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The Other Side of Sunday.

Maria!

We do not play piano on Sundays.

Go out and help anna get dressed, Maria.

- I am finished. - Go out, all the same.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Today's sermon is taken from the Gospel according to St. John.

By the time I get confirmed, I will have sat here for 640 hours.

On this bench.

Every Sunday I pinch Anna.

Just to cheer her up.

We are supposed to look straight ahead.

That is what the church hags have decided.

If you do not folow the rules, you can end up in hell.

Gods want us to rejoice.

And when we look around at everything good God has created...

we can understand...

Mrs. Tunheim would look nice with lipstick.

That is a sin.

To live with God's kindness, but with an impenitent heart.

We sit down to eat in the name os Jesus

We eat and drink from Your table.

We thank You for all You have given us

Now we eat in the name of Jesus

Amen.

Excuse me.

Out.

"Thy navel is like a round goblet which wanteth not liquor."

"Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins."

The Song of Solomon is almost as bad as saying "fuck".

Only it's so damned beautiful.

Mother's tits are not real tits.

They just hang there for no reason

The church hags have tits like that.

The other women in town have sinful bodies.

The kind you cannot get to heaven with.

Only God's love is eternal.

Maria, come and look at this.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

Go home to your dad and hang it up in a chandelier.

But fill it up with something other than water.

- Your dad sure didn't use one. - Cut it out.

What is going on here?

- Where did you get that? - It was just here.

- This is unacceptable. - It wasn't my balloon.

- Ask for forgiveness, Maria. - But it was Bard...

Ask for forgiveness!

Birgit!

Birgit!

What was it?

It wasn't a balloon.

It was one of those rubbers boys use so they don't have babies.

Why did they say that Dad didn't use one?

Christians aren't allowed to use them.

If he had, you might never have been born.

Birgit!

Was I born because Dad is opposed to those balloons?

God and the church people have decided everything.

They decided that I was to exist.

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want."

"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures."

"He leadeth me beside the still waters"

Hello.

Hello, Maria.

Do you think God did a poor job when he created man?

I don't know.

Why do you ask?

He created us so that we have to ask for forgiveness all the time.

Isn't that a poor creation?

I have never thought about that.

It's nice in here.

Different than in there.

The organ sounds so nice in here.

I have a place in the forest... all my own.

Would you like me to help you on Sunday?

Yes, if you want to.

You should wear earrings.

Yes.

I would have liked that.

You were supposed to be home at seven. Where have you been?

- In the forest. - The forest?

- The dishes are waiting. - I'll do them now.

Are those pine needles in your hair?

I was looking for spring plants for science class.

It's nice in the forest

That's good. The Plants come from Jesus.

No, from the powers. Plants come from the powers.

- The powers? - That is that what she said.

I have heard about enough from that child.

Maybe Mom once wanted to wear earrings.

To drink wine and kiss as in Solomon.

God longs after us with an inextinguishable love.

The Scripture says, "Can a woman forget her sucking child...

...that she should not have compassion on the on of her womb?"

Dear God, make the priest fart so the whole congregation jumps.

Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray and laugh.

What if I screamed right now, if I yelled "dog darn"?

Imagine if I said "fuck" at home

As written in Psalm 23, "The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want."

"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures."

"He leadeth me..."

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want."

That is beautiful.

You who have made nature, God. Isn't nature good enough?

Birgit's mother's buttocks jiggle nicely when she walks.

And her breasts point upwards. I have touched them.

I "happened" to bump into them. They were warm.

Dear God, let me have breasts like that

Breasts that point upward.

"And I will dwell in the house of the ord forever."

Have you read the Song of Solomon?

- Yes. Have you? - Yes.

- Is Solomon an athist? - Why do you ask?

It seems like it. He writes about kisses, wine and women.

They are allowed to be beautiful

- Would you like me to read some? Yes.

"Thy navel is like a round goblet which wanteth not liquor."

"Thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lillies."

"Thy breasts are like two young roes that are twins."

"Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field"

"Let us lodge in the villages."

"Ther will I give thee my loves."

Amazing that is in the Bible.

I wonder if Dad has read it or just leafed past it.

He has not leafed past it. He has read it.

By the way, the word is "atheist".

That music is honest.

It reminds me that we must remember to live.

Do what we think is right and not accept injustice from others.

- Do you like Belstad's music? - Yes, especially Bach.

Me, too.

He reminds me of you, Bach.

- Did Bach believe in God? - Yes.

Everything he wrote, he wrote for God.

And for people like you, Maria.

Dad is handsome, tan and handsome.

One is not supposed to be, but he is.

Imagine if I told Dad he was handsome.

They are almost all A's.

You'll have to take private lessons next year.

