Tsotsi

I saw a heart-breaking film this evening: Tsotsi. Ultimately, it is a story of rebirth, but it is a heart-wrenching journey. I'm still processing the story, and will likely take some time to properly consider all that it offered, scene by scene. It's the kind of film that breaks my motherheart, makes me want to open my arms to every unwanted and neglected child on the planet. In addition to opening viewers' eyes to the shockingly inequitable distribution of wealth across our world, the story of Tsotsi dramatically illustrates the horrors wrought from the inequitable distribution of love. If it were just that, I'd be even more devastated than I am, though-- thankfully, it is also a story of grace. It's a thin, aching grace, and it is as painful as it is redemptive. Truthfully, I feel wrung out. But there is beauty in the story of one who comes late to love, who discovers his own heart in the unexpected call to nurture another. It's heart-breaking, but beautiful.