I was reading the blogs that were posted after class on
Tuesday, and I felt heartless. While sitting and watching the movie clips, I
was moved to desperation and desolation, but as I walked away, the light of the
sky and the warmth of the sun literally melted my sorrow away. To me, the films
shown in class, while sad in their own right, opened my eyes to the presence of
God’s awesomeness.
In Small Hands, I almost cried. As the puppets went about
their tragic ends, I felt lost and alone. I had to close my eyes once during
the film about the holocaust. I couldn’t read the subtitles, but it shut out
the meaning of the film.
I only wish ignoring
the Georgia Lee song was that easy. The questions it asked about God and His
love made me angry and sad. How many times do I ask those same questions? Yet, even after that, I was fine as soon as
the screen went dark. My thirst for answers was satisfied when I walked out of
the classroom.
There's nothing wrong with not dwelling on sorrow. As long as you remained open to it in the moment and don't actively scrub it from your memory. We all process differently.
ReplyDeleteJust as long as we process.