French Montana “Writing On the Wall”: what you might have missed in the video

A collaboration between R&B powerhouses here, and a new video to go along with the song, “Writing On the Wall,” has fans super pumped. Check out French Montana with Cardi B, Post Malone, and producer Rvssian, then scroll down for what you missed in the video!

After watching it once or a handful of times, did you notice any of these things?

  • The bicycle rider on the left in the first shot of the music video is wearing a Givenchy brand long-sleeve shirt. Guess how much a shirt like this costs? A similar shirt on the Givenchy website is listed at $695.00. The bike he’s riding probably retails around the same.

 

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  • Next up… 10 seconds in, the guy standing with French Montana looks up before French takes off. Is this an edit gaff or can the guy see into the future?

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  • French Montana is watching a TikTok video of “Writing On the Wall” and clicks the heart. He’s also doing this in another of his music videos, called “Slide”…

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  • Immediately after this, he rockets up to the sky but notice in the background the same cat goes by twice. Or perhaps it’s another cat. Cats are always everywhere!

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  • When he lands in the city as a giant human, there’s a taxi with a TikTok ad on the roof.

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  • He’s sitting near an intersection of Hectic Boulevard. Maybe that intersects the “Boulevard of Broken Dreams,” a la Green Day?

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  • Another TikTok ad… as crowds gather around.

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  • They may have shot this video around the time New York City has an annual “5 Boro Bike Tour” as seen in these street sign by behind Post Malone. That would be a good time to shoot the video since a lot of streets are blocked off for the annual bike event in May, although most of the video is green screen, so who knows.

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  • French and Post Malone are riding motorcycles without helmets, but you can see they’re clearly not in New York City. Good thing, because wearing helmets is required by law in the entire state of New York. Maybe this part was shot in Jersey. I’d say, however, using at least one hand is recommended, Mr. Malone!

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  • Another TikTok billboard at 2 minutes into the video.

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  • A few seconds later in the video a meteor blasts through the atmosphere. Never saw that the first time I watched the video!

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  • Yankee Stadium has solar panels, but no “Yankee Stadium” sign.

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  • I’m guessing this is the front grill of a Bentley.

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  • Glowing glittery lights form the skyline of a city, New York perhaps?

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A few other fun facts…

  • The phrase “writing on the wall” comes from the book of Daniel in the Holy Bible. Chapter 5 verse 5, King Belshazzar is having a party and sees fingers of a man’s hand appear and begin writing on the wall in his palace.
  • TikTok is advertised throughout this video, and French Montana actually has a song called “Tic Toc” (But spelled differently than the phone app)
  • At the time of this post, French Montana has 75,900 followers on TikTok.

 

Thanks for stopping by!

-Out of the Wilderness

 

 

 

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40 years in the dating wilderness

I’ve never felt like Moses more than I do at this very moment. He wandered in the wilderness for 40 years and I’ve been wandering in the dating wilderness for my entire life- 40 years!

Of course, the wanderings were and are for different reasons, and the promised land isn’t the same either… but I am so grateful the Lord opened my eyes to this comparison. It’s lighthearted, sure, but I do think of my journey to the dating “promised land”– marriage– paralleling the Israelites journey.

The thing is… their journey had a (mostly) happy ending as they finally made it to the land flowing with milk and honey. Will mine? I’d love to find a woman as wholesome as milk and sweet as honey 🙂

-Out of the Wilderness

I’m supposed to love the idiots?

In a very light and slightly judgy situation, I was reminded of my favorite chapter in the entire Bible. I’ll leave it to you to look it up, but I’ll point you in the right direction at least… it’s between Psalm 140 and 146. There, that’ll give ya somethin’ to do after this!

The particular verse that came to my mind was one about God having compassion and mercy for everything He’s made. To confess honestly, I don’t have compassion and mercy for everything He’s made. This revelation came to light today at the dog park…

The story starts with me and my rule-following personality, which can definitely be a nuisance for me and anyone I annoy with my tattletaling. So I drive up to the dog park and within a stretch of about 60 or 70 feet of roadside grass, there are 2 signs which couldn’t say more clearly not to park on the grass. It’s not for me to understand why the city or county has made this a rule, but nonetheless the rule exists. So of course, there are going to be people that think rules don’t apply to them. The rebels.

