Cinderella has recently resurfaced at our house. Not that she ever really left, mind you, with at least twenty variations floating around on the kids’ channels. It all started when Dory went with her ballet friends to see the Ballet Memphis presentation of Cinderella. She was so pumped about it that DaLee wanted her to see (probably again) her favorite version, the 1965 Rogers and Hammerstein. That led to a re-viewing of the latest live action version from last year. All of which flooded me with fond memories of how many times the girls watched the animated version, twirling around the house in flowing dresses. Being the token male in the house, I always got to be the Prince! The icing on the cake was the popular song where a Dad uses the Cinderella story to tell about his daughter growing up – which still causes a lump in my throat. It’s a beautiful story about good versus evil and purity of heart winning out.
Even with the “moral to the story,” good lessons, and true love winning out, Cinderella would never have made it to the ball without a little magic and a few singing mice. God is magical but He’s not magic. He is the real deal. When He washes our sins away, we are totally and completely clean. We don’t have to worry about a clock striking midnight and us converting right back. He forms us. He transforms us. He adopts us into His family forever and ever. And His love is the truest love that ever was and ever will be. He loves us so much that He gave His only Son to us, Who gave His life for us. Not magic but magical, above and beyond anything humanly possible. Dreams really do come true, through the love and power of Jesus!
love ya, Bret.
