On Saturday, Rebecca and I went to see the greatly anticipated Les Miserables. Although my girl was very familiar with the story (having recently been in the play herself), I was a bit anxious about what her eyes would see on the big screen. Thankfully, intuition prompted me to hide her eyes in the most impressionable parts giving her freedom from those haunting images that linger in your mind.
We both shed tears. Anne Hathaway was exceptional and who knew that Hugh Jackman could sing like that! Wow. I was especially enamored with Eponine and was glad they chose this chick for the part. She nailed it.
When we left we had some treasured conversation in the car about the depravity of man, redemption and forgiveness, and the evils of legalism. We also talked about the beauty of innocence and purity and the wisdom in protecting it at all costs. For this reason, our little outing was certainly profitable and a JOY.
However, I still prefer the mystery of the stage.