Exhibit 1:

I happened to be parking (not on grass) as the black car pulled up to park. I immediately started making a mental list of burns I’d use about his idiotic disregard for the rules. Sidenote: I love making lists. I had time to cool off, though, while I was at the park with the dogs and that’s when I was reminded about God being patient and loving towards most things He made. Wait, I’m kidding, the Bible says all things. So if I’m striving to live a life pleasing to Him, I should be loving towards all things He’s made… but man some people make it a real chore! Like the owners of these two cars, who’s combined IQ, if converted to Fahrenheit, wouldn’t melt an ice cube.

And that red car is a Prius. Psssshhh, they don’t care about the earth at all, parking right on top of the lovely grass. #PriusFail

Later, I thought a better idea than using a snide remark would be to say something like, “Hey, not sure if you knew this but we’re not supposed to be parking on the grass.” Simple enough right? The tattooed Californian would then get all huffy and puffy (wouldn’t he?) and I’d explain by saying that “if we don’t abide by the rules set before us, that’s when privileges get taken away. You’ve been a 3-year-old before, right? It’s the same thing.” He’d be offended and for the rest of his days he’d think about how right he is for doing his own thing, for blazing his own path, for being a hero… or whatever.

But to circle back to the point of all this, I learned that even people that really annoy me are loved by God, and I should love them, too. Even if they’re idiots who drive a Prius or come from California.

-Out of the Wilderness

The first Bachelor contestant, Adam

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Does anyone else’s mind wander during church sometimes? Only me? OK then! That’ll give me something to confess the next time I’m in prayer.

“God, I’m sorry for thinking about ABC’s The Bachelor and what if Adam was the contestant picking from 25 women. I know it’s weird. Thank you for loving me anyway.”

…is pretty much how that prayer would go.

Today in church there was a brief mention of Adam and Eve, and my mind ran with it. Somehow Adam became the star of The Bachelor and Eve was just one of the 25 women competing to guard and protect his heart, which leads to a flurry of questions:

Where would the other 24 women come from?

Would they all be vegetarians?

They’re already in a beautiful garden, so where’re the “exotic” dates?

Who is “there for the right reasons”?

I can see the first caravan of camels pulling up now. Adam, here are the first five women… Mary, Esther, Sarah, Ruth, and Jezebel, who simply winks and says, “Let’s do the d*mn thing.” Adam looks off to the side, “Boy, am I in trouble.” The next five arrive: Rahab, Zilpah, Ashleigh R., Ashley K., and Ashlee M. He whispers under his breath, “So many Ashley’s.” On and on it goes and maybe Eve doesn’t arrive till the final five, since the host (God) wants to save the best for last.

Adam notices Eve right off the bat so she gets the first impression rose. He feels like somehow she’s already a part of him. Get it? Ok, anyway. The first date card arrives…

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So that date will end badly. A combination of fruit, a snake, and all the contestants are banished from the paradise mansion in Eden…FOREVER!!!!! No Bachelor Pad, no Bachelor in Paradise, and dare I say not even an episode of The Women Tell All. But there is a wedding. Adam eventually picks Eve and they get married.

Years go by and many more seasons of The Bachelor, then along comes the star of the first Bachelorette season ever, Ruth! You can read her story in the Bible but I’ll say this, it includes a sizzling overnight encounter!

-Out of the Wilderness

 

Kindness of strangers in unexpected moments

Part of what I do for income includes driving my car all over town and interacting with strangers. I know what you’re thinking, “Oh, he drives for Uber!” Thankfully, no. Drunk strangers will not be vomiting in my car. I really enjoy delivering smiles for Amazon Prime Now. But it’s not always happy times, I’ll tell ya! Traffic can be a bear and a few weeks ago, the weather was quite the menace. Here’s a snippet from my dash cam the night I was delivering in Nashville’s heaviest snow of the year so far.


Even worse than the snow, though, was the ice. Some main roads, and most secondary roads, were layered in it. On top of that, I had 10 deliveries! I felt like David going up against Goliath, with a Nissan Versa as my slingshot.

I left the Amazon warehouse with just an ounce of courage. I slowly crept my way to the first customer and missed the mark with my first stone. Here I am in a bit of a predicament.


