Still, her words send a chill.   Not all are lifted up.   Some come crashing down.   Beware you who cling to wealth and power.   You who go it alone, you who hoard, you who look the other way.  You will be found out .  Your certainties  breed confusion, ambition leaves you lonely, comforts do not fill your empty heart.

In the film, Simon Birch wonders: Was I born only to scamper through life on these midget feet, dodging ridicule?   Or does God have a part for me to play?  Can my smallness serve some purpose?

The desire for meaning runs deeper than stone.  We have learned to question.  We can barely see past our doubts.  Reflection easily ensnares us.  What can pry us free from our fears?  Trust  comes hard.  Do we trust that our little lives have a grand purpose?  Opening our hearts to God�s presence calls us back.   Can a life small as this share in God�s glory?   Can flesh this flinty feel new life kicking within?