From late November all the way to Christmas day I always watch a Christmas movie every single night. Tonight I watched It’s A Wonderful Life, which I honestly don’t particularly care for, but it’s a Christmas movie… at least the third act is… sort of. Anyway, if you’ve somehow managed to not know the conclusion of It’s A Wonderful Life for the last six decades or so then don’t let me ruin it for you.
The payoff for two hours of watching this thing is the heartwarming Christmas miracle of all these small town folks pooling together to cough up enough dough and haul George Bailey out of sudden and cataclysmic financial debt. Dozens of folks, all somehow impacted by George’s stint on earth, rush to his aid without so much as a single detail other than “George needs money.” You know the kind of story.
At any rate, it occured to me as I watched this movie I don’t even like that we’ve been that guy a million times over. Showbread has been George Bailey and thousands of people all over the world have been the friends and families of Bedford Falls. This is, obviously, something we could have never taken for granted, but tonight I pictured us in this way: with people rushing into our home, throwing down dollar bills, cheering and singing “Hark The Herald Angel Sing.”
So many gracious and wonderful people have come to our aid a million times over the years. You’ve fed us, housed us, prayed for us, encouraged us and literally lined up to hand over your hard earned money when we were broken down, robbed, or simply saving up to make an album or free tour. To each and every one of you, from the bottom of my heart, I say thank you… and Merry Christmas!