Yellow Day (2015) - full transcript

In this life,

our eyes are clouded,

but if we sincerely ask,

God reveals truth.

Then both the dark and the light

serve His purpose to shape us

into who we are meant to be,

and so it was with a man

whose name was Baker.

This man, after

much toil and sweat,

became a king, and

he loved everyone

in his kingdom.

One, he loved most of all.

Her name was Grace,

and she would be his queen.

He would give her anything,

but she had no wish

for the earthly, so

she went to prayer,

and in that prayer, light.

She received a vision of a

land that would bring happiness

to many, so the king

set aside a large part

of his kingdom, and they

had great plans to build,

but then, tragedy.

Men, acting in jealousy,

set the land ablaze,

not knowing the king

and queen were there

on a midnight stroll.

The king barely survived.

The queen did not.

And the king went into a deep

and seemingly

impenetrable sadness.

With all of his

wealth and power,

he could not protect

who he loved most.

In the darkest

night of his soul,

he managed with

all of his strength

only the weakest of prayers,

but in that prayer,

light.

Though a man of faith,

the king had not been

a man of visions.

Not until now, when

his queen appeared

as a child of heaven,

and she showed him

all this land could be.

Here, miracles would occur.

God would reveal the realm

beyond the natural senses,

and the true nature of the soul.

The great king knew

what he had to do.

On the land where bad men

took what he loved most,

he would build the great

queen's vision of heaven,

and there, lives

would be changed.

Hope would be restored.

To the king, there was more.

He proclaimed that in this land,

God would send

visions and miracles.

Even the king's closest friends

questioned whether he

was mad with grief,

but the miracles,

they proved them all wrong,

but none were proved more

wrong than on the Yellow Day.

To many, the Yellow Day

was simply a celebration

of all the good

work at Camp Grace,

but on the Yellow Day,

to the souls who accept,

the king's promise came true,

and these souls, in bearing

witness to the light

and to the dark,

would leave inspired,

and in turn, inspire others,

and this is the

story of such a soul,

who above all

desired to be good,

who because of his heart,

became in the eyes

of God, a knight.

He did not know of the

mysteries of the Yellow Day.

He only knew that she,

who he loved and lost,

went there very year,

and so this good man

set out to find her,

unaware of the light

to which he would bear witness,

unaware of the

impending darkness.

♪ The world is bound to be

♪ A disappointing scene

♪ And needy are gritty

♪ Everybody's only

passing through

♪ Except for me and you

♪ We know to take it

slow and you are mine

♪ I know, as long

as you are mine

♪ I'll be fine, I'll be fine

♪ I'll be waking up

to what it's all about

♪ How I can life without

♪ That I can love you only

♪ So take away the

things I've held on to

♪ And leave me only you

♪ And you will hear me say

♪ And you are mine

♪ I know, as long

as you are mine

♪ I'll be fine, I'll

be fine, I'll be fine

♪ Where will we stand

♪ The stand of pride

♪ And when we laugh,

we laugh out loud

♪ Loud

On arriving

at the Yellow Day,

he felt an inexplicable peace,

but he did not see her,

which brought him

great disappointment.

His kind and somewhat

misfit friend took notice.

No one's here?

- No, not yet.

Hey, I really appreciate

you coming, man.

- Dude, you got my back,

what, three, four times?

23, 24?

I do really appreciate you after

that whole noodle incident.

- Yeah, of course, man.

Whoa, whoa, noodles?

- Let's just say I'm

happy to be out of Dallas,

and Texas.

You want to go to

Mexico after this?

- No, no Mexico.

- Canada?

- Hey, focus.

Mobile.

- Right. Okay.

- Hey, there's the

registration table.

- Don't we have to

sign under a fake name?

- You of all people have a

problem with a fake name?

- I wouldn't have a

problem if you didn't name

me Benjamin.

- I could have named

you, I don't know,

Sven.

I'm sorry, I had to act fast.

- Next time, think faster.

- But there's not

gonna be a next time,

'cause we're gonna find her.

- Right, let's do this.

Let's find her.

- Behave.

But as

his friend walked off,

the Good Man stayed,

due to mysterious intuition,

for now the natural

world was giving way,

and the visions from

the soul taking hold.

Now, his journey on the

Yellow Day was beginning.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Which one are you?

- I don't know what you mean?

- Are you the Good

Man or the Bad Man?

- I'd like to think good.

- I think so too.

So, have you been to

Camp Grace before.

- It's my first time.

- But, you're here

for something more.

- Yes, I am.

- Let me guess.

That something, someone.

- Yes.

- Is it a camper?

- No.

- No, of course not,

but it may be a camper once.

- Yes.

- And then maybe a counselor?

- Yes.

I know she goes to

this camp every year,

so I thought maybe.

- You'll find her.

This is a great

place to find people.

I'm so happy you're

here, Mr. Good Man.

- You're doing that thing again.

- What?

- You know.

Zoning, all right.

We're on a mission.

Let's go.

- I don't see her anywhere.

- Of course you don't see her.

You're in zombie mode.

This isn't Walk of the Dead.

I'm tired of cleaning

up your messes.

- My messes?

- Okay, I was pushing it.

I was pushing it.

Got excited.

- Welcome guys.

- Hi.

Is that her?

Focus, is that her?

- No.

- It should be.

I'm gonna ask her.

- No, you will not.

If anybody knows that I'm

here, I'll never...

- I just love camp!

What is this, like my

fifth year of camp so far?

It's got to be my favorite.

And the kids, I

just love the kids.

You think she heard me?

- Hi.

- I think everyone heard you.

- Sign in.

- Sure, no problem.

- No, you know what?

I will sign in for

the both of us, Benjamin.

- Sure.

Just love nature.

- Your tee shirts.

- Thank you.

- Sure.

- Have a bright,

sunshiney Yellow Day!

