Hot on the heels of its “Star-spangled Salute to Abortion,” Netflix has announced plans to develop and air American Jesus–a series about “a 12-year-old boy who suddenly discovers he’s returned as Jesus Christ. He can turn water into wine, make the crippled walk, and, perhaps, even raise the dead” (https://variety.com/2018/tv/news/netflix-american-jesus-jupiters-legacy-mark-millar-1202875133/).
It’s based on a comic book, of course. A sodding comic book.
Uh, dude! Like, there’s no reincarnation in the Bible! Which you’d know, if you’d ever read it. The real Bible, not the comic book.
Trifling with holy things is dangerous. Your immortal soul can get into real trouble. Our souls are already in deep trouble, and we need Jesus Christ Our Lord to get them out. But then if you don’t know you’re drowning, you probably don’t know you need a life preserver.
Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.
Ignorance and arrogance–great combination, Netflix.
Why does simply not having Netflix in my home make me feel like I’ve done at least one thing right?