out thy hand. He stretched it out, and his hand was restored to him.”
I think a lot of that commercial is computer animation, though, I am not sure.
Good day to you and all of your readers.
“I am rereading the Gospels, Monsignor, with an eye for passages where it specifically says that Jesus was angry. So far, I have found one: Mark 3:5 ‘And he looked round on them in anger, grieved at the hardness of their hearts, and said to the man, Stretch out thy hand. He stretched it out, and his hand was restored to him.'”
Wow. And that, gentle readers, is your non sequitur for the day.
Yeah, I think Richard is replying to another post.
I think that Msgr. Pope is right about “another post” and I thank RichardGTC for his help in my search for truth. I learn, yet again, that I cannot live in a metaphorical vacuum.
Yes, the first part was of my comment was the continuation of a conversation from another post.
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I think there is some animation. But if you go to the John Lewis site they show a video on how it was made. And for most of it they actually moved all those things by hand and snapped frames.
I awoke early this morning; for an early start shift at work; with a story about some children playing. Feeling that it may be appropriate for this ‘blog, I wondered when a post may come up into which the story would fit. So; after reading my morning bible study for today (Esther 4-7) on my third time through in chronological order; it was time for my morning prayers and to check the ‘blog.
Alleluia – a grand post for the story but, it was 3:00 AM and time to get ready for work so I made a few notes and headed out … till now.
A group of children is playing in the sand and, some work together as they co-operate in filling, and firmly packing buckets of sand; which they turn upside down as they lift the buckets off what will be one of many turrets for a sand castle.
There is one, however, who works on a different project apart from the others as he sifts his fingers through the sand and picks out pebbles. Most he discards because they’re too common but, an occasionally a sparkly one shines and glitters. Other children see his shiny pile of pebbles and want to play with him but he turns the others down as he pulls the shiny pebbles closer to him because he fears that the other children might steal the wealth which he is accumulating,.thus isolating further and further.
The shadows grow long and the sun seems to disappear behind the horizon as the darkness begins to close in. Just then their father opens the door, of the house, and a rectangle of light emerges onto the ground like a beacon of light beckoning them home. The father calls for them to come in from the growing darkness; to come in to the warmth and the light.
The group who were building the sand castle dump the sand from their buckets and leave their little imitation castle as they gather their toys and head for home. The loner call to his father and asks to bring in his shiny rocks. Father says, “no” and that the sand castle and the wealth of the shiny rocks are just illusions.
Then the father steps into the house in order to give the children room to come into the beckoning light of their home and all the children, except for the one who clutches his sparkly rocks rush in and the door is shut. The (human) father hasn’t yet noticed that one with the shiny pebbles is still sitting out in the growing darkness as he clutches the worthless treasure; for he fears losing them more than he fears his father’s wrath, which the child feels will come when the father realizes that he has been spurned for an illusion of wealth.
The night grows darker and colder as creepy shadows seem to flitter about yet, the child remains outside clutching his pretty stones as a tear trickles down his cheek.