- Thank you.

- You as well.

- Do not ruin this for me.

- Well, hello young men.

I don't believe I

know either of you.

Do I?

- My name is James,

and this is Benjamin.

- Yes.

- Are either of you from Mobile?

- Okay, everybody, could

you please take your seats?

Hey.

- Yeah, we gotta take a seat.

- Enjoy your meal.

See you guys.

Have fun here.

Look, you're

at the same table.

That's great.

- Welcome to the Yellow

Day at Camp Grace,

where lives are changed,

and souls are strengthened.

I'm GP, camp director,

and this is Taylor,

director of operations.

- Woo! Yeah!

Taylor!

- Okay, I see we got a friend

of Taylor's in the house.

- Right here.

Hey, what is Taylor Latin for?

I wonder.

- Not gonna happen.

- Okay, it's just, okay.

- Um, hi again.

I'm Taylor, and

just in case this is

your very first Yellow

Day, today is the day

we celebrate all the

great work we do here

at Camp Grace.

- Today, we'll learn

about the vision

founder Robert

Wilson Baker built.

We'll meet campers that have

overcome great challenges,

and experienced

incredible miracles.

All of this is possible,

because of the Baker Foundation,

now run by philanthropist

Sydney Smith,

which covers all

costs for the campers.

Now, we got a ton

to cover today.

Our reward ceremony, our

tours, but before we do,

we always want to

begin with a prayer.

Now, it is said that when

praying on the Yellow Day,

heavenly visions

beyond this world

come without warning,

so look out for them.

Pastor McCrummen,

could you please?

- Thank you.

Pray with me.

Lord Jesus, you've

brought us here

on this most majestic

and beautiful day.

It's our Yellow Day,

and Lord, we thank you.

So many of us come here,

we attend different churches.

- You space out a lot.

- Yeah, I've been getting

that a lot lately.

- You're missing

the whole prayer.

- I was praying.

- Yeah, but not with

Pastor McCrummen.

- You got me.

- What's wrong?

Is it your girly?

Don't see her in the crowd?

And you came all the way

out here to find her?

- Yes.

- Well, why don't

you just ask around.

Surely someone knows her.

- There's a problem with that.

- What?

- Well, I don't

know her full name,

so when I called the

camp to ask about her,

and then I called again.

No, I don't know her last name.

No, I don't know where

she lives, either.

She does have brown hair.

Hello?

Hello.

Anyway, after about five

calls, they finally put me

on their watch list.

- Goodness, Mr. Good Man.

- Turns out camps don't take

too kindly to random strangers

from out of state, asking

about their campers,

which is a great policy,

but for my good purposes,

I gotta stay undercover.

- I will help you find her.

You will? How?

Well, you see, I haven't

thought about it.

- I didn't think so.

- Wait, I got it.

- You do?

What?

- I'll go on the tour with you.

Then we can do some

detective work.

- Oo, well can we?

Yeah. Look.

See how much there

is to explore?

And that's only

part of Camp Grace.

It goes on forever.

You need a partner,

and I'm your girl.

Plus, you're undercover,

and I'm always undercover,

so it's perfect.

Then, I can tell you

all you need to know

about Yellow Day, and you

can tell me about your girly,

so we can find her.

- Okay, sounds good.

- All right.

There is one condition.

- Name it.

- Protect me.

- Protect you?

- Yes, that's why

you're here, right?

- I'm not following.

Yeah, no, hey, I'll protect you.

- Great.

Let's get started

finding your girly.

First, where'd you

fall in love with her?

- Well, love.

Who said anything about love?

- Where'd you fall

in love with her?

- Church.

- In church?

- Yep.

- Is that where you met, too?

- Not exactly.

Well,

then, how'd you meet her?

Well, it all

started with a yellow ball.

It had been given to

me by someone special,

and it just kept distracting,

even when I was

supposed to be driving.

- You hit her? With your car?

- I was just trying

to make an impression.

I

mean, was she okay?

- I am so sorry.

I didn't see you.

Are you all right?

She was

okay enough to leave

without saying anything.

And don't worry,

she got her revenge.

But the best part is next.

- Wait, we almost

missed the whole prayer,

and we can't miss that.

- Well, how did we

not already miss it?

- Come on.

You know time isn't

exactly the same

when you're with me.

Let's pray.

- We pray for your presence

as we go throughout our day.

We just thank you for what

you've done here at Camp Grace.

We ask these things

in your name.

Amen.

- Amen.

- Thank you, Pastor McCrummen.

- Woo! Haha.

- Dude, really?

- Hey, I'm just fooling around.

I'll probably never

even see her again.

- You were saying?

- Oo.

I'm embarrassed, but

I'm okay with that.

- First up this morning

is our Yellow Day tour.

Here, we're going to see

some of the great miracles

at the camp.

Now, on your table are your

schedules, and on the back,

is gonna be the counselor

that will lead your tour.

Look, Sydney,

on our table,

it has Taylor and

GP as our guides.

This is going to be great.

- We're gonna have so much fun.

- I know.

Hey, you know what?

Having Taylor as

our guide might not

be such a bad thing.

- Okay, where we going now?

- See those trees over there?

Yes.

We'll start there.

What's there?

The beginning

of the Yellow Day tour, silly.

What happened next?

And so he

follows her into the light,

to bear witness to those

who overcame darkness.

But the Good Man's

thoughts were elsewhere,

on his true love.

She was about to make

her official appearance.

So,

you were praying,

and didn't recognize each other?

Sometimes, God

has a way of hiding things,

and I guess this

was one of them.

I'd also later discovered

that the pillars

create a blind

spot in the church,

and in a 5,000 to one

chance, we were both hidden

from the view of the janitor.

Let me try. Let me try.

Hello. Hello.

- We're still in here. Hello.

Hello.

