Once a month at the church I attend we open the microphone up to anyone in the congregation. We call it a Fast and Testimony meeting, and the idea is that the first Sunday of every month is a day we abstain from food and water to focus less on temporal things and more on spiritual things. With that spiritual mindset, we are invited to the podium to speak. Anyone and everyone.
I don’t usually get up, mostly out of suspicion of my own motives for doing so. Who, after all, lifts themselves up of their accord to be seen and heard of men (and women)? Narcissists. Attention seekers. Those riddled with self-importance.
I am all of those things. I am trying to be none of them.
So, when I do get up, like I did last week, it’s got to be for a good reason. “Good reason,” in my case, means “I have something to actually say and something outside of me telling me to say it.” I won’t get up otherwise.
This is a battle with myself that has gotten increasingly easier with age. I’m more bored with myself than I’ve ever been, and I’d prefer to listen to others. Not that I don’t love the rush of new ideas and thoughts when I do speak, but getting older can be described as the increasing awareness of your own idiocy. So, speaking comes with no small amount of risk and potential for reliving a bad word choice or ill-expressed thought late at night ad nauseam when I’m trying to fall sleep. When I was younger, I was pretty brilliant. Now, I’m a fountain of aged wisdom, and wisdom usually tells me to shut up.
What brought me to the microphone last week? This year. This whole. Massive. Year.
I was talking with someone just the other day about The Shift who didn’t know the history of the project, but who knows a thing or two about filmmaking. He also knew the movie comes out December 1st, but asked, “When did you shoot it?”
“February,” I replied.
And his eyes went real, real wide. “That’s insane,” he said. I nodded.
This year has challenged me in a way I’m not sure any other ever has. To take The Shift from an idea to a finished product in the space of less than 12 months has required something of me that I, naively, never once thought of as the key factor…the main ingredient…the sum total of what is necessary to come out of all of this with anything that is of any kind of quality and still remain an intact, healthy human being:
Humility.
Not talent, not knowledge, not skill, not money, not power. None of that, in the end, matters so much as recognizing that for all of those things, I really have nothing.
The strength of my own arm is nothing. I am not talented enough and I am not smart enough to do this job. I’m just not. How could I be? My experience going into this was a couple short films and some grunt work and light producing on other films. It was a leap of faith to try to make my own feature film in the first place, and a leap of faith for all our investors and all the actors and all the producers and the studio and everyone. Every single person who has contributed to and put work into this project has taken a leap of faith.
On the film, yes, but let’s face it, the biggest leap of faith, well…that was on me.
And I’ve always known that. And I’ve gone forward confidently anyway because my leap of faith was always towards one thing, and it wasn’t me. It was towards Him. I didn’t get into all this—all 8 years of it—because I wanted it so badly. I did it because I seek His will in all I do and I came to understand that this is what He wanted me to do.
And if He wants me to do it? Well, he whom God calls, He qualifies. That’s a truth I’ve clung to all these years, and it was what I repeated to myself every day before I headed to set.
Those were the salad days. When a little pep talk to myself carried me through telling Neal McDonough to try it again a different way or asking the Production Design team to flip the room or telling Costumes to scratch that dress and make a new one. The harder days, those were still ahead.
Because once a movie is in the can, there’s really no going back. And when there’s no going back, that’s when you second guess yourself.
When opinions are many and options are few. When the stakes rise and rise the closer to the release date you get, and every decision becomes more final because there’s less time to course correct. When your movie is ripped away from the thing you thought it was and becomes what it is going to be.
It’s when all the mistakes you’ve made are laid bare.
When you, as a creator, are laid bare. And for someone like me who has put his whole soul into this work? It’s when I am laid bare. Me, as a person.
I have been stripped naked and paraded in the street for all to see. The spare tire I can’t get rid of? Laughed and pointed at. The baldness my hat usually covers? Opened to the shine of the sun. The hunched back bent by scoliosis? A curiosity to be whispered about.
And I as I walk that road, exposed and stared at, I know one thing very, very well: I am weak. I am nothing.
And that’s when I become strong.
That’s when I become smart.
That’s when I become talented and the ideas flow and the spark turns to flame and I get a freakin’ shirt and pants because no one wants me naked in the street.
How?
This is humility, I think: strength through Christ.
Actual humility is not modesty. Modesty can feel kind of false, even if it’s real. Actual humility is a true recognition that you are low, that there is not enough strength in your own arm, that you can’t do the thing, and only through Him is anything possible.
That’s what I got up and talked about last week. Not all this movie stuff, but just the very basic idea that this year I have been shown my weakness, and I have even been overwhelmed by it. And it has caused me to recognize the need for my Savior in a brand new way.
We are not supposed to do this thing—life, work, family, you name it—alone. We are supposed to be weak. We are supposed to not be enough. We are supposed to fail.
Because if we didn’t do all of those things, then we would have no reason to reach for Him. And when we reach for Him, He makes us more than we could ever be.
This is the great truth of Christianity. Our weakness is our greatest strength. Or, rather, our acknowledgement of our weakness is our greatest strength. This is why Moses couldn’t talk. Why Joseph was left to rot in prison. Why Samuel was called at 10 years old. Why you are (fill in the blank).
Because He’s trying to get you to rely on Him. Because He’s designed mortality to offer us only so much so that we will seek Him to get a taste of what awaits us beyond it.
And once we have that taste, He hopes we’ll be greedy for it.
(There’s a drug metaphor here, but I’ll stop now before I get there.)
I have been humbled by this year, is what I’m saying. And that is no bad thing. These are the moments that can make me a better husband and father and son and friend and, yes, filmmaker.
I try to welcome humility. I think it’s less something we put on and more something we submit to. Because life will always, always humble us. Circumstances–bullies, a crap job, too much to do and not enough time, fluctuating weight, etc.—will always combine against us. It’s inevitable. It’s by design.
The question you have to ask yourself is this: Where is your strength?
And I submit: It’s not in your arm.