Why It Really Is A Wonderful Life

Almost every Christmas a favorite movie is “It’s A Wonderful Life”. The story is well known. George Bailey has to be convinced that an apparent desperate condition isn’t so desperate as he thought. Hope is alive, and from the storyline of the movie, it’s because George has made a difference in life just by his being in it. If not for him, many of his closest friends and family would have been much worse off, or even dead.

The thing about the movie is that by the end as George discovers how truly wonderful his life really is we discover how much like George we are. How much of life has choked out the joy and changed us into cynics. It takes a miracle to change George, and we yearn to have a miracle change us. We yearn because we believe. We want to believe in miracles. We want to believe we can change. The story turns out well, just as most all stories do. Justice is done, right endures, good prevails, and something deep inside us wants that for ourselves.

We hope all will turn out right. We hope because we refuse to believe evil triumphs in the end, but without cause we cannot believe. Into this world came cause to believe. Into this world came Truth, and the substance of our hope. Born into flesh, conceived by Spirit, He is the blessed hope of all who expect the story to turn out well.


About elmoshangnaster

The name's a dodge simply because 1) on the internet I can be whomever I choose, and 2) I'm just paranoid enough to keep scoundrels and government out of my business and don't care to sort 'em out from the decent folk. My blog, my opinions. Don't like 'em? Sure, kindly tell me about your far-fetched, idiotic beliefs...kindly. In the end we'll neither of us change the others mind, but I will take the time to read your arguments if they're thought out in a rational fashion and not full of hyperbole. I'm a Christian human being. It's not a flavor or color preference, it's who and what I am. Don't like it? The above considerations apply. I'm not about to waste anyone's time or mine shoving Christianity down their gullet if they demonstrate even the least resistance. When someone's ready to hear I'm only too glad to share. The Gravatar? It's Jenny Lake in the Tetons near Jackson, WY. If God had a house that's where it would be.

Posted on 12/25/2012, in Philosophic, Spirituality and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. defrostingwindows

    He is the Hope for all our hopes!

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