Matt and I went to see Winter’s Tale on Tuesday. It was confusing at times, not what I expected, and left me dazed, deep in thought. Matt and I both left unsure whether we liked it or not. In the end, Matt decided he did not like it, and I decided that I did. But this is not a movie review; this is a thought that has been bumping around corners of my brain like a robo-vacuum cleaner in a room full of furniture.
First, I need to share a little of the story line. A woman and man fall in love, she sick with consumption, and he a thief running from his boss. The boss is actually one of Lucifer’s demons, and the demon wants to destroy the thief. He thinks the best way to destroy the thief is to destroy the sick woman, and she is killed. However, the man dies as well and then comes back to life a hundred years later. As the story unfolds, you discover that it was not the sick woman who needed saving, but Abby, a young girl in the present who is dying of cancer.
The story ends by saying that no one is more special than another. We each need to be loved; we each need to be saved. And who ever really knows which life you are there to love and to save?
That was what sent my robocleaner spinning off into cobwebs and dust. I know each of us is special to God, but to not have some be more special than others seems impossible. Surely reading through the Bible you see who was more loved, more special. Abraham, Joseph, David, these are the men who were given a special place, a special promise. They were more special.
But, perhaps instead of more special, they were only more responsible. Because God loves ALL of his children, every single creature, he sends help to them. It is up to us to discover the ones who need our love and salvation.
Terah, the father of Abraham, was the one originally told to go to Canaan, but for some reason he stopped. Then Abraham picked up the agenda and headed into the unknown, loving God, loving his promise, and saving a race. Terah could have done it, but he didn’t.
So now I think about those who came before me, who have loved me, who have shown me salvation. Some knew they were there for that reason, and some, I imagine, had no clue what they offered. To all of them I am eternally grateful. But it doesn’t stop there; I also am given this responsibility- go forth loving and saving.
In the movie, we never find out what was so special about Abby that her life needed to be spared. Will she be the one who cures cancer, discovers new lands, writes a great book? Or will she “just” be a person who loves another, offering them salvation?
My robocleaner came to rest when I finally dusted off this space: Do not confuse responsiblility with “specialness.” Even if you don’t see a special agenda marked out just for you, you can be certain that you are loved, and you are offered salvation. It isn’t a gift to be held onto, though. Find someone to love, someone to save. It kills the demons, in the movie anyway.