- Hello.

Hello! Come on.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You.

- You hit me with your car,

and made me spill my coffee.

- Coffee. Phone.

You know what? Never mind.

You have your phone?

- It's in the car.

How about yours.

Yeah, that's right.

It's in my coffee.

Wow.

You got locked in.

- Yeah, it was hilarious.

- Wait, we're at our first stop.

We are?

- Yeah, come on.

If your girly ever

went to Camp Grace,

she had to go on

the ropes course.

- The what?

- Look.

- Wow.

the

Good Man stared in awe

at what was before him.

Here was not simply a

course of wood and rope,

but a challenge to faith itself.

It was here the Good

Man would bear witness

to the first story of light,

the one who embodied faith,

the hero by the name of David.

Heroes, true heroes,

are often those who

confound earthly wisdom.

David was such a soul.

- So, our founder

built the ropes course

to teach the power

of faith over fear.

Currently, Taylor runs

this portion of the camp,

making sure the life-changing

events run smoothly.

Taylor and many of

the other counselors.

- Just let me talk to Taylor.

She might know

where your girl is.

- You're not thinking

about my girl.

You're just trying to holla.

- Dude, help me help you.

This is my time to shine.

I'm about to jump on this

thing without a harness.

- Wait, you're

afraid of heights.

Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Man, the things

you do for love.

- This is David, who with

the help of trusted friend,

Melissa, will go

up on the course.

David is a living

example of faith.

Don't go anywhere.

You won't want to miss it.

- So, what'd your girly tell

you about the ropes course?

- Nothing.

- What?

Are you sure she

came to this camp?

- Yeah, this is the one.

- I've got it.

There are certain

traits you have to have

to go on the ropes course.

She'd learn to be calm

in difficult situations.

When you got locked in, was

your girly cool under pressure.

- I can't believe this

is really happening.

- Why would I leave

my phone in the car?

- And nobody's gonna come back.

You know this is gonna happen.

- I need to get out of here.

- Unbelievable.

Hey, I'm sorry.

Look, it's gonna be okay.

- Just leave me alone.

- Hello, I am the Bad Man.

I make your day bad.

Crappy to meet you.

Sorry.

I take away all your dreams,

and make everyone say

mean things to you.

Haha. Hahaha.

One day I really screwed

up two people's days,

and I got them

locked in a church,

and I thought I had them

as sad as they could ever,

ever be.

I won. Hahahaha.

Hello, I am the Good Man.

I make everyone's day

the best day ever.

Forgive the inconsistent accent.

See, the bad man is always

trying to ruin everyone's day,

but what he doesn't

realize is when he tries

to ruin their day, I tell

them all it's really how

they look at it, you know?

I might seem like it's

the worst thing ever,

when in reality,

it's the best thing

that ever happened to them?

No?

- Where did you get this thing?

- My granddaddy.

- Did he draw the

faces on it, too?

- He did.

- He's a terrible artist.

- He is terrible.

And his monster voice

is even worse than mine.

- That's impossible.

- I am pretty bad, but

got your attention, right?

So,

we are stuck.

- That's what it looks like.

- So, what's your name?

- Now, why would

I tell you that?

- Because it's just a name.

I mean, I tell people

mine all the time.

- Well, I don't.

Especially a guy with

a weird yellow ball.

Nothing personal, I

just don't know you,

and I don't usually hang

out with guys alone.

- Okay, okay, yeah,

this is really strange

and new to me too.

- Well, I don't know that.

I mean, you could be the type.

- Yeah, so could you.

I just asked your name.

- Well, I'm not telling you.

- Well, I'm not telling

you mine either.

- I don't care.

- Fine, hey, well, let's just

sit in silence all night,

and stare at each other.

That sounds like a lot of fun.

- Please, don't stare at me.

- Whatever.

Okay, what can we

talk about, then?

- Something impersonal.

- Impersonal, all

right, like occupation.

- You're a CPA.

- Yes.

How did you know that?

You scream CPA.

- I do?

- Yeah.

You're stiff.

- Okay.

Well, at least, I'm not so.

- What?

- Artsy.

- That's supposed

to hurt my feelings?

- I got it.

- Got what?

- A great clue.

She's tough.

Nothing hurts her feelings.

She probably got that

from the ropes course.

Look, Mr. Good Man.

The little

girl had great cause

for excitement, for now, David,

the story of faith, was

making his appearance.

Hardships in life had

made David strong,

and his faith and

gratitude inspired all.

He knew that by showing

others how to go up

on the ropes course, that

they need not be afraid of it,

and then God revealed the light.

The essence of David's soul

burst forth in splendor,

standing atop all the

challenges he had conquered.

Countless artists had tried

to capture what was before

the Good Man, but all

failed to this David,

sculpted by the

very hand of God.

This first story in the light

had deeply inspired

the Good Man,

and it came to him.

His lost love had

spoken about a David.

Here was a clue,

but the little girl

was still thinking about

David and his trusted friends,

especially counselor Melissa,

who was always there to

meet David and the others

at the bottom of the

course, so the little girl

spoke up first.

- Okay, so Melissa and

David trusted each other,

so that's a great clue.

The ropes course requires trust.

Did your girly trust you?

- Trust you?

I just met you.

- Look, I only

came here to pray.

- Judas prayed.

- Hey, I think you should

apologize for that one.

- Only speaking the truth.

- That I'm a Judas?

- Well, you're not a David.

- What does that mean?

- CPAs, famous

artist Michelangelo

said that the sculpture

was already in the marble.

It was just waiting

to be revealed.

When he sculpted David, he came

out with the perfect statue.

- So, you're an art historian.

- No.

Look, some people are fully

sculpted, some aren't.

You just have more in you.

- Thanks?

- It's a compliment.

- All right.

Okay, well, clarify

then, for me.

