Cami and I sit on my parents’ couch together, watching the end of a Christian-produced movie about adoption and China.
She hasn’t watched the whole movie with me. She’s been busy watching Balto and playing in my parents’ living room. She’s been chewing bubble gum and practicing blowing bubbles. She’s succeeding. She walks around the house with these little nickel-sized bubbles sticking out between her lips.
She wanders in and asks, “Whatcha watchin’?”
I tell her it’s a Jesus movie, and it’s almost over.
She joins me on the couch as the story arc reveals the very predictable yet miraculous way everything works out.
She asks, “Why is this a Jesus movie?”
I don’t know what to say. I say something like, “People make movies about how God works good things in their lives.” I really just want to finish watching the movie instead of answering her questions.
We watch the last five minutes of the story. Everything works out better than any man could have planned, and they all sing a song in church together. The movie is a little cheesy, but not as bad as some Christian films I’ve attempted to watch. After all, in real life, everything seldom works out so neatly.
Here’s the point: The movie credits start rolling, and the people are still singing, and through her chewing gum, Cami says, “God is awesome.”
Out of the blue. Just like that.
“God is awesome.”
Then she blows another gum-bubble, gets up off the couch, and returns to her “playroom” in the living room.
I sit there, marveling at how she gets it and I almost missed it. Faith isn’t like real life. Trust doesn’t always smooth the story arc into a nice, neat, meaningful package.
Yet, the theme of the story never changes:
God is awesome.
That’s all. That’s enough.
Trying to see through Cami-eyes,