Jesus Camp
I watched Jesus Camp the other day. Found it to be both a little creepy and oddly nostolgic. Like someone took me and my childhood friends and made us all as serious and passionate about Christianity as our children’s ministers wanted us to believe that we were then threw in some speaking in tongues and political overtones. Nonetheless, I thought it was an accurate portrayal of an America hidden to much of the population. It was honest enough that I think that although leftists may find it shocking and appaling, rightists will probably find it comforting and confirming. I found myself rebounding between revulsion and awe. True believers always do that to me. Part of me longs for that kind of faith while another part of me demands that I remain skeptical. I remember even as a child in the pew I was offended by the kinds of life-altering demands adults make of the kids in this movie. I hope that you, my faithful reader, will take a couple hours to watch and consider it.
I am reminded of one of my favorite quotations by Andre Gide (the only one I know actually).
