Signs

First of all, I want to congratulate Maggie C. She's the winner of Trish Perry's book, Tea for Two. Thanks to everyone for playing!

Meanwhile ... over the weekend, in search of a brain break, I made a cup of caramel vanilla hazelnut iced coffee (YUMMMM) and turned on the television. I came across a movie I'd seen years ago in the theater when a friend told me the Christian symbolism in the film was really moving. Signs, starring Mel Gibson. Have you seen it?

At first blush, it looks like a scary alien movie by a visionary director named M. Night Shyamalan. He's the guy who also did The Sixth Sense with Bruce Willis, which I really liked too ... despite the subject matter.

Anyway, if you haven't seen it, and you have a high tolerance for that kind of thing (alien invasions, bumps in the night, and the like), I highly recommend Signs. Mel Gibson (before the Oksana debacle) plays a reverend who has lost his faith in a loving God. He discovers, through a pretty harrowing set of circumstances, that God is indeed in control of everything and that there are no coincidences. After all those years since the time I saw it at the movie theater, I still watched enrapt, and I cried at the end. Again.

Every now and then, in the middle of a Saturday afternoon of Otherwise Engaged, it's good to be reminded of what we already know, isn't it? He's bigger than our circumstances and our worst mistakes, and He still manages somehow to rock the unknowns in our lives.

I'm thinking Mel could probably use another reminder of that right about now.