The other night, I watched a movie called 'All mine to give' which I had watched at least a couple times when I was still in school. I remember I cried buckets of tears. Especially when I watched it the second time,
The tears couldn't wait to burst from the very beginning of the story. It was about a family of parents and six children in the settlers' days. The oldest one was about 12, the youngest about 2 or 3. The parents was deceased one after another. After the father died, the oldest one took on the role of 'the man of the house' working hard as a hired hand. Before the mother passed away, she asked him to send the younger siblings to the best families he knew to be adopted. There was a rich old lady in town, who demanded her right to take the youngest girl. But the 3 older boys stood together to prevent it from happening. There was a nice old couple, the husband being the doctor in town, wanted to adopted one of the youngest children. But the oldest boy turned them down kindly and gave them the family cow instead to pay for the doctor's fee. His reason being they did not have a young family to keep their younger sister company. He ended up taking a long trek in the snow to give his sister to a family which had children. Couple of the older children had to find their own ways to the families whom they wanted to be adopted. The second oldest boy wanted to stick around with his older brother, who, for the sake of his younger brother's well being, kicked him out of the house, in order to force him to find better shelter.
To my own surprise, this time when I watched it, there were not nearly as much tears as I had many years ago. I asked myself the question - 'why'? The answer was quite simple, I was much closer to their age and situation when growing up missing my parents. I could sympathize and empathize with them a lot easier. After many years away from hardship, I think my heart has grown harder and more insensitive to the same situation.
That leads me to the thinking why we need a suffering Savior, one who can sympathize and empathize with us as we go through the trials, heartache and pain in a fallen world. It is because he drank from the same cup as we do. Not because he has to, rather, he volunteers to, because he loves us and lay down his right for us, so that we can choose to love or reject him. It is not a love that is forced upon us, but a love which woos us.
The tears couldn't wait to burst from the very beginning of the story. It was about a family of parents and six children in the settlers' days. The oldest one was about 12, the youngest about 2 or 3. The parents was deceased one after another. After the father died, the oldest one took on the role of 'the man of the house' working hard as a hired hand. Before the mother passed away, she asked him to send the younger siblings to the best families he knew to be adopted. There was a rich old lady in town, who demanded her right to take the youngest girl. But the 3 older boys stood together to prevent it from happening. There was a nice old couple, the husband being the doctor in town, wanted to adopted one of the youngest children. But the oldest boy turned them down kindly and gave them the family cow instead to pay for the doctor's fee. His reason being they did not have a young family to keep their younger sister company. He ended up taking a long trek in the snow to give his sister to a family which had children. Couple of the older children had to find their own ways to the families whom they wanted to be adopted. The second oldest boy wanted to stick around with his older brother, who, for the sake of his younger brother's well being, kicked him out of the house, in order to force him to find better shelter.
To my own surprise, this time when I watched it, there were not nearly as much tears as I had many years ago. I asked myself the question - 'why'? The answer was quite simple, I was much closer to their age and situation when growing up missing my parents. I could sympathize and empathize with them a lot easier. After many years away from hardship, I think my heart has grown harder and more insensitive to the same situation.
That leads me to the thinking why we need a suffering Savior, one who can sympathize and empathize with us as we go through the trials, heartache and pain in a fallen world. It is because he drank from the same cup as we do. Not because he has to, rather, he volunteers to, because he loves us and lay down his right for us, so that we can choose to love or reject him. It is not a love that is forced upon us, but a love which woos us.
posted by Echo at 5:05 AM
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