This movie positions itself to be a feel-good comedy about a ne'er do well who is given an option to have his debts cleared if he moves to a small town in Nova Scotia. Unbeknownst to him, he is a decedent of healers, and if he chooses he can carry on the family tradition. The film abuses musical queues, the plot is meandering, and every supporting character is extremely intrusive and aggressive (in attempts to sound the film's message until it is deafening). Essentially, this film posits a scenario in which a man, who believes he has no living family, learns that he has an uncle he's never heard of, a magic power, and is duty-bound to heal hoards of strangers. He is not prepped for this news. In fact, very little is ever explained to him or the audience about how any of it works. People just show up unannounced in his house his second day in town and make themselves comfortable. And from then on the expectation is that he will just do it.
It seems like everyone has something to say and that means that the film's protagonist mostly says, "but, I don't want it" over and again. The town bullies this man into finding his faith and come off more as self-serving fanatics. He is lied to, tricked, shamed, guilted, pressured, but no one attempts to find out what he needs or how he sees the world.
A precocious child is introduced well into the film and she's too abrasive to believably inspire the heartfelt and literal "come to Jesus" moment of the main character. The enigmatic uncle appears but truly adds nothing. The love story, which begins with his love interest saying that she's a lesbian (one of many unnecessary lies) never really develops aside from a couple of montages.
There is a litany of really good feel-good movies about faith. I recommend The Preacher's Wife.