Warning: This is NOT a Lent-specific post. I posted one of those yesterday.
In anticipation of the recent release of Star Wars, Episode 1 in 3D, my father-in-law threw down a challenge for our family – he would pay for the tickets and snacks if we would all dress up as Star Wars characters for the event. This created a frenzy of excitement among the small Mearses – somewhat less among the grown-ups.
I immediately started a mental list of all the reasons I did not want to get on board:
a) I am much more of an old-school Star Wars guy.
b) Taking our three year-old to a movie is like wrestling a wolverine for two hours.
c) I hate Jar-Jar.
d) I don’t love looking stupid in public.
e) 3D movies tend to make me nauseous.
f) I hate Jar-Jar even more now than a moment ago.
After a couple weeks of trying to glean costume props from friends, we landed on a scheme. Jackson was Darth Vader (he already had the full costume and wears it frequently in public, so that was easy). Lizzy was Yoda (she gets the Cutest Yoda Ever award). Zachary found a mask and an old Storm Shadow get up and made a respectable General Grievous out of it. Christina went as Princess Leia (episode 4 version, just so we’re clear). I grabbed some VBS robes from the church and went as a very iffy Obi Wan Kenobi. You can see a photo HERE if you’re interested. The kids looked great. They had that “cute kid dressed up in a costume” thing going on. Christina and I had more of a “we decided to come to the costume party at the last minute and after we were already half-inebriated” vibe.
Since our kids are still fairly young we did not get to the midnight opening with those who take pride in dressing in costume for such events. We hit the 4:30pm matinée. The place was pretty quiet on the way in, but it was absolutely packed when we finished. The layout of the theater mandated that we parade past the hundreds of movie-goers waiting for their 7pm shows. As a hard-wired introvert, this brought on all the things I hate most in the world – universal staring, semi-whispering, pointing, etc. Worst of all, it seems that wearing a costume in public is understood as an invitation for total strangers to engage you awkward conversations about their opinion of you and their own favorite costume-wearing experiences.
When our little outing came to a close, I was completely exhausted – partly from wrestling the wolverine, but equally from the mental energy required to deal with all the attention. I was also completely elated. The night became what I am certain will be one of our favorite family experiences ever. It is memorialized in an 8×10 photo that will hang in our hallway for years to come. Jackson prays every night for the next time we get to go to the movies dressed like Star Wars guys.
There are unlimited ways that this kind of experience could be applied to faith and life, of course. Right now though, I am basking in one simple truth – relationships are about presence. They’re about taking the time and energy required to show people you are in the moment with them. This might be doing something completely ridiculous with your kids. Or, being the one person who listens to the problems of a co-worker. Maybe it’s unplugging for a night of actual conversation with your spouse. Perhaps it’s actually going into a closet, closing the door, and spending a few real minutes with God. For those couple hours, as uncomfortable as I was, I was locked in on the joy of being with my kids and slowly that overcame all my personal agendas and discomforts. What had all the earmarks of being a torturous evening for me turned into a memory that I’ll treasure for the rest of my life because I allowed myself to get lost in a moment with people I love. I was no longer a guy with debts, work stress, and futures to plan for…I was Obi Wan Kenobi. It was beautiful.