The mockery of The Passion of the Christ continues. Jesus dodges questions (and a few blows), Pontius Pilate guards the Narnian door to Rome, and women are inconvenienced by premonitions. Through the magic of subtitles, guest columnist ssj injects a half-pound of heresy into every scene.
When Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ splattered across movie screens in 2004, Christians ecstatically watched Jesus get his martyrdom on. Some Christians seemed to hail the torture porn as the greatest evangelizing tool since the Inquisition. Through the magic of subtitles, guest columnist ssj messes with film’s messaging.
Nothing brings out the Christian love quite like Christmas. It’s that wonderful time of year when Christians fight over the proper-and-correct way to celebrate their favorite holiday. Gaudy entertainment meets sanctimonious simplified displays meets complete secularization in a Battle Royale to the finish! Come sit in the gladiatorial arena and watch the spectacle! Today, Lord Snow Presides over a whole different kind of tradition beloved by way too many Christians.
I’ve always loved Christmas. This time of year in general is an important one for me–almost everybody in my family has birthdays in the three months of winter, and most of the anniversaries happen around then as well–and most of the important deaths (“light a candle for me every year,” she asked, and I always do, always, always). So I want to talk about Christmas today, and at the end there’ll be some link love to some posts written elsewhere by me and other folks in case you need something to keep you busy.