It takes passion to gamble on a make-or-break film

By Tom DiFrancesca III

The death of passion, or so it appears; mediocrity seems to be overtaking society. Now, when someone does something with passion that is intended for the positive, he’s criticized, insulted, and slandered. It seems like most folks these days aren’t passionate about anything — not even their work, and that used to be the old standby.
Mel Gibson is passionate about telling the true story of a man named Jesus of Nazareth. How passionate is he? He was willing to spend millions of his own dollars to produce and market the film.
He’s willing to give up a multi-billion dollar career as an actor (he knew there was a chance that could happen). Gibson knew that there was a strong possibility that all of the folks in Hollywood would label him a “nut case.”
Now, that’s passion.
If you want to know the whole truth about the film, about why it was produced, just hop over to
www.thepassionofthechrist.com/
If you do so, you won’t have to sift through all of the lies and rumors about the film that are floating around in the media — and cyberspace. If you want to really learn about the story of Jesus, go see the film. It’s not going away anytime soon.
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Speaking of passion, parents don’t even seem to be passionate about raising, protecting, and caring for their children anymore. Every day we hear and read more and more news stories about children being abandoned, abused, and even killed.
It breaks my heart that society has turned to this; children have become property, just property. I’ve often thought how ironic it is, that so many unwanted children are born each year, how those very same children are abused and neglected — and yet, there are thousands of folks who cannot have children of their own. These same folks would give anything to have the opportunity to love and cherish their very own child.
Then, you’ve got folks who have lost a child — the hurt that never goes away, the questions that never get answered. Thursday would have been the 23rd birthday of my son Christopher, who passed away at the age of 11 — I’m dedicating the rest of this column to him, the piece is entitled “Missing You.”
All of the walks
That we never took
All of the talks
That we never had
No prom night jitters
No asking for the car keys
No high school graduation
And no arguments over curfews
The colleges never tried
To pursue or recruit you
Their classrooms were never
Filled with your brilliance
I miss your voice, your laugh
And your many, many questions
I miss your touch, your determination
And, your wide-eyed wonderment
You would be a man now
Starting a new life and career
You could have been starting your
Very family by now
But God chose to bring you home early,
His timing
The emptiness in my heart, can never,
Ever, be filled.
The hurting, deep down inside, never
Leaves me for very long — if ever.
Time has only partially closed the wound
To my soul — a temporary solution.
I miss you, Son, with all of my heart,
And, with my entire being.
I cannot possibly convey to you in words
The sadness that remains inside of me.

Tom DiFrancesca III is a freelance columnist and a resident of Clovis. He can be reached at
tomdifran@ureach.com or www.trackertom.com