I only had one B. All the other grades were A's.

I'll have a word with your math teacher tomorrow.

I don't want private lessons.

The decision has been made, Maria.

I don't want private lessons. They are for dumb people!

Let me come to a place where everyone is happy and honest.

Where they dare to be daddies and not just priests.

I have only one B.

I had an A average.

Isn't that good? Don't you think that's good?

Isn't unfair that I have to take private lessons?

Isn't it?

You must... you must to be more humble, Maria.

Your father's decision stands.

Dear God, starting today I am an atheist.

And how about Klara down at the kiosk?

THere is a lot of her to love.

Aren't you a little skinny for that beast?

Hi.

- Hi, Maria. - Are you just passing through...

...or did your dad send you?

Come on in.

Have a seat.

Look at this.

Now you've got something to tell them.

Fouth Commandment: Honour thy father and mother. Leave home.

And the Sixth: Screw thy mother and become thy brother's father.

Watch your mouth.

Don't mind him. He gets weird whenever he drinks beer.

Stop it, Birgit.

Come on.

Maria!

Don't worry about it. I won't say a word.

That way I can make up for what I did with the rubber, okay?

Come to our cabin next weekend. Birgit is coming.

God's love flows forth...

...like fresh water from the ground...

Isn't that just some sort of an invention, to love and cherish...

...until death do you part?

I love meatballs.

But I cannot promise God that I will do that for the rest of my life.

It is nice if God's love flows forth like water from the ground.

But where is the love in this congragation?

Do they love each other?

Does the priest love my mother?

Let us thank the Lord in prayer.

Look.

Milk bottle caps?

They aren't real earrings, but we can pretend while in here.

Yes. Let me see.

They are beautiful.

- They look nice on you. - You try.

There we go.

- Nice? - Yes.

Wait a minute.

Go like this.

A little more. That's good.

Now, I'll show you.

You are beautiful.

Your turn.

- Careful! - Did you miss?

Do like this.

That's good.

- Can we wear this while in here? - Yes. It will be our secret.

Now I have to get things ready.

Do you have many secrets? It seems like it.

I want to be like you when I grow up.

I hope it will be easier for you.

Mom is sick again. Her ulcer. Might have to go to the hospital.

Always do the things you like to do, Maria.

Take your walks in the forest.

Swim, Maria, so you feel the water close against your body.

The water brings peace.

Does the water bring peace?

Does the water bring peace?

Yes, the water brings peace.

I'll remember that the next time I go swimming.

- Bach probably liked to swim. - Yes, probably.

- Dog darn, Mrs. Tunheim. - Yes, dog darn.

- The lessons have been cancelled. - But I have to play!

You are not making progress. You do not practice enough.

- I'm not... - Mother needs quiet.

- I'm not allowed to practice! - Mother needs quiet.

I have made my decision and that is final.

Do you love me?

- I need to work now. - But do you love me?

Maria, a father loves his children. That is the will of God.

- Don't you have a will of your own? - Now you are being obstinate!

Dad?

I don't want to get confirmed.

Maria?

You are called upon to do so, Maria.

I never want to hear those words again.

Mom!

Our father, which art in heaven...

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy will be done...

...as it is in heaven.

- Jesus farted, too. - What?

Jesus also had to fart.

Jesus shit, and they didn't have toilet paper.

Jesus had to shit, and they only had leaves.

It's the truth.

I think you feel God has done a poor job. I don't feel sinful.

Maria, are you asleep?

Forgive me, Maria. Sometimes I react too harshly.

Sometimes I go too far with you and Olav.

Forgive me, Maria.

I am a little too short-tempered.

Jenny, what you ask of me... Try to understand.

Please don't go, Johannes.

Johannes?

Help me!

Dear God, help Mrs. Tunheim... if she needs it.

I've got butterflies in my stomach.

I'll bet they are on their way.

This is a great color, Maria.

- Wish I didn't have my period. - Does it hurt?

No.

You look great. That lipstick fits you.

And your hair is beautiful.

- Is this where the party is? - Why are you so late?

Stian kept falling down on the way up.

- No, Bard did! - I'll put on the hot dogs.

- Hi, Maria. - Hi.

- Isn't Pal Helge coming? - Yes. He went for a moped ride.

But we're here!

Dear Stella Polaris...

let him come and put his arms around me.

So that I burn inside.

Maria, can you get me some water?

Will you help me?

And the towel.

What happened?

We just did it, and I have my period.

I don't think he noticed. It sure as hell isn't easy.

Dog darn.

- My panties are full of blood. - Take mine, they are clean.

God damn, you are nice.

Hi.

Hi.

Come in.

The others are in there.

May I spend the night here, next to you?

