Kip and I watched The Passion of the Christ last night. I am not a Christian, although I went to a Christian school and so knew the story. Despite my lack of faith, the film moved me. I hear people say that some disturbing thing ‘sickens’ them, and always thought it was a figure of speech. Well, sometimes it isn’t. When they were whipping Jesus with the hooks I became nauseous and actually had to leave and throw up. That has never happened to me before. Perhaps it is a divine message?
Although I didn’t get converted by watching this movie, it did make me think. I have heard and read hundreds of times what happened on that day, but it was always just words. I never understood what it must have been like to suffer like that. There is no escaping knowledge