How does one become

a David, then?

Or fully sculpted?

- Well, it takes a lot

of work, lots of prayer,

and then sometimes,

you never know.

- What do you mean?

- After all that, someone

may seem to be a David,

but things aren't

as they appear.

- Well, give me a

chance, all right.

I will show you that I am

all that I appear to be.

I just, I mean, I'm a good guy.

- Well, I guess

I'm gonna have to,

at least, for a night, anyway.

- Are you gonna

tell me your name?

- I would have, but now

it's just too fun not to.

- All right, well you

gotta give me something.

Is your day tomorrow

as messed up as mine is

because of this?

Hey, hello. Come back.

It's okay.

- Do most girls fall for this?

- Yeah.

No, I'm lying.

First time I've

tried it, actually.

Why? Is it working?

- Maybe.

- I'll remember that.

Good job.

- See, she did trust

you, Mr. Good Man.

I know she went across the

course, I just know it.

- She must have.

- And she gave you a compliment.

You're gonna marry her.

You're going to marry her.

- Well, if I could find her.

- I'm never getting married.

You boys are stinky.

- You have a point.

- All the ones my mom goes

out with are stinky too.

The newest one is the

stinkiest of them all.

He likes to yell

and come in late.

He walks funny.

He's an ugly spider.

What was this fear

that plunged them into darkness?

In his heart, he

knew the answer,

which he dare not say.

Somewhere in the world,

the tour continued on,

and he could have

returned, but he did not.

David had shown him faith.

Now, he would witness hope.

Hope, the truth he already knew,

but only needed

reason to speak about.

And hope's messenger, who

would give him this reason,

was at last content

to reveal her name.

- I'm Monica.

- Hi, Monica.

It's nice to meet you.

That's a very pretty name.

Goody.

My favorite place in the whole

world, the creativity room,

where campers get to

show their artwork.

The second stop on our tour.

So, back to your girl.

What happened next?

- Well, she finally

started to trust.

All right, how about this?

If I can guess what

you do for a living,

will you tell me?

- Sure.

- All right, now we're

getting somewhere.

See, this is good.

You look like a teacher.

- No.

- All right.

Painter.

- No.

- Entomologist.

- What?

- Yeah, I don't even

know what that is.

You write music.

- How did you?

- All right, confession.

I sneaked a peak at

your notation book.

- Nosy.

- It's pretty impressive.

You just write that

stuff out of your head?

- It's a good escape.

- She plays music?

- She does.

- I play too.

- Well, aren't you a

little miss talented.

- Thanks.

I love music.

When I grow up, I

want to be a musician,

just like your girly.

- I bet you'll never guess

where she learned to play.

- I first started playing

music at Camp Grace.

- She learned at Camp Grace?

- She learned at Camp Grace.

- I'm learning here too.

I have the best

teacher, Ms. Whitman.

She thinks I'm gonna be famous.

Ms. Whitman?

- Yeah, so tell me more.

What'd your girly

think of Camp Grace?

- She had her own special

way of describing it.

- Okay, have you ever seen

a sunrise on the Mobile Bay?

- Granddaddy took me once.

Sunrise was incredible.

- Whenever I'm in Mobile,

I go down to the bay,

to watch the sunrises.

I hear music in them.

That's the feeling I have

at Camp Grace all the time.

- Wow, must be some place.

- At Camp Grace,

they have this place

called the creativity room.

That's where I learned to play,

on this big, beautiful piano.

You know, to some

people, it might just be

another small camp, but to me,

Camp Grace, the people there,

they protected me.

- From what?

- She sounded like

she was scared.

Can I draw you a picture?

- Yeah, a picture?

- You see, talking and playing

the piano at the same time

doesn't really work that

well, but I can draw.

- What about the tour?

- Will you stay with me for now?

I can tell you everything

about the creativity room

you'd learn on the tour.

- I'd stay even if you couldn't.

- Thank you.

Here at camp, they

always tell us

that we should draw

what we're scared of,

so that we can talk about it.

- Wait, why are you

scared of the cross?

- Sometimes, I think, if

they could hurt Jesus,

what could they do

to me and Mommy?

- You know, He

went to the cross,

so that you would never

have to be afraid.

- I'm not sure what you mean.

- If ever you're afraid,

remember, He died standing

for truth, and He honors anyone

who suffers for the same,

so if you suffer for him,

it's never forgotten,

so you don't have to be afraid.

- Are you ever

scared of the cross?

Us good men,

when we see something go bad,

we try to protect,

and if we can't,

we risk losing hope, and

the cross does become scary

to us, but His

cross never fails.

He rights all wrongs.

So, there's always hope.

- I see.

Mr. Good Man,

your girly seemed really scared.

- She knew a bad man, too.

- Who is the Bad Man to you?

- Hey.

Whatever it is, let it go.

All right, there's nothing

you can do about it right now.

And remember, things

are not as bad.

- No, no.

No voice, please.

- No voice.

- Okay.

- See, it happens to all of us.

I tell you what, if the

bad man comes around again,

I'll protect you.

Watch this.

- Hey, what are you drawing?

- You'll see.

See?

The cross is nothing

to be afraid of.

- You just drew our

next and final stop,

the Camp Grace cross.

- Really?

- Yeah, and thank you.

I'm not scared anymore.

This is for you.

- Awesome. Thank you.

So, no more bad man.

- No more bad man.

- To the cross?

- To the cross?

Hey, before you go

back to the tour,

the real tour, can you

tell me what happened next?

- Well, she told me

about the Yellow Day.

- Yes.

How'd it come up?

Your granddaddy

gave you this?

- He taught me about faith.

- the Good Man.

- The what?

- Your granddaddy

is the Good Man.

Can a place be the Good Man?

- I don't see why not.

- That's Camp Grace for me.

Camp Grace on the Yellow Day.

