Hitchcock on Love

                   (what we can learn about one of the best story tellers in history)

We were watching an "Alfred Hitchcock Presents" episode on Hulu. 

The story was engaging at first. The actors were both wonky yet molded. They were interesting at the least. You could tell that Hitchcock had his creepy hands inside their brains while they were acting. He was trying to prevent their flaws and he was doing a good job at it. 

Then the end came. It was amazing. No one could ever guess. I wanted to go back and re-watch to find out how he pulled off this magic trick. When you turn off the lights and the t.v. your still thinking about how he did this. Not deep enough to be confused but deep enough to know it was doen right.

Is Hitchcock how love feels in our society? We're surprised by it. Many of us don't even understand it. We love others while we feel like no one loves us. Or maybe we only love ourselves too much and wish we could feel love for others more. Lastly we wish we could spend another night with those who are no longer with us. Why? To experience life with them a beautiful one that is only magnified by love.

The sad thing is we weren't ready for these surprise endings either.

Too many of us are working ten to twelve hours a day aching and dazed. We hang out with our significants and our friends but some of us don't ever connect like we might want to. We think we do. Our friends fill the void just enough. But is it supposed to fill us up like a candy bar or a burger where we get sick and always want more? Are mere Facebook messages supposed to fill the void? Are a couple of good beers with friends tonight but not tomorrow supposed to do the trick? Or are we supposed to be containing a feeling that can't be described? One that edify our mind, our soul, our heart, our stomach, and our nerves all at once like a drug that can preserve our inner beauty. Not our outter. Do you need a good drug or do you need love?

What I'm about to tell you will be like an Alfred Hitchcock ending for some Americans. It will make you uncomfortable and make you scared but it will touch you at the same time. This is how God want's us to live. He wants us to pour out our hearts to him over and over again and to share this constantly with others. Too many Americans and American Christians adopt a shaky theology where the messages they preach sound like an episode of Family Matters or even worst. No classic values aren't bad. But they are boring. God didn't create us to live without passion. He created us to be reflections of him. An awesome being who changed history all by himself. The point is awesomeness exists as real as the light shining through the shades in your bedroom and alighting the architectural diversities of your room that sometimes touch our face and warm our bodies. But do you feel this is missing from the world?  Too many of us waste time arguing about politics, religion, and social adaptation that we forget about beauty. The kind that saves the earth. The kind that makes God promises as real as heaven just because a couple of words left our mouths and made someones day.

He wants you to kiss each other on the cheek. He wants you to get offended and want's you to be nervous. He wants you to be afraid that people will think your gay but to know that it doesn't matter what others think but only what that person understands about how special they are. He wants you to uncontrollably tell your friends how special they are. He wants you to tell your friends and strangers how they have so many intricate gifts and how we desperately need them in our lives even in the smallest of ways because without them life would be worthless. He wants you to spend time designing a perfect way to make this work in your mind because there is a better way. Contrary to what liberal Christians might tell you. God does promise these things.  

This is God's vision. Where our minds and hearts are painted out from our mouths like endless mountains underneath the morning sunrise. It's an amazing world where the complexities of the human soul are unearthed through the sound of our voices. Where love pours out of every single person on the street like flower pedals falling from a cherry tree while the wind carries them across the reflection of our mind while fresh air enters our bodies for free while it's the only free thing left.

It's the kind of promises where babies are born and new tingling nerves are felt in our hands, chest, and feet. The kind of beauty where people keep from killing themselves, that give peoples bodies the strength to keep going, and just simply gives someone peace for the first time in their life. The kind of beauty were you know your artwork makes peoples hearts beat faster even if your not famous. It's the kind of beauty that is masculine, not just feminine, and the kind of beauty that shows someone who they really are for the first time in their life. It's the kind of love that gives people the strength to die. It's the kind of love that shows compassion and embrace and for once without the distortion of sex ruining the montage.

Here's what's wrong. Again we come back to the freaky, awkward  Hitchcock. He seems obsessed with this tantalizing thing called death but not just death. The pain of it. The emotions it brings. But maybe there's a reason it was tantalizing for him. It sits right next to love. Maybe this is why? Jesus's death, his love, is one with pain. He felt pain and sometimes it will be painful for us to show our love.  

Jesus had blood pour out of him, he had a spear chop up his side who knows if it stuck on the first try.  He had needles jammed into his eggy soft skull.

Pain.

Pain is almost the equivalent to our fear when we want to show someone our love. It's something we have to overcome just like Jesus did.

Overcoming fears and opening our mouths is nothing in comparison to the pain that Jesus felt. He felt the worst pain anyone could ever feel. But are we too afraid to tell people how awesome they are? Or everyday to encourage them more? Is our job in the way? How about greed, jealousy, family problems, church, money? When you know someone needs it. Say it. After all the world could end tomorrow couldn't it?  Alfred Hitchcock didn't pull his cunning endings out of hat. He learned this from life its self.

This is love and it's not an action, consider it a reflex. One that you and me have been keeping secret.  It means nothing unless you give it away everyday for free without fear of consequence. Without second guessing.

Our friends and family might not be here tomorrow and if you show them this un-watched "love scene" it just might save them, cure them, or inspire them.

"There are some kind of men who are so busy worrying about the next life, they've never learned to live in this one."

"To Kill a Mockingbird"