And there was evening and there was morning—Friday, finally. My kids are still working through their finals, which I hope, in a prayerful sort of way, that they will complete in time. That’s how bad it is, that I’ve finally had to give up and actually pray that they will actually take them, turn them in, and not fail. In the meantime, I only have One Take:
I am so so so sad about The Chosen. As you all know, I’ve enjoyed the show enormously, and defended it against all comers—even sometimes Matt who didn’t love everything in the last season. For once, I said to everyone, a depiction of Jesus in the gospels that isn’t totally cringe.
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