His message is righteous
His love is everlasting
His gift is life

Over the weekend, while joyriding around the internet, I stumbled across the trailer for Saw V.  It’s only a mini-teaser, but enough of a buzz to get me excited about it hitting the theaters October 24th.

My only, and I do mean only, problem with the fifth installment is that one of the most brilliant horror series in history is starting to cheapen.  Personally, I believe we could have ended things at a trilogy.  Sure, it would have left some questions, but you must admit, it would have been a much stronger finish.  The traps in number four were just not enough after number three.  Jigsaw and Amanda are dead now.  I don’t want someone new carrying on his work!

I will never forget when I begged my youngest son to go with me to the theater for Saw III.  He is not, I repeat:  NOT a horror fan, but I didn’t have anyone else to go with.  I finally wore him down enough that he agreed to go.  All the way from the opening scene until the movie title appeared, we were scrunched down in our seats, jackets over our heads, and I believe a single TEAR rolled out of my eye.  I leaned over and whispered ever so gently:  I’m so sorry I made you come with me, son.

Sadly, I will be at Saw V on opening night…