Today is Good Friday, the day Christians remember the death of Jesus on the cross and its meaning. Usually, on this day, I find a quiet place to read one of the gospel accounts of Jesus’ crucifixion, a place where I can focus, reflect, and pray. But, today I find myself in a very different place. I’m sitting in Barrington Coffee in South Boston. As I read the familiar story of Jesus’ crucifixion, I’m interrupted by the commotion behind me... Read more
Confessions of a Christian Film Critic
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... Read more