Big Fish, the movie
David and I went to see Big Fish with our friends, the Millers, last night. From the trailer (preview, for those less technical) I didn’t understand what the movie would be like. I had a hard time getting the narration and pictures to line up, so I was curious to see it. That movie … Big Fish … made me laugh and cry and cry and cry some more; I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I got to thinking, though, after the tears dried up. God left us stories, too. Those of us who’ve heard them a thousand times sometimes harden our hearts to them, just like the son in that movie did with the stories his father told over and over. I’ve missed out on so much of God’s love by not listening to His stories which He collected for us in His holy Bible just because I’ve already heard them before. It’s full of “big fish” stories and unbelieveable tales. I have a new desire to discover all of God’s “big fish” stories and tell them to everyone I come across.
Church this morning hinted at the same thing. In his sermon this morning, pastor Tim Hawks touches on the amazement we could/should have with Jesus Christ.
The movie was an inspiration. See it… and if you’re affected by emotional scenes, take some tissues. The sermon was inspired. Listen… and if you want to know the stories of God, find a Bible and start reading.