Most of the time I really don’t miss much. I’m an avid reader, passionate writer, and movie lover but I’m also careful what I expose myself to. Years ago a guy told me the only difference in who you are now and who you are a year from now will be the books you read and the folk you hang with. I agree, which is why I make it a habit to monitor what I allow in my life, my mind, and my spirit. While many are watching 50 Shades of Gray the sequel, I choose differently.
Every once in a while something amazing will slip by me but God has His ways of leading me to discover them. When I find those wonderful surprises it is always a genuine pleasure. I had such an experience today. I heard of a film completely by accident, in a totally unrelated circumstance, and had been meaning to research it but hadn’t quite got around to it. To be honest, I’ve been a tad consumed lately with finishing a children’s book about a pair of wellington boots. MD (my dearest dahling man, MD for short), says that I’m the one with issues, since I’m the one talking to rubber boots. Wot eva.
The Book Thief. Such a short, innocuous, unassuming title that gives no hint whatsoever of the story to come. It truly is one of the most hauntingly beautiful films I’ve ever had the privilege to see. The title doesn’t really do it justice, yet somehow, it works.
Set in a time many claim didn’t even exist, when events were unfolding that would shift power and shape world history, it’s the tale of a young, remarkably resilient lass who finds her passion early on in life, thanks to the kindness of a complete stranger. Fear has a way of turning ordinary decent common folk into savages, but a few hold on to their humanity and this was one of the themes weaved throughout that touched me deeply. When most made the choice to give up secrets, there were a few who chose to keep them and save lives, at the risk of losing their own.
1st Corinthians 13, most know, says that love is patient, and love is kind. But what does that look like played out in real life? I believe this film does a good job showing us. I didn’t see the end coming, and I found it thought-proving. The words Aristotle said still ring in my ears: Memory is the scribe of the soul. It is indeed.
Kari, the memory scribe
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