Sunday

I went to Emmanuel in the morning.   I was reading and people were kind enough to tell me afterwards that they love it when I read - I think it's the novelty of my English accent.

 

In the early afternoon I went to the movies and saw 'The 33' about the mine in Chile which collapsed, trapping 33 miners, and  I think most of us remember following it in real time when it happened.   I was surprised though that even knowing it all ended happily didn't prepare me for the emotional impact of it.   At the end, when the first miner emerged, I was dashing away the tears.   By the time  the final credits rolled up,  I was weeping.   It took a little getting into, but it was a tremendously exciting film.

 

In real time I remembered the President of Chile being there to welcome them when they came up, but they didn't show that (or even an actor playing him).  And I also remembered in real time being very moved that the President of Bolivia was also there to welcome the one Bolivian miner when he came up, but they didn't show that either.  Anyway, it was a very, very good film, and via a take out at the Golden Corral I was back home in the real world of  evil jihadists, facing down Armageddon.  Which got me to wondering "what IS the real world, the goodness of the story of the miners, or the evil of radical Islam".    But let us not go there, it is too philosophical for a Monday morning.