There are times I roll my eyes at my own side. This is one of them. I'm a Christian dad, and I'm genuinely excited to watch this movie. Here's the part most people are skipping. What Milly Alcock said was true. She wasn't attacking the faith. She was naming where a lot of the cruelty came from. Accounts with "Christ is King" in the bio. "Child of the King." All the usual labels. Then a comment you would never say to someone's face in church. We could “clutch pearls” and boycott a movie over it. Or we could sit with the truth of it. Let’s be honest for a second. Christians can be the biggest turnoff for someone who doesn't believe yet. And it's rarely the words on our profiles that do the damage. It's what we type when we figure nobody's connecting the name to the behavior. We're not perfect. We were never supposed to be. We were handed one assignment that's hard to misread. Love one another the way Christ loved the church. That doesn't look like a grown man behind a keyboard, tearing down an actress who landed the role of a lifetime. Picking her apart for her looks. Calling her wrong for the part before a single frame has played. People said the same thing about Heath Ledger. Swore he'd wreck the Joker. “Worst casting ever.” We know how that aged. When you put the name of Jesus on anything, the world watches. They wait for the slip. I get it. That's exactly why this matters. The point was always to look a little more like Him this year than last. Perfection was never on the table. That's the part I keep coming back to. The world already knows we fall short. We told them so ourselves. What they're watching for now is whether we stay kind when the comment section is the only thing looking back. That's the real test. The movie never was.