Yes.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Want me to give you a souvenir?

I won't do anything, but can I see your breasts?

Dear God, let me get away with this.

I am almost done!

You're not just weird, you're crazy. Nuts!

- Is he awake? - No. I don't think so.

- You are up early. - I had to go to the bathroom.

We sit down to eat in the name of Jesus.

We eat and drink from Your table

We thank You for all You hava given us

Now we eat in the name of Jesus

Amen.

Take off that scarf at the table, Maria.

- Maria, take off your scarf. - I don't want to.

What is that? What is that, Maria?

- I hurt myself. - Did you hurt yourself?

Lying is the devil's work.

We must drive him out of this house.

Out of this family. He is not welcome here!

Lying? Maybe there are greater liars than me in this house.

Thank you, Lord, for this day which shines so bright...

- Where is your God, Maria? - Here and there, tra-la-la.

- Is this really necessary? - Yes. You need it.

I don't want to get confirmed.

Have a nice...

He is gorgeous. Imagine that he is a priest.

Those eyes...

Nice butt.

Everyone is now free to speak.

Does anyone have a testimony they would like to share with us?

"For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain."

Hallelujah, Ragnhild. That was beautiful.

It is good to stand up in front of the Lord.

It is good.

"Open the door to your heart. Let Jesus in."

"Let Him be yours. Love Him, and He will fill your heart."

"Why have you not opened the door to your heart?"

God bless you.

I feel sick. Thank you for today.

Maria, I would like to have a talk with you one of these days.

Maria, you can have my makeup case.

I don't need it anymore. I am going to become a Christian.

God demands that we renounce the devil...

...and all his deeds...

...and believe in Jesus Christ...

...and all He has done for our salvation.

Confirmation Sunday is soon upon us.

The candidates for confirmation will kneel before the Lord...

...and renew their covenant with God...

...by renouncing the devil and professing their faith.

It is good to cry.

I brought some mascara.

Probably not a good idea if you are crying.

I read something strange in a book the other day.

About some people who had a strange job.

They bit people in the finger to find out if they were dead.

Dog darn, what a job.

Death isn't that bad, Maria.

When you are dead, you are free.

- Free? - Free.

There is so much I want to tell you.

But if your heart is tired, I will be quiet.

Yes...

My heart is tired.

I cannot live without living.

No, dog darn it

I talked to a man, a man I am fond of...

He said we probably shouldn't talk to each other anymore.

It is not easy for him, either, Maria.

I have been to the caf�, but I don't dare tell them that at home.

Tell them whatever you want, Maria.

Your have to live.

I don't want to get confirmed, to end up like them.

They are forcing me.

There is a God for the two of us.

One that's just there.

An honest one? One you don't have to try to impress?

Yes. A God who wants us to be what he created us to be.

Who likes it when we are happy, when we are ourselves.

A God you can confirm yourself to, Maria.

Come.

Guide me, kind light

Through the haze and fog

Guide me forth

I walk through the dark

At night, far from my home

Guide me forth

I wanted to live my life

I was proud and stubborn

And courageous...

Maria...

Be proud and stubborn in the name of honesty.

Promise me that.

Guide me, kind light

Through the haze and fog

Guide me forth

I walk through the dark

At night, far from my home

Guide me forth

For health and strenght and daily bread...

...we give thee thanks, O Lord.

And let us pray that mother soon will return from the hospital.

Amen.

Maria.

Members of the congragation have come to me, Maria.

They were distressed.

They are dismayed.

I had faith in you, Maria.

You have lied to me, pretended you were at the youth meetings.

But instead you have been in the devil's lair, a den of sin.

You have been at the caf�!

God cries over you, Maria.

Let me never hear that you have been there again!

Devoted people have done their Christian duty and come to me.

It isn't a Christian duty, it's gossip!

I think I'm in love with the priest.

The young priest. Your dad is handsome, too. Beautiful, in a way.

I don't know if I could bear being a Christian.

I almost became a Christian on Sunday, but last night I thought...

I can't stop wearing mascara and lipstick.

I believe in God, I really do. But I want to be pretty, too.

Your never know when God will pass judgment

When the lights all go out

And the doors to heaven are closed

When day is over and night comes

It will be too late to reconsider

If you are here tonight, you who wish to surrender to Jesus...

...I ask you to come forward now.

Remember, tomorrow may be too late.

The Lord is calling you tonight.

Let us sing the next verse.

Today you will hear Him calling

He is asking you to come...

Sit down! You believe in God enough already.

Go get a Coke at the caf�. You are Christian enough.

It is not a sin to drink Coke.

Go into the bathroom and put on your makeup.

- You're crazy. - Maybe I am.

Stop all that kneeling. Your knees can get infected.

