I grew up walking to the theatre every Saturday or Sunday. I’d meet friends or go alone because I could do that safely in those years.
I don’t go to the movies as much any more. I know they’ll be available in another media in a few months, can avoid the crowds, and paying $15 a ticket, and $7 for popcorn.
But Monday, three friends and I took ourselves off to lunch and then a movie – I Can Only Imagine.
I had no expectations except knowing it was based on a true story and Dennis Quaid had a supporting role. I didn’t recognize J. Michael Finley, Bart Millard, or the musical group, Mercy Me.
For 110 minutes, I sat there absorbing the message and the music. Yes, it is a story of faith, but it is not preachy or focusing on a certain religion. It does address the gritty issue of domestic abuse and uncontrollable anger in a very real way. And, woven through the story is music that you feel in your soul.
I can’t remember the last time I felt strong enough to put a movie out to everyone, but I’m going to do it this time. Christian or non-Christian, this is a story of people conquering their inner most fears to forgive those who have harmed them physically and mentally and becoming better human beings.
The theatre was packed, the movie ended, and not a soul moved. The credits rolled including an update on the real life characters while the beautiful title song played. Still, no one moved. Then the applause broke out and rippled throughout the theatre.
It was an experience I won’t likely forget. If you choose to see I Can Only Imagine, please let me know what you think about it.
Have a wonderful Wednesday.
If you’re in the path of that Nor’easter, may it be the very last one and stay safe. If you have an opportunity today to speak directly with Mother Nature, do us all a favor, ask her to kick winter to the curb. 🙂