Awhile back, I was casually reading a good friend’s blog and found out that she’d never seen the movie “It’s a Wonderful Life.”
“Positively obscene,” I told her. Everyone knows that you can’t go to heaven if you haven’t seen “It’s a Wonderful Life.” Slight exaggeration, maybe, but it still felt wrong to know anyone on earth who hadn’t seen it.
So even though it was past Christmas and we really have been making every effort to put all the green and red tubs back in the garage–we kept this one movie out and invited our sweet friend over to see it for the first time in her life. It was a lovely experience to watch someone–besides me–cry in all the right places. She was even a great sport with all our commentary, which can try the patience of even the most sturdy mountain woman. In the end, of course she loved it, so I’ve come to a conclusion of sorts.
Maybe this “Christmas movie” isn’t such an exclusively Christmas movie. In fact, it felt like the perfect show for this time of year when we are all trying in our own way to be little better than we were last year. What a great reminder to “bloom where we’re planted,” and make the most of what we’ve got–whatever it is. Because we just never know the difference we may make in the lives of someone else, just by being ourselves.