My mother has been talking about the movie Simon Birch for a while. Every so often when I’m visiting she suggests we watch it. Frankly, I usually scoff at the idea. I’m not sure why. I have just never had a desire to watch this movie.
But today there was something different happening when she suggested it. Yes, it’s Mother’s Day. But also, it was what she said. “You would like it. I’m telling you. It’s about having a purpose in life.” I stopped scoffing and relented. And what a wonderful story it turned out to be.
A wise-cracking, undersized little boy has unwavering faith that God is working through him. It was poignant, sweet and funny.
I guess mother does know best.