I don’t really know what I expected of this film, but I wound up weeping from conviction for my own lukewarm Christianity. Dan Merchant approached this production with a journalist’s perspective that reasonable folks on both sides of the great religious divide will find refreshing and revealing. (Notice the subtle qualification above.)
If religious and non-religious alike would respond to people personally, instead of pigeonholing them because of some warped stereotype, the holy wars would die out from an epidemic of honesty. And all stereotypes are warped, because we mortals cannot, and Christians are in fact forbidden from, judging others’ inner motives.
One of my favorite bits from this film was the “Frankenchrist” segment, illustrating a shattered church in which each shard believes it has a lock on God’s truth, and competes with the others, often with deadly consequences.
DISCLAIMER: Do not watch this film if spiritual rigor mortis has already set in.