- The Yellow Day?

- Look at this.

Hope had

ushered in a whole new piece

for the Good Man.

But it was the third

and final story of light

that would show, even when

the darkest of night comes,

our savior's love is

there to guide us home.

The story of love comes

from the great visionary.

Her name is Krisanna.

- Everyone, just pile on in.

This is the Camp Grace cross.

It was built at the launch

of the first Yellow Day.

The Camp Grace cross

is the last place

that we'll discover God

on the Yellow Day tour,

but no worries, now

that you're all here,

you're officially Yellow Dayers.

Melissa, could you

explain the phrase.

- Yellow Dayers, she

told me about that.

All right.

Welcome to Yellow Day.

I bet y'all have tee

shirts and stuff too?

- Yeah, we do.

Mine's actually in the car.

They're kinda like

collectibles to me.

I know that's weird.

- No, not at all.

It's cool.

- No, you have to read the

history of the Yellow Day.

It's on the back.

Aloud, please.

- Okay.

This cross was built by

- By the great

philanthropist, RW Baker,

symbolizing the

meaning of Camp Grace.

Several years ago, a

favorite camper, Krisanna,

used the phrase

sunshiney Yellow Day,

in reference to Camp Grace.

- I know about her.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- That phrase is what

inspired Mr. Baker

to start our annual Yellow Day.

The story goes a

little bit like this.

- Krisanna, given her condition,

was not going to live

past 15 years of age,

and it scared her, until

one day, she had a dream,

where she saw heaven.

- In the heaven, God showed her,

it was an endless day at camp.

She saw Jesus there, and

He would talk to him,

and when she awoke, she was

never again afraid of dying.

She told everyone she

could about her dream,

and from it, Camp took on

a whole new personality.

It was transformed, and a

new phrase began to emerge.

It came from what she said,

that this eternal

day she dreamed about

became her bright,

sunshiney, Yellow Day.

- Hey, you all right, man.

- Yeah, man. Dust, it's crazy.

- When Mr. Baker

heard the story,

he too was touched

by the Holy Spirit.

He declared a day for

the camp, the Yellow Day.

It highlights the camp, but

also symbolizes the heaven

Jesus promises.

- Well, that's beautiful.

What's this?

- A lot of the kids

who attend Camp Grace

are really sick.

They don't live

long past attending.

- Bless them.

- There's a ceremony every

Yellow Day to celebrate them.

We call them eternal

Yellow Dayers.

Their names are on this list.

- Are you okay?

- You ever have a premonition?

- Yeah, I guess.

- Just a lot happened

this afternoon.

- You don't see your name

on that list, do you?

- Hey, I have something for you,

Mr. Good Man.

- What do you think of my sash?

- It is beautiful.

- Guess who gave it to me?

- Who?

- Everyone calls

him Mr. RW Baker,

but I know his real name.

- What is it?

- Mr. King David, silly.

- I just love this.

I bring it everywhere

with me now,

so I'm always in Yellow Day.

- You know, it looks familiar.

- Where'd you get that?

Come on.

You know time's not the

same when you're with me,

and I even have her Yellow

Day pin from last year.

- You mean, she

gave you her pin?

- Yeah.

- Wow, your girly must

really like you, then.

- You're now officially

a Yellow Dayer.

- What does that mean?

- It means you are

one chisel closer

to becoming a David.

- What's wrong?

- I don't know if I'll

ever get to show her.

- Show her what?

- That I've become a David.

- I'm sorry.

- Why?

- I don't think I've

been a very good partner.

I thought I could help you

find her, but I didn't.

- You did.

Just, in another way.

It's the lunch bell.

Maybe she's at lunch.

We should go see.

- Maybe.

The tour

ends, and with it,

he leaves the visions of light.

It would have been

the perfect moment,

when his lost love

should appear,

but she does not,

and the light goes,

thus beginning the second

part of his journey,

his witness to the dark.

- Right.

Dinner is served.

What?

Hey, do you want half, or not?

You know, there's a secret to

my peanut butter sandwiches.

I add banana slices with honey.

Pretty good?

- It's better than I

thought it would be.

- It took him two years

for my granddaddy to get me

to try it, but never went back.

- Tell me about your granddaddy.

- Well, I quit my job,

came back to spend time

with him before he died.

- Sounded like a special guy.

- He was.

- Could I get some

of that water?

- Yeah, of course.

- This peanut butter is sticking

to the roof of my mouth.

- You know, he never

really did anything

that the world might call big,

but by the quiet way

that he spent his life,

changed mine, and he was rare,

a man of principle.

- Are you a man of principle?

- I try.

- You try what?

- Nothing. Thanks.

Where is everyone?

- Dude, you really are in space.

They're in line, getting lunch.

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- Okay, so, I have an

idea how to get around

this whole, "I don't want

them to know who I am,

"and arrest me," thing.

- I am not listening.

- Dude, it's the perfect plan.

I'll get my girl, and

you'll find yours.

At least let me tell

you how the plan works.

You have a plan?

- Okay, so I haven't

worked out the details yet,

but, you know...

- I've been arrested,

and if memory serves,

it wasn't because I was guilty,

it was because you had a plan.

- Dude, that was a

total misunderstanding.

- You were driving

backwards on the freeway.

- I missed my exit.

I didn't see a no U-turn sign.

- Whit, I had to take

the bus for three months.

- Game on.

- No.

- I just love this camp.

- Really?

Just fills my soul.

- Does it?

- It does.

My gosh, does he really

think that's gonna work?

- It's actually

worked for him before.

- I was sure we'd

see her at lunch.

- Yeah, I thought so too.

I'm not sure why we haven't.

- Hey, you okay.

You look funny around the eyes.

- Don't pay attention to him.

- No, you better

pay attention to me.

You see your friend over there?

He's a nut, but he has ambition.

