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Cindy Amelung

With a warm heart and a joyful spirit, Cindy reveals Godly principles and heavenly purposes for the circumstances of life. Her honesty before the Lord and in her writings help her readers connect, learn, grow and develop a contagious hope that God will bring good things from astounding situations.



The Matinee

By Cindy Amelung

I recently had the opportunity to take in a movie I had wanted to see. Even better, I was able to go to the movie theatre for a weekday matinee; much smaller crowds, more available seating – all the things that appeal to me.

I bought the ticket with my debit card, found my seat and thoroughly enjoyed the movie. When I got home I even remembered to dig out my ticket stub so I could record my purchase in the old checkbook before it slipped my mind. I was still smiling as I pulled out the ticket stub – the movie had been just as enjoyable as I hoped it would and I had had such a good time. I checked the cost on the stub and started to write it into the register; then I looked at the stub again. I shook my head and looked again. No. That can’t be right. No. I refuse to believe what I am seeing. A SENIOR ticket?!! SENIOR ticket?! I took off my glasses, cleaned them, put them back on and looked at the ticket stub again.

No, my eyes really did see the printing correctly – it really was a senior ticket I had been sold. And I thought the young man who had waited on me had been so nice and polite. He had smiled and told me to enjoy my movie. The horns on his head must have popped out after I walked away. Only a demon would do such a cruel thing to me. I am only 51, for crying out loud!!! I know, I know – according to AARP I AM a senior. That is exactly why I won’t join that organization – I refuse to be labeled any sooner than necessary. I do think I should be allowed to get through menopause first – one cross to bear at a time PLEASE!   

Yes, I will concede that I have more white hair now than any other color. When I look in the mirror, I still see traces of the brown hair that used to dominate my head. I am told that in the sunlight my white hair shines beautifully – that just warms my heart. I am in that minority of women who is allergic to all formulations of hair color. Great.

The whole painful ordeal did cause me to stop and think about appearances. When did this white hair thing happen to me? When did I stop looking on the outside the way I feel on the inside? I don’t feel old enough to have so much white hair. I don’t feel old enough to be a grandma and yet my grandson just turned twelve. I may need to work on that one so he won’t wind up older than me.

Actually, the first thought that came to mind when I realized I was holding a senior ticket was a verse of scripture, I Samuel 16:7: But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”  In my heart I don’t have any white hair.

Oh, and for all you young people employed in movie theatres across this great nation, the ticket price for a matinee is the same price whether or not it is a senior ticket – make a senior’s day and just sell them a regular ticket.

Allow me to make one final observation. I always wondered why these young people were kept behind glass with just that little round hole cut out for communication. This is no longer a mystery.

Copyright © October 2007 – Cindy Amelung. All rights reserved.


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