My first response -nausea. Then, I roll my eyes. Shake my fists at the nearest movie theatre.
A little melodramatic, I know.
But, the musical Les Miserables means a lot to me. It’s a great work, a masterpiece on suffering and redemption. No way do I want to watch it trivialized in theatres.
Yesterday, I watched the trailer.
Now, I’m ready to buy my ticket.
It was Anne Hathaway who changed my mind. She captured the heart of Victor Hugo’s magnificent story in one scene.
It is the moment when Hathaway’s character realizes that a dream is just a dream.
Now don’t get all huffy and tell me I’ve lost my
- vision for greater things.
- faith in God’s provision for my life.
I’m talking about the fantasy we tend to have about our futures. The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The happily ever-after ending. Riding off into the sunset. The God-is-in-control-and-everything-is-hunky-dory syndrome.
Usually such imaginings do not make room for
- serious medical conditions,
- the onset of mental illness,
- violent crime
- or devastating betrayal.
In the early 1800’s, Fontaine had a dream. But then, she got pregnant. Became an outcast. Was fired from her job. Ended up selling herself on the streets to pay for the upkeep of her child.
All alone, she sits in the rain and sings
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
Recognize that moment anyone?
It’s the moment when we face reality. The raw truth of living in a fallen world.
That’s when we find out who God really is.
Not the Sugar Daddy of some people’s dreams. A deity somehow manipulated by our tantrums and demands.
He’s the rock that braces our feet when we fell ourselves falling away. Unmovable. Unchangeable. All knowing. All powerful. Present everywhere.
God is not a fixer-upper kind of guy. He is the almighty redeemer. A builder of hope, of a future that goes beyond the grave.
When all our dreams are gone, we turn to Him. He is life.