I’m a Christian and a film critic, so I found myself nodding along the whole way through Ann Hornaday’s “Confessions of a Christian Film Critic” over at the Washington Post:
“May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.”
It may come as something of a surprise for Washington Post readers to learn that these are the words I silently invoke every time I sit down to write.
It would surely shock the gentleman who recently e-mailed to castigate me for the “evil” review I wrote of the film “Son of God,” the screen adaptation of the “Bible” TV miniseries. “You will have much to account for the day you meet God,” the e-mailer wrote. “It is now evident you cannot write a review without your personal biases surfacing. That is not professional.”