I grew up as a book reader. My mother was constantly reading. One of my favorite photos of myself is at the age of 2 years, sitting on a stack of encyclopedias reading!
I love movies too – but the book is always better than the Hollywood production of the same story.
So this Easter season we’re bombarded by a slew of faith-based movies in the theater. There’s the Resurrection story with a Muslim perspective and another with new music from a “diverse” cast. One movie shallowly explains that God (“higher power” or “God as you understand him”) still isn’t dead; another story about a child going to Heaven after an accident. And don’t forget the 2-hour revelation of a Jesus who didn’t know who he was or why he had been born. Like nearly all the others in recent years, these are clouded by conjecture and filled with feel-good fantasy while being largely absent of Biblical truth.
I’m passing on man’s suppositions and Hollywood’s shallow attempts to entertain. Personally, I’d rather read The Book!
How sweet are Your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth! Through Your precepts I get understanding; therefore I hate every false way. Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path (psalm 119:103-105).