This is not a movie about flying in the superhero sense, but you already know me. I am always going to find the superhero angle when a story gives me one, and The Boy Who Could Fly gives me plenty. Eric Gibb may not wear a costume, carry a secret identity or fight villains in the sky, but the idea of a lonely, misunderstood boy with an impossible gift still feels like superhero storytelling wrapped inside a tender coming-of-age drama. He is different. He is watched. He is mis

Many of us have done the same thing. We have blamed people who were present because we could not reach the people or circumstances that actually caused the wound. We have snapped at the family member who stayed because we were hurting over the one who left. We have accused the friend who tried because we were still grieving the person who failed us. We have punished the safe people because we did not know what to do with unsafe memories.

While we recognize the cultural impact of the Harry Potter stories, today we explore something even more real and sacred: The Favor of Presence—the divine gift of having people who don’t just show up for your celebrations, but who stay for your sorrow. In life, there are moments when the pain feels unbearable, the weight too heavy, the grief too deep. Yet in those seasons, God often sends a special kind of favor—not in the form of solutions, but in the form of people.