Mar 16, 2018

The TV Programme Broken modern parable and prophesy

The TV Programme Broken A modern parable with prophesy for an exiled  Church.
Whoever thought the process through, from writers script, again onto casting, sets, theme and overall narrative. Deserve recognition .
Well 'Broken' is clear Jesus parable . .brings you in, tells a story, develops, trust you to be involved. Watching... having done all that  . . .it hurts.
Why so?
The truth telling. . .maybe bold issues narrative . .from the grey concrete of the streets around the Church to gentle warmth comes across each candle that's lit.
Here no gimmick as TV ask you to pause . Compassion shown by characters from Anna frield single mothers struggle  . ..you want to be involved.
But stark reality is it one you as inner city pastoral leader know, The narrative bleeds out.
Hurts as you invest into the priest, the community, this well constructed unfolding storyline.
It hurts.
Is that us....you and l .. must be as our TV screen silently screens back at US. .done telling the truth about situation 
These people LIFES like those where we live, what an experience .
That hurts as  . A beautiful gambling lady's story unfolds . . .watch again because you do not want that ending. It hurts because the story telling us  . .that could be you or me or her next door ..or your mum . .it hurts because that so true.
Among the broken further the hurts folds out love, concern, care. . . . .yes some anger because this is storytelling of the highest caldera.
But there a hope among broken story featured . The priestly prophets compassion ,grace shown and the duty followed.
In brokenness still hope. . . .slight hope . .Broken by LA productions  . . A parable for 'these now times'.

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