Do you want to turn into a church hag?

Go.

Maria, woul you like to take a walk?

I have to get home.

Thats okay. Your father wants us to have a talk.

Maria... why do you not believe in God?

Why don't you want to be awakened?

I believe in God, and I am awake enough.

I don't believe in what you are doing.

Why don't you surrender to Jesus?

That would make your father so happy.

It isn't necessary for me.

You are a pretty girl, Maria.

Use that in God's work.

You can't walk like that. You'll get run over.

Are you sick?

I'll be damned. Aren't you the priest's daughter?

I saw you at the caf�.

Don't believe everything they say in the established church.

There are many lies. Maybe Jesus swore and drank.

I don't thin so.

I think I would have liked Jesus.

No way. Jesus didn't swear.

A likeable chap, he drank and swore.

Why are you laughing?

I am the son of a seaman's priest.

I only became a seaman. I am on my way to my ship now.

Farewell.

You've missed the last bus.

Damn it, I have to get to town.

There.

You can catch the bus in the morning.

You'll hear him honk.

Sleep well.

Hey... you are really kind.

And pretty.

I've never seen a girl as pretty as you.

Kind...

And with nice breasts.

You've probably seen a lot of pretty girls overseas.

Someday you will understand the difference.

May I touch your breasts? It would make me peaceful inside.

Would you like me to sing for you?

Dear old Blue, my billy-goat

Think of your little boy

The bear with his shaggy fur

Can come and get you late at night

- Is it safe for you to drink coffee? - Sure, a little drop.

- Would you like a pillow? - Thank you.

The new priest from the youth group called.

He said that you had been saved, that you had said yes to Jesus.

Good night.

- Why are you here? - Just because.

Can I sleep in your room, too?

Whenever you want.

If you stick your tongue out at me during the confirmation dinner.

Would that make you happy?

Yes, that would make me happy.

Maria Berge.

Do you renounce the Devil and all his deeds?

Yes.

Do you believe in the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost?

Yes.

Will you live by this faith until your last moment on earth?

Yes.

Give me your hand.

Let me see.

You are so beautiful.

Do you think so?

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

Open it here.

Aren't you coming to the house? You were invited.

I am so tired today... tired deep inside.

You'll have to deal with this day on your own... as you are.

Open it.

Do you like them?

Hide them in your room. Wear them when you dare.

But don't wait too long.

Do what I never dared, Maria.

Don't let them stop you. They have stopped so many.

Wait. Will you come to my place in the forest some day?

We wish you all the best, Maria.

May you grow with the wisdom and love of Jesus.

You have a good heritage to build upon.

I have known your family since you moved here.

Our dear priest and his wife.

I have seen the children grow up in this loving home...

...and become the flowers we see here today.

Not all children are a joy for their parents.

As police chief, I know quite a bit about that.

But I am sure that you, Maria, will...

...make your mother and father proud...

...as you did today when you kneeled and were confirmed...

...in front of the entire congregation.

If you keep your faith, I am sure you will have a prosperous life.

I was proud of you at the table.

You made me happy today, Maria. You read beutifully in church.

That happens when we let faith conquer folly.

I am sure you felt that as well.

Next Sunday, after Communion, you will be a member of the adult congregation.

Take care of each other while we are gone.

I am going to wed two couples up there.

Two couples at once is a bit of an occasion.

Olav, you are in charge.

We will be back the day after tomorrow.

- Olav, what is it? - I don't know.

What are those ligths?

Something probably happened at the caf�.

A fight, maybe.

They drink an rock down there.

Rock isn't dangerous. It's a kind of dance.

Wait.

Cut it out. I don't know how to dance.

- You're good. - No, I'm not.

We get the day off.

Mrs. Tunheim is missing.

They're looking for her.

Hello?

Hello. This is the police chief.

My father isn't home.

When did you see Mrs. Tunheim?

Yesterday, after confirmation.

Have you seen her since then?

No.

I think she can be found where the river runs past the church.

Why do you think that, Maria?

I knew her.

You mean you know her.

I knew her. Goodbye.

Further out!

Keep working up river!

It's the police.

For you.

Dad?

You are also fond of her.

"He took the cup and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying...

...drink ye all of it, for this is my blood..."

Guide me, kind light

Through the haze and fog

Guide me forth

I walk through the dark

At night, far from my home

Guide me forth

I wanted to live my life

I was proud and stubborn

And courageous...

This is the body of Christ.

This is the body of Christ...

"Your spirit."

"Peace be with your spirit."

Nothing has changed between us, Mrs. Tunheim.

Earth to earth...

...ashes to ashes...

...dust to dust.

Goodbye, Mrs. Tunheim.

Done by (c) dCd / June 2005