Wrenched my guts.
I have been putting off reading this book or seeing this movie for awhile, even though I have only heard good things, and it is extremely popular. I don't enjoy following the pack. But you know...sometimes, there is a good reason why everybody likes something. This movie proves that point very well.
Alex ordered the movie on Netflix...I think he has a rule of thumb that goes something like this, "Well, if there are cute kids who don't speak English involved in the story, I should probably get it for her." I guess he pays attention. Anyway, when he popped it in tonight, I think he was settling down for a nap on the couch; he isn't a big subtitle fan. Halfway through the movie, he makes a groaning noise, turns away from the screen, clutches his chest and says "My heart hurts."
There is something about a great story that resonates with our hearts. The storyteller is able to make us feel their pain, their joy, their triumph...what a great gift, to be a storyteller.
Jesus told stories...
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