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