You should try to

be more like him.

Leave him alone, Sydney.

- I'm glad she thinks

my name is Benjamin.

She doesn't look upset.

- She's not.

- Benjamin, I am so excited.

You guys, people have

committed to help before,

but never like this.

We'd be honored if

you join us onstage

for the rest of Yellow Day.

- Haha.

- He gets to go onstage.

- Sydney.

- He?

I waited five years

to go onstage.

- Well, I think that's

wonderful, Benjamin,

and such a big honor.

You must have committed

a year of your life

to our Congo mission

or something.

- I did.

- It's gonna be so much fun.

- Come on.

- You did what?

- He really is something.

Now, what do you

do for work, dear?

- I'm a writer.

- What did I tell you?

See, I knew he was trouble.

I knew it from the beginning.

- You're a writer?

- I am.

- You never told me.

Like, books and stuff.

- Well, a book.

- Does she know?

- She had to drag it out of me.

How was my water?

- You don't seem

completely like a CPA.

- Okay, what is your

problem with CPAs?

- I don't have a

problem with CPAs.

- Well, I'm also

a writer.

- Wow.

- What?

I am.

- Okay.

- And how do I know

you're so good at music?

And where did you study?

- Julliard.

- You did not. Come on.

- Yes, I did.

- Julliard.

That's like one of the

best schools in the world.

Really? Okay.

Prove it to me.

- How?

- There's a piano behind me.

Play something.

- Just because I said I

could doesn't mean I will.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

- Well, what about you?

Mr. CPA.

- I said I'm a writer.

Whatever.

- Okay, look, I'm sorry.

What do you write about?

- What I write about.

- See, you could just be

saying this to impress me.

- I write about faith.

- So, you're into

the Christian genre?

- Not exactly.

- Do you have anything with you.

- No, I don't.

- It's in your bag, isn't it?

- Again, no. No.

- It is.

- It is not.

It is not.

Hey, come one. Don't.

You know, it's not

that interesting.

You don't need to.

Please, just don't

mess the pages up.

- Pages.

I knew it was in here.

- Okay, maybe it is.

You don't need to.

- Ha, I bet it's got

wizards somewhere in it.

Ha, am I right?

Another fantasy epic?

Another Lord of

the Rings ripoff?

Maybe some teenage

vampire love triangle?

Wow, this is long.

- Yep.

- Wow.

This is all in verse.

- Iambic pentameter,

to be precise.

- Like poetry?

- Well, if I am going

to write for the Lord.

- How long did this take you?

- Going on three years.

I guess, seven, if you

count all the study

and work toward it.

- What is it about?

- Well.

It considers a vast

amount of things,

but it's at heart,

something reminiscent

of TS Eliot's Four Quartets,

in longer form and narrative.

I considered various

other writers.

Dante, Lewis, Shakespeare.

Yes, Tolkien.

Although, there are no elves.

And the meta narrative comes

from my favorite moment

in literature, that of

the wandering knight

in Keats' La Belle

Dame sans Merci.

Have you ever heard of it?

- I don't think so.

- It's about a man

who is lulled to sleep

by the woman that he loves.

He never sees the woman

again, but he forever wanders

by a lake, just

hoping she'll appear.

- You're not a writer.

You're a poet.

- No self-respecting,

aspiring poet,

would ever call

themselves a poet.

I like to use the

word troubadour.

- I'm giving you

another compliment.

Don't kill it by revealing

more sides of your inner nerd.

- Fair enough.

- So when does

this get published?

- Who publishes things

like that these days?

- This is amazing.

- I write for Him.

- Maybe so, but

that doesn't mean

it should be locked up

in a box under your bed

where no one's

ever gonna see it.

He didn't give you this

desire for you to cover it up.

You need to share it.

- I suppose I've been too

nervous to show anybody.

- How brilliant you are?

This would get published.

So, I'll play for you.

- I can't believe that Benjamin

gets to take the stage.

- Okay, everyone.

Hope you had a great lunch.

We're now on to our

awards ceremony.

Each year, at each

of our ten camps,

one camper is selected,

who most exhibits the

Yellow Day spirit.

These are our camper

representatives,

and they're here today.

- It is from these

campers and counselors

that we will award our

two Yellow Day awards:

one for camper of the year,

and one for counselor

of the year.

I'd like to present

counselor of the year to:

Melissa Jones!

- I remember when I

was on that stage.

- You were on that stage?

What camp were you part of?

- I was part of the one

for girls that have moms

and dads that

aren't nice to them.

- And now, I'd like to bring

up a very special person

to Camp Grace, last year's

winner of Camper of the Year,

David Michael.

And this year's Camper

of the Year goes to:

Anna Bron!

- I won that award too!

- You won Camper of the Year?

- I did.

- Wow.

- Some of you don't

know that Anna

is an excellent piano player.

Anna, would you mind

playing a little something?

- I'll play too.

- You will?

- Okay, okay.

All right, show off.

Julliard seems realistic now.

- Good.

- No, no, no. Please.

Keep playing.

You read something I wrote I

never showed anyone before.

Please.

- Okay.

- Have you been playing since

you were four or something?

- No.

We couldn't afford a piano.

I've only played at Camp Grace.

Actually, I won Camper

of the Year once,

at the Yellow Day.

- You sound more proud of

that than you are of Julliard.

- I am.

- You're not even

being fair right now.

You're just messing around.

- So.

- So, play something

that you wrote.

I can only believe, knowing

you, it'd be as pretty

as the Yellow Day.

Please?

- This is Judith.

- That was amazing!

- Thanks, I practice a lot.

- Well, it shows.

I don't understand.

Hey, hey.

What's wrong?

- I don't want to go.

- Who's Judith?

- I played the song.

Isn't that enough?

- Well, yeah, I just.

I thought you could tell me.

