Thankful Our Father Is Not The Well Digger

I recently watched The Well Digger’s Daughter on Netflix. It’s a subtitled French film about a widowed well digger raising his six daughters in the Provence countryside at the start of World War I. The film got 90% on Rotten Tomatoes, so I expected it to be pretty good.

The movie is beautiful and all french-like (if you’re into that sort of thing).

The plot of the film has the well digger’s oldest daughter Patricia returning home from Paris to help raise her sisters. Her father hopes to marry her off to his loyal well-digging assistant…

But when she’s impregnated by a wealthy young pilot who promptly abandons her for the the war, her father must decide what to do with her.

The well digger angrily turns his back on her and sends her away—because her transgression is an embarrassment to his honor. She is crushed and must leave her home to have the child and raise him without the support of her family and father.

This movie made me think about the nature of our heavenly Father.

He does not send us away because of our transgressions. Instead, he pulls us close. His honor is not diminished because we falter and fail. His honor is based on his nature alone, not our behavior.

He is our loving Father—who knows we fail ourselves and him—and has provided for us through the once-and-for-all sacrifice of Jesus on the cross.

I’m thankful our heavenly Father is not the well digger.

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