On Second Halves and Camelot

I was watching some home movies that my Uncle had posted today, it caught me unaware to see myself appear in the picture, a shapely young woman full of hope for the future, along with my parents, both gone to heaven now and my brother and sister, her just a child and him a muscled young man. It brought up feelings in me that I have pushed away for so very long . I daresay we have all had “one brief shining moment”… Alan Jay Lerner wrote of it in the story of Camelot, “Don’t let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment, that was known as Camelot.”

So after watching that little film clip this morning I was thinking of “second halves”, specifically the second half of a few movies that I will watch until the mid-way point and then walk out or turn off. Why is that? The answer is that there is no such thing as a “happily ever after”, just reality which almost always ends with tears and heartbreak.

In the story of Fanny Brice told in “Funny Girl” the first part is enjoyable with Fanny being discovered and beginning a long career on the Broadway stage, finding the love her life in handsome Nicky and then as reality sets in the dashing figure becomes a wimpy, hen-pecked Mister “Brice” and hates it so much that he eventually leaves Fanny to continue his exploits pursuing wealthy, older ladies that can support his gambling habit.

Streisand again portrays a strong women, Katie, that finds love with the man of her fantasy dreams and starts a wonderful life, that is before she tries to change him whereupon he finds someone that likes him just the way he is and he betrays Katie, again with the tears and heartbreak! I had a friend, a man by the way, that saw that movie and said he was depressed for a week after he saw it because he was so sad that couple broke up, well join the rest of us “ladies” as we weep into our Kleenex!

There are more stories that start happy and end sad but for the sake of time and space I will end this monologue with the story of Arthur, Guinevere and Lancelot, I’m sure you recognize it now? It is Camelot. In the beginning there was happiness and flowers, dancing and ideals, Knights and maidens all happy and pursuing the beautiful thought of an ideal Kingdom where there is “might for right” and justice, Chivalry and good deeds. This was before the pure, if conceited Lancelot, became ensnared by his ravenous lust for the beautiful “Ginny” proving that he was merely a mortal man and not the “saint” which he had believed he was.

There was a particular phrase that caught at my heart this morning as I listened to the score of Camelot and birthed the thoughts I share with you. The King, desolate at the demise of his dream is approached by a young lad who tells him that he has heard all of the wonderful stories of the Knights of the Round Table and because of hearing them wants to become one of the wonderful, fabled Knights himself. Upon hearing what the lad had to say, the King has a glimmer of hope, the hope that as long as the story is told and remembered that something of Camelot will remain. When he is asked, “Who was that lad?” He answers that the lad is “one of what we all are, less than a drop in the great blue motion of the sunlit sea, but it seems that some of the drops sparkle, some of them do sparkle!”

Those thoughts made me wonder about the stories of people I have known and known of as well as the girl writing this, let’s talk about it for a moment.

As a young girl I would hear my folks talk about different famous evangelists or “big-time” pastors who were the stars in the church world. It seems as if one after another became tarnished and it seemed that our stars were falling from the sky and there was no one we could look upon as our hero. As soon as one would come into national attention, someone would come forward with a story, some awful deed they had done, whether it was absconding with funds or having an sexual affair with someone, which would result in vows and marriages being broken, the people I watched every week on TV and honestly kind of envied were the faces we were seeing on the National Enquirer and the evening news and where were our heroes now?

Looking back at the Bible we see heroes that failed but asked for forgiveness, and then there is the Hero of all Heroes in the person of Jesus the Christ. 2 Corinthians 5:20-21 “God put the world square with himself through the Messiah, giving the world a fresh start by offering forgiveness of sins. God has given us the task of telling everyone what he is doing. We’re Christ’s representatives. God uses us to persuade men and women to drop their differences and enter into God’s work of making things right between them. We’re speaking for Christ himself now: Become friends with God; he’s already a friend with you. How? You ask. In Christ. God put the wrong on him who never did anything wrong, so we could be put right with God.”

Our goal should be to live up to the trust Jesus Christ put in us when He gave His life in the most chivalrous of all deeds to defend our right to might and justice.

Although it seems like second halves are not happy for most, I believe that because Jesus Christ rose from his un-happy ending of death so that we could be victorious, I know that even though stars have fallen before, I, like King Arthur, believe that you and I are “one of what we all are, less than a drop in the great blue motion of the sunlit sea, but it seems that some of the drops sparkle, some of them do sparkle!”

In my second half I am trying to sparkle and I invite you my dear one, to just sparkle on with me…

4 Replies to “On Second Halves and Camelot”

  1. I’m glad to find you here. Today was more challenging than a lot of days. Magical Monday in the Kingdom. I have a younger sister and an older sister. They’ve both felt an uncontrollable urge to reach out to me to let me know they do NOT approve of my decision to move away from the home I had shared with my husband.

    This was a prayerful decision that I came to, choosing to trust God and take a leap of faith. The Holy Spirit lives inside of me and all I’ve done is change my physical address. I guess it just hurt, but out of that pain of being rejected for my decision it is my determination to not treat others in this manner and not to hold a grudge or withhold my love from them.

    I am oh so grateful that it’s my sisters and not as usual my dear Mother offering reproach. God is good, I know I’m in His Will obeying each small step He shines light on for me. My husband has some hard choices to make and I’ve left him alone with God. That’s all.

    Thanks for listening.

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