Water and Pain

Yesterday was a terrible day, pain-wise. I've not been in that much pain in a LONG time...it was the kind of pain where you call up your friends and request they come over and kill you. Unfortunately no one would do me such favors.

However, the night before was a good night--the night we watched Water. Great film--absolutely moving. I knew very little about it before viewing it, and I was captivated from the very first moment. Like a friend said, "It's one of those movies that you like, but don't enjoy." Great statement.

I especially liked the end, with the one widow standing there alone as the train, carrying Mahatma Gandhi, pulls away in the opposite direction. She stood for everything in the past: the ways of the past, the thoughts of the past, the brokenness of the past. Gandhi's train represented the forward momentum of the country and the hope for all things new and the faith for a better life. I loved it!

Tonight I think I will begin reading Gandhi's autobiography and pray for an evening filled with sleep and devoid of pain.