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The American Family Association, Dr. Dobson’s Christian-family organization, is producing a movie called, “Paper Dream” under its production name, “American Family Studios.”
“Paper Dream” is about a woman named Christy who doesn’t understand why she is infertile. She’s got faith. She reads her bible. Having babies has been her dream since she was a little girl.
I mean, all you need is faith the size (and flavor) of a mustard seed, right? Ask and you shall receive!
But damnit, no is an answer, too. And all that hope that the bible gives you is just a callous, deceitful bitch.
“Paper Dream” is modern day Job story. And Christy’s no Job, let me tell you.
Christy is pissed and just shy of wielding the loudest, smokiest chainsaw you’ve ever imagined.
Seeing this trailer couldn’t be more timely. Many of you remember Tina and I tried fertility treatments. And, in the back of our hopeful minds, we thought a vacation — with loads of sex — would produce a better possibility for a little nugget implanting in T’s uterine wall.
But Aunt Flow came to visit last night earlier than expected. You might have heard the deflating honk from where you were sitting.
You think stuff like that gets easier. It doesn’t. When you’re hopeful, disappointment feels heavier.
Here lies another reason why I finally left faith. As kids, we were taught about god as the master over the unthinkable. We were taught that “nothing is impossible” and that strong faith works “miracles.” Once I was able to face the harsh reality that the stuff in the bible is empty promises, and that prayer is no better or worse than just being hopeful, it’s a matter of retiring faith for function.
It’s much more easing to my mind to think of the world as a natural place where miracles aren’t miracles. They are common functions, accentuated by science and, oddly enough, coincidence.
Having faith somewhat drove me to levels of hysteria, like ol’ Christy in that trailer above. It’s not healthy for people to think like that.
Once you get past the idea that god is as in control of your life as he’s in control of beggars in Bali or the billionaires in America, it’s a no brainer.
By the way, if the trailer is the best of the film that’s supposed to entice viewers, the production team and actors should hang their collective heads in shame. Seriously? “I would give anything in the world to have morning sickness. To wake up in the middle of the night to feel little feet kick inside of me.” Did Dr. D. write this himself?
Barf.
Posted by Jeremy 
