What subject do we know about more than any other? If the answer isn’t Jesus Christ then we’re not heading in the right direction. I know this first hand.
I love movies. I’ve loved movies since I was a kid. I’ve wanted to make movies since my teen years. I’ve watched a billion movies, evaluated thousands and studied all of Hitchcock’s and Spielberg’s films.
A good friend of mine is a car junkie. He loves cars, loves working on cars, has subscriptions to car magazines and he even flew me, first class, for a day trip with him to South Carolina to go to a VW Bug show.
Everyone has their own interest, their own passions. Men, especially, will fixate on that one thing that really gets them going, whether that be motorcycles or boating or cars or softball or watching football or jet skiing. Men love to have their toys or sit in their “man cave” and enjoy their favorite sport being played on their top-of-the-line electronics.
For me, that passion, that fixation is movies, of course. I’ve worked in the industry both in front and behind the camera. I’ve won awards as an actor, writer and director. I can’t get enough.
I used to say that “if I wasn’t a religious person, film would be my religion and the cinema would be my church.”
That’s how much film means to me.
Years ago, while talking to my car junkie friend about our individual passions, I remember saying “You know, I think I know more about Hitchcock than I know about my faith.”
I thought on that for a moment and followed up with, “Something’s wrong with that.”
When I said that sentence I had been working on rediscovering my faith for a few years, but I had not worked on it hard enough. I had not made it a priority.
If I stumbled across a Hitchcock film on television, I’d stop whatever I was doing and watch it to it’s conclusion.
Did I make such time for my faith? When I stumbled across an event or thought that reminded me of Jesus, did I stop whatever I was doing and pray about it?
Something had to change.
Hitchcock won’t get me into heaven. Nor will rebuilding an engine. Nor being a good fisherman. Nor being a skilled softball player. Only God can get me into Heaven.
As Jesus said in Luke (12:4-5) “I tell you, my friends, do not be afraid of those who kill the body but after that can do no more. I shall show you whom to fear. Be afraid of the one who after killing has the power to cast into Gehenna; yes, I tell you, be afraid of that one.”
So, that’s when I started re-prioritizing my focus.
Instead of watching Rear Window again, I read the Bible or listen to a study lesson. I read books about saints, the early church fathers, the nature of angels, the threat from demons, exorcism and the Catechism of the Catholic faith. I watch documentaries on church history, I got to Confession with a much greater consistency and frequency, I pay more attention during Mass and work much harder to convert that knowledge into a better way of living my faith.
I still have a long way to go. My faith journey is not yet over.
But I have come to one conclusion: We should know about the Trinity and our faith more than anything else… or we’re just wasting our time.
After my eyes have tired and my mind has become exhausted from trying to comprehend the massive spiritual mysteries that define our faith as Christians, I’ll admit that I may plop in an old Hitchcock classic from time to time.
Now, however, it’s only to rejuvenate me so I can continue to pursue my number one priority… getting into Heaven.