- Look, it's no one.

Come on.

- No one.

It must be nice.

- What must be nice?

- To have a normal life.

- Nobody has a normal life.

- I'd like family

like your granddaddy.

Just one family member

would be enough.

One solid good man.

- When Granddaddy

was young, he was

the guy everyone wanted to be.

Just to be in his

family was something.

I'd go into his office,

and he'd greet me there,

and he would throw

me that yellow ball,

and tell me to always

look on the bright side,

and he really messed up.

He went to jail, and they

only let him come home

last year to pass away.

My grandfather had a

problem with alcohol.

The third time he was

arrested for a DUI,

he was taken away

in an ambulance.

My parents, who were

also in the car,

they didn't make it.

- But,

you made up with

your granddaddy.

- I did.

And he made his

peace with Jesus.

I could have hated him,

but I chose to see him for

the man that he became,

and maybe without that,

he never would have become

- the Good Man.

- Good man.

It's funny, I thought if

I brought that ball here,

left it, somebody might

find it, but I guess,

in a way, it led me here.

To you.

You asked me who the

good and the bad man is.

Honestly, I think

we're all both,

but we should always try

to move ahead, you know?

Towards

the Yellow Day.

- I'm Monica.

Judith is my mom.

- Wow, she's, she's.

She looks just like you.

- I found this picture

when I was about 17.

It was right after

we argued one night.

And I just fell in love.

When I look at this

picture, I see her soul.

I see her looking

back at me, and,

I see everything she

really wanted to be.

This is me.

At Camp Grace.

- And now, we come to the

end of the Yellow Day,

and our final event, the

Eternal Yellow Day Ceremony.

Every year, some of our

campers pass on to heaven,

to the eternal Yellow Day.

We all know the overwhelming

sadness that comes

with their passing, but

as our founder said,

even when the darkness

of this world is upon us,

be not afraid, for

the light is eternal,

and will prevail.

Taylor.

- Von Adner.

Jennifer Cook.

Carl Greg.

Shannon Hester.

- And finally, we had

a major participant

in the Yellow Day in Camp

Grace pass on unexpectedly

this year.

Monica Whitman was one

of the best camp helpers

we ever had here.

Through her heart, her life,

her music, she inspired us all.

We'll miss you, Monica.

- Don't leave, please.

I can protect you.

Monica!

Will

you remember it?

That's right.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

- Of what?

- Of the reason I came

to church tonight.

- Yeah?

- After the Yellow

Day, my mom called me,

yelling at me.

She does that when she's scared.

Normally, I don't

care, but after that,

her boyfriend called

me, and yelled at me,

and then he called again,

and then he texted.

He hits her.

He threatened.

What he's capable of.

I'm afraid.

- Well, we'll have to

do something about it.

- How?

- As soon as we get out of here,

we'll call the police, we'll...

- You'll help?

- Of course.

I like you.

- Please, don't.

- No, I really do.

- I can't.

- But, okay, I'm sorry.

It's just,

you meet a girl in church,

you come here to pray,

and all of a sudden.

- Just stop.

- Okay, okay.

- Look, I'm sorry.

You think you know

me, but you don't.

This may seem fun, but if you

really knew me, you'd know.

- What, that you're messed up?

I mess up too.

- I'm really messed up.

- No, you're not.

Okay, maybe I don't

know you all that well,

and, yes, in a place like this,

things might seem ideal, but,

I know messed up, okay?

I've been there,

and as you know,

with God, there isn't anything

that can't be repaired.

- I know.

- Monica, I see you.

All right, you are

not where you're from.

You are you.

I'm John.

- Hi, John.

I can't believe I'm

meeting you now,

the night before I leave.

- You're leaving?

- Yeah.

- Why?

- Granddaddy's gone, I

accepted a job in Dallas.

- As a CPA.

- Yeah.

- I guess it's just as well.

I don't live here either.

- You don't?

- No.

I just came for the Yellow Day.

I promised I'd go every year.

- You know, it's really easy

to keep in touch these days.

- Or, we could go off the grid.

- That sounds fun. Where to?

- I don't know, someplace

with great sunrises,

and water.

- And music and statues.

- And good men.

- And Yellow Days.

I can't be a David without you.

My, John.

- No, I can't.

- You are a David.

What time is your

flight tomorrow?

9:30 in the morning.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

- You're gonna get no sleep.

- I don't care.

- You need some sleep.

- I don't know how I'm

supposed to sleep right now.

- Use this.

- No, you have that.

It's softer.

- I'll use this.

- Don't let anybody read it.

I'm serious.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- See you in the morning.

- I can't wait.

- What time is it?

How about 10:30?

- I missed my flight.

Did you see a girl in here?

Yeah, she just

left a few minutes ago.

- Why didn't you wake me up?

- You just looked so peaceful.

- Monica! Monica, wait!

And now,

the risk was that hope

would fade from him forever.

But as the

great king had long ago,

the Good Man managed

with all his strength

only the weakest of

prayers, and in that prayer.

- Hey.

- Hey.

I just found out

you knew Monica.

- Yeah.

The service today, it would

have met all her expectations.

Thank you.

She meant so much to this place.

- When Monica died, did she?

- Peacefully at the hospital.

- So it was sweet then?

She didn't suffer at all?

It wasn't violent?

No, nothing like that.

She passed to Jesus with

everyone she loved around her,

even her grandchildren

from Vermont.

- What?

- Her family around her.

- No.

You just said her grandchildren?

- I thought you said

she was our age.

- She was.

- No, she was in her 90s.

What?

- Okay, brunette, mid 20s,

went to Julliard for piano.

- You're talking about Crissy.

- No, Monica.

- Crissy's first name is Monica,

but only a few people

even knew that.

It was a very

personal name to her.

- Well, look at that.

She's not dead.

- That makes a lot of sense!

