I recently saw The Tree of Life written and directed by Terrance Malick.
It’s more impressionist painting than film, but I was completely taken with it. As I walked out of the theater, the usher could tell I was stunned. He told me people walk out of that movie either saying “it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen” or “I couldn’t stand it” and they leave early. I was in the first category.
More than anything, the opening line captures the heartbeat of the film:
“The nuns taught us there were two ways through life – the way of nature and the way of Grace. You have to choose which one you’ll follow. Grace doesn’t try to please itself. Accepts being slighted, forgotten, disliked. Accepts insults and injuries. Nature only wants to please itself. Get others to please it too. Likes to lord it over them. To have its own way. It finds reasons to be unhappy when all the world is shining around it. And love is smiling through all things.”
The meaning of Grace is difficult to explain and often misunderstood. This maybe the best articulation to describe the indescribable.