I was halfway up the hill and started sliding down. I was able to back into a random driveway and with some help, drive in reverse, through front yards, narrowly missing two cars but getting back onto a flat road without incident.

Nine more deliveries to go.

Already my neck was sore. My shoulders were tight. A few of the next stops were in flat areas of east Nashville, so that was a relief, but Goliath still seemed larger than life.

Towards the end of the route, Goliath snorted as I approached the steepest hill yet. The house I was delivering to was at the top, about 5 houses in from where I decided to park the car. My slingshot wouldn’t win this battle. In fact, I felt pretty defeated at this point; half the deliveries were late and even after this one, I had a few more to go. To walk the delivery to the customer would take at least 3 trips from my car up the hill to the house, but as undesirable as that sounded, it’s all that could be done. So I started up the hill, a few packages under my arms.

As I handed off the first round of items, the most unexpected thing happened. The father of the crew that lived there began bundling up with heavy clothes and boots. My eyes widened. My heart beat faster. My shoulders loosened. He was coming back with me so we could slay this giant together!

We split the items between us and started back up the hill. We both were carrying almost more than we could manage by ourselves. And then another heroic moment happened: his son met us on the way and after giving him some packages, the three of us marched up the hill, up the driveway, up the slippery steps, and to the front door.

As it turns out, it was people that overtook Goliath this cold, snowy night. What does the Bible say? A cord of 3 strands is not easily broken. I’m so thankful for those guys that night. Their act of kindness won’t be in newspapers, it won’t pop up on anyone’s Facebook feed (except maybe for mine!), they won’t be ABC’s persons of the week. But for a stressed out delivery driver, this father certainly made an impression and lived out the Golden Rule. Plus he modeled for his son (and his daughter and wife who were watching from the window) one way to be a good man.

He reminded me a lot of my dad.

And that, my friends, is how Goliath fell that night.

-Out of the Wilderness

10 signs your church is trendy

Thought I’d post a lighthearted list of signs your church might fall on the side of super trendy, hipstery, and/or cool. Have a laugh, and feel free to add your additions in the comments below – Out of the Wilderness

10 Signs Your Church is Trendy

  • Forget hymns or anything by Hillsong. The worship team is teaching you songs by OneRepublic, Taylor Swift, or Coldplay.

 

  • The pastor calls passing the offering plate, “the original crowd-funding.”

 

  • People there are all pretty much the same age as you… that is, if you’re 25-35 yrs old.

 

  • You overhear someone call a hymnal, “vintage.”
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  • Ignite. Encounter. Resurrection. The word ‘church’ isn’t actually in the name of the church.

 

  • The Gathering. Oasis. Red Door. Glide. The church sounds like an apartment complex or night club.

 

  • Before church, you stop by a coffeeshop… and it’s in the church.
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  • At any particular point, you count 47 guitarists on stage.

 

  • You haven’t brought a Bible in years.

 

  • You leave a church service feeling great about yourself.

Thanks for checking out the list! If you have any to add, feel free to comment below 🙂

Driving by the Golden Rule

In church today we discussed the meaning of the parable Jesus uses in Mark 4, which says in part, “By the measure you use, it will be measured and added to you.” To translate, it’s the Golden Rule, “Treat others the way you want to be treated.”

I didn’t feel convicted until I thought about my experience on the road. Not necessarily how I drive, but my attitude while I’m driving. I’m very decisive (totally opposite of how I am normally, which is quirky), and in turn I expect every other driver to be decisive, too.

With that in mind, here’s the catch: I don’t extend much grace or forgiveness to any other drivers, but I expect it in full from them.

Basically I act like I’m right you’re wrong, and if you can’t make a decision just get out of the way. I also get angry, anxious, impatient, perturbed, fed up when motorists think laws don’t apply to them. I’m very legalistic when it comes to obeying the rules of the road. Check out Steve McQueen here…

In the moments following this Hell’s Angel’s disregard for the law, nothing I thought about was very Golden Rulish.

So now I have something to work on while I’m in the car. Extending grace. Forgiving these inferior drivers. Not honking so much. Hitting the brakes to let someone make up for their idiotic decision.

I know there’s a place for administering justice and correction, so I guess I can be praying for discretion and discernment on which battles to fight, and which to let go.

-Out of the Wilderness