Jonathan Roumie’s Jesus has fearsome power to open the Scriptures to us and the women and men who follow him are people in whom we can find traces of ourselves. It helps me love the Lord like I never have before.
If only the priest would turn his back on members of the congregation, the movie’s logic goes, and recite the liturgy in a language they don’t understand, the pews would be full and the seminaries overflowing.
It’s time to bust out that old glove—the one you rubbed with neatsfoot oil and wrapped a rubber band around as a kid—and make sure there’s a hanky or two nearby: “Field of Dreams” is back!