When I kept calling

the camp to ask

about a former

camper named Monica,

but I didn't know her last name,

- Yeah, and I know why

she would choose Monica,

because "Crissy?"

That's not really a cool name.

Right?

- Wait, you were the

one who was calling?

You're John?

- Hi.

- Hi, wow.

I'm surprised you

weren't arrested.

- He almost was,

thanks to my charm.

- So, she's alive.

- Yeah.

But, we haven't seen

her in almost a year,

and she and I were good friends.

- Really?

- Her mother was

killed a year ago,

by a man she'd been seeing,

and she hasn't talked to

us or anyone else, really,

since then.

Coming back to camp

was hard for her.

She just cut us all off.

Said something about

going off the grid.

This is actually the first

Yellow Day she's missed

in a really long time.

I was hoping I'd see her, but.

- Do you have any way

you can get ahold of her?

- I only have an

old phone number,

and she went off social

media, and email,

and everything.

- Wow.

I was so afraid

that she'd passed,

I've just been going

over it again and again

in my head all day.

- It's amazing what

nightmares we can create.

- Yeah.

- You know what?

Here's my card.

Shoot me an email with all

of your contact information,

and if I hear anything,

I'll call you.

- Thank you.

- Welcome.

- See that?

Told you I could work out

this whole jail time deal.

- Thank you.

- Hey, John, didn't you

say you wanted to go back

to the church for memory's sake?

- Yes.

- Well, I figured you could

use a little alone time,

you know what I mean?

I.

- I didn't get a chance

to walk around the camp

as much as I'd like.

- Well, I'd be happy

to show you, Benjamin.

- Fantastic.

Benjamin.

Don't you think you should

- Pick me up later, right?

- Sure.

My man.

It's like we complete

each other's thoughts.

It's crazy.

So now that I'm going

off to the Congo.

- Don't go to the Congo.

- Okay.

So now that I'm staying

here at Camp Grace,

I'd like to talk to you about

this whole Benjamin thing.

You're okay.

- Yes.

- I was confused.

John, you know I'm

just sent to guide you.

Simply a vision of how you

see Monica as a little girl.

Go find her, John.

A great

king in the darkest night

of his soul had once

opened himself to God,

and from it, grace

abounded, and now John

took his place as another

story on the Yellow Day.

Like the stories of

Krisanna, David, and Monica,

his story would inspire others

in their own hardships.

His quest at last was complete.

But still, he had not found her.

And so he found himself

back at the beginning,

seeking answers,

full of hope.

- Hi.

- Monica.

I went to the Yellow Day.

I waited for you, you didn't.

- I couldn't go.

But I did want to come here.

- I never stopped

looking for you.

Why did you leave

without saying anything?

- When I woke up that day,

you just looked so peaceful.

So I left you for what I

thought would just be a moment.

I had to go check my

phone, and I had a ton

of missed calls.

It was the police, about my mom.

I had to go right then.

I just didn't know

how to find you.

- I'm really sorry

about your mom.

You look great.

- So do you.

- I brought you a gift.

- It actually got published.

- I knew you could do it.

- Not without you.

I was even able to

quit my stiff CPA job.

I'm now officially a

writer, or a David.

- And my sash!

- And I have a Yellow Day

tee shirt in the car for you.

I didn't want to

spoil your collection.

- Could I just have a hug?

- Pray?

♪ Farther along the way

♪ Know all about it

♪ Farther along the way

♪ Understand why

♪ So cheer up my brothers

♪ Live in the sound and shine

♪ We'll understand this

♪ All by and by

♪ Tempted and tried

♪ I wonder why the Good Man dies

♪ Bad man thrives,

and Jesus Christ

♪ 'Cause He loves them both

♪ We're all castaways

in need of rope

♪ Hanging on by the

last threads of our hope

♪ In a house of

mirror full of smoke

♪ Confusion, illusions I've seen

♪ But where did I go wrong

♪ I sang along to every

chorus of the song

♪ That the devil wrote

like a piper at the gate

♪ Leading mice and

men down to their fate

♪ Some will courageously escape

♪ The seductive voice

with the heart of faith

♪ We're welcome

to learn back home

♪ There's so much more to

life than we've been told

♪ That's full of

beauty that will unfold

♪ And shine like you,

struck gold, my wayward son

♪ The dead weight

burden weighs a ton

♪ Go down to the

river and let it run

♪ Wash away all the

things you've done

♪ Forgiveness, all right

♪ Farther along the way

♪ No wall about it

♪ Farther along the way

♪ Understand why

♪ So cheer up my brothers

♪ Live in the

song, and shine

♪ We'll understand this

♪ All by and by

♪ Yeah

♪ Lalalala, lala

♪ But still I get heartbreaks

♪ Down every side

♪ Between the rock

and the compromise

♪ Like truth in the pack of lies

♪ Fighting for my soul

♪ I got no place left to go

♪ 'Cause I got change

by what I've been shown

♪ Smoked lower than

the world has known

♪ It keeps me rambling on

♪ And skipping like a cane

♪ From your stall

♪ I'm free to love

once and for all

♪ And even when I

fall, I get back up

♪ Through the joy

that overflows my cup

♪ Heaven fill me

with more than enough

♪ Broke down my

levies and my bluffs

♪ Let the flood wash me

♪ And one day when the sky

♪ Rolls back on us

♪ Some rejoice and

the others false

♪ 'Cause every knee must

bow and tongue confess

♪ The son of God,

he's forever blessed

♪ His is the kingdom,

and we're the guests

♪ So put your voice

up to the test

♪ Sing Lord come soon

♪ Farther along the way

♪ No wall about it

♪ Farther along the way

♪ Understand why

♪ So cheer up my brothers

♪ Live in the sun, and shine

♪ We'll understand this

♪ All by and by

♪ Lada