It’s always an interesting procession at the end of the movie to watch people rise from their seats almost immediately after “The End” splashes on the screen.
They miss the credits – the people who made the movie happen. Maybe it’s just me, but I watch the credits. It’s intriguing to watch who the ‘grips’ there were and who did provided the catering. Just who was the “Man at the gas station”? Who provided the wedding cake?
There’s an application here for me to live. I shouldn’t just pay attention to the credits at the movie theater — I need to pay attention to credits everywhere else. At my job, I am quick to scoop up the project or the article or the report and start moving on it. But I don’t read the credits – giving praise to the work of the hands that produced it.
And at home, I haven’t always been one to give credit, as I’ve been much more apt to give criticism. How about the man who sweeps the parking lot at my work, or the woman who cleans the glass. How about the older gentleman who picks up trash in the neighborhood or the single man that stuffs the bulletins at church.
Let the credits roll. Who do you need to praise today? Comment here.