Thinking of

Last night G. and I watched the movie, The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas. It has stuck with me, all night and into today. I woke up at night thinking about it. I am sure I will be thinking about it the rest of the week. It is a movie I think every adult should see and share with their children at some point.
It is a movie about a family, a Nazi family, during the Holocaust. The father is high up in command; the mother is concerned about her position in society; the children are, in the beginning, quite innocent. The twists and turns it takes are not expected.
I kept trying to justify different scenes in my dreams. I tried to explain away certain behaviors. I looked inside myself at my own prejudices I hold. I might say I don't have them, but I do. I kept thinking, it's not Bruno's fault - he shouldn't have been in there. (If or when you see the movie, you will understand that better.) But then I had to remind myself, none of the Jews were at fault. All of the Jews were innocent of death charges.
Today I began reading a book about a woman who survived the fall of the Twin Towers on 9/11. I am only halfway through, but it has been so thought provoking also. I don't know where all of this will lead, but I suppose this might be a week of contemplation, prayer and - yes - thanksgiving. I was challenged by a Bible reading also to not be lukewarm in my faith. Perhaps this will all tie together and become clearer as the week goes on. Perhaps these are just stepping stones in the path of life.