Comments on: Midnight in Paris and the Pull of Nostalgia http://www.russellmoore.com/2011/06/22/midnight-in-paris-and-the-pull-of-nostaliga/ By Russell D. Moore. Russell D. Moore serves as the teaching pastor at Highview Baptist Church in Louisville, Ky. In addition, Dr. Moore is the Dean of the School of Theology and Senior Vice President for Academic Administration at The Southern Baptist Theological Seminary. Find sermons and other resources to help Christians engage the culture from a biblical worldview at www.russellmoore.com. Tue, 22 May 2012 20:04:45 +0000 By: Meia-noite em Paris e a atração da nostalgia | Blog da Mocidade http://www.russellmoore.com/2011/06/22/midnight-in-paris-and-the-pull-of-nostaliga/#comment-147154 Meia-noite em Paris e a atração da nostalgia | Blog da Mocidade Thu, 30 Jun 2011 13:28:32 +0000 http://www.russellmoore.com/?p=7248#comment-147154 [...] Texto original de Russel Moore aqui. [...] [...] Texto original de Russel Moore aqui. [...]

]]> By: Josh http://www.russellmoore.com/2011/06/22/midnight-in-paris-and-the-pull-of-nostaliga/#comment-147135 Josh Thu, 30 Jun 2011 00:47:36 +0000 http://www.russellmoore.com/?p=7248#comment-147135 Interesting thoughts and intuitive analysis. Interesting thoughts and intuitive analysis.

]]> By: Grant http://www.russellmoore.com/2011/06/22/midnight-in-paris-and-the-pull-of-nostaliga/#comment-146935 Grant Wed, 22 Jun 2011 17:23:47 +0000 http://www.russellmoore.com/?p=7248#comment-146935 Great post, I saw the movie and enjoyed it very much! I left surprised with how clean it was comparative to most other contemporary films. As I watched the movie I found myself being pulled into CS Lewis' sermon "The Weight of Glory," especially when considering the vivid pursuit of pleasure by all the characters in the movie. Allen portrayed, correctly, that people during all prior time periods had longings which they could only hope might find fulfillment in another time. I think its interesting they all looked to the past - i see this to be a longing for the Garden - the way things use to be. What truth! Backwards I think, however! Because, Gods word instructs us not to look backwards, but forwards to life with God where every desire ever known will be satisfied, to the praise of Gods glorious grace! Thanks Dr. Moore, I always appreciate your analysis! Great post, I saw the movie and enjoyed it very much! I left surprised with how clean it was comparative to most other contemporary films.

As I watched the movie I found myself being pulled into CS Lewis’ sermon “The Weight of Glory,” especially when considering the vivid pursuit of pleasure by all the characters in the movie. Allen portrayed, correctly, that people during all prior time periods had longings which they could only hope might find fulfillment in another time. I think its interesting they all looked to the past - i see this to be a longing for the Garden - the way things use to be. What truth!

Backwards I think, however! Because, Gods word instructs us not to look backwards, but forwards to life with God where every desire ever known will be satisfied, to the praise of Gods glorious grace!

Thanks Dr. Moore, I always appreciate your analysis!

]]> By: Midnight in Paris – Justin Taylor http://www.russellmoore.com/2011/06/22/midnight-in-paris-and-the-pull-of-nostaliga/#comment-146931 Midnight in Paris – Justin Taylor Wed, 22 Jun 2011 16:44:59 +0000 http://www.russellmoore.com/?p=7248#comment-146931 [...] Mike Cosper and Russell Moore have posted reviews today of the movie Midnight in [...] [...] Mike Cosper and Russell Moore have posted reviews today of the movie Midnight in [...]

]]> By: Lesley Gore http://www.russellmoore.com/2011/06/22/midnight-in-paris-and-the-pull-of-nostaliga/#comment-146928 Lesley Gore Wed, 22 Jun 2011 15:20:41 +0000 http://www.russellmoore.com/?p=7248#comment-146928 This post touched a deep chord in me. From a very young age, I have felt out of place here, naively longing to have lived in a time like the pioneer days when people really loved the Bible, or the 1950s when everyone was nice and went to church (and wore shirtdresses everyday, but that is beside the point). It wasn’t until I was in college that I began to realize that if I had been a pioneer, I would probably have died already, and that in the 1950’s, many of those nice, churchgoing people thought they needed their own special bathrooms, water fountains and sections of the bus. Sin was just as popular then as it is now, and death was just as sure. Which led me to realize that what I was really looking for was a place where my family would be safe, where wickedness would no longer taunt OR tempt me, where all of the best things in life – worship of God, family, home, love, laughter, donuts maybe – would be permanent, and all of the awful things – death, sin, sickness, heartache, fiddleback spiders definitely – would be absent. My soul longs to be comfortable here, to relax, to put my feet up and believe that I am immortal. But all I have to do is open my eyes to see the curses of sin lurking all around me and, even more frightening, around my family. My children… And that’s when I cry out for a Savior, for a promise, for hope. It is undeniable – the only sure hope is in the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ, and while the journey to follow Him can be excruciating, the tastes of eternity are delicious. (And the help of the Comforter is not to be missed!). To be honest, the getting-there still slightly terrifies me, but I cannot wait until my faith is made sight. Thank you for another thought-provoking post. This post touched a deep chord in me. From a very young age, I have felt out of place here, naively longing to have lived in a time like the pioneer days when people really loved the Bible, or the 1950s when everyone was nice and went to church (and wore shirtdresses everyday, but that is beside the point).

It wasn’t until I was in college that I began to realize that if I had been a pioneer, I would probably have died already, and that in the 1950’s, many of those nice, churchgoing people thought they needed their own special bathrooms, water fountains and sections of the bus. Sin was just as popular then as it is now, and death was just as sure.

Which led me to realize that what I was really looking for was a place where my family would be safe, where wickedness would no longer taunt OR tempt me, where all of the best things in life – worship of God, family, home, love, laughter, donuts maybe – would be permanent, and all of the awful things – death, sin, sickness, heartache, fiddleback spiders definitely – would be absent.

My soul longs to be comfortable here, to relax, to put my feet up and believe that I am immortal. But all I have to do is open my eyes to see the curses of sin lurking all around me and, even more frightening, around my family. My children…

And that’s when I cry out for a Savior, for a promise, for hope. It is undeniable – the only sure hope is in the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ, and while the journey to follow Him can be excruciating, the tastes of eternity are delicious. (And the help of the Comforter is not to be missed!). To be honest, the getting-there still slightly terrifies me, but I cannot wait until my faith is made sight.

Thank you for another thought-provoking post.

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