Jesus Camp, I defend the harsh reality.

Well, I know I already wrote a long blog about my view of the Jesus Camp movie, and I read everyone's blog posts. I just really relate to what those children are experiencing, so I guess I just feel the need to voice my opinion once more.

Most people thought the movie portrayed the group as extreme and that it gave them a negative reputation. I disagree. I think the movie was so accurate I wanted to cry, almost everything those kids are shown doing I went through. I know plenty of children that are taught to pass out evangelism tracks (I did it myself). I know that church leaders HATE Harry Potter, even though they probably never opened a single book. I know kids that get up and preach to others. I've seen kids cry with emotion or guilt. I've seen adults prompt kids to speak in tongues, I've been in those services. I was raised believing ghost stories were immoral. I have seen people pray over the seats in a chaple "in Jesus name." All these things are very real for some people. That is why I loved this movie! It is basically a mini biography of my childhood, my old reality. The same reality that so many kids go through. I think the reason so many people thought the movie was negative was because it seemed so extreme, so different from the reality you may have been raised in. It makes these people seem intolerant or maybe even ignorant. For me the movie was true to fact about the nature of these people. Sure the music and editing added affect but I really think this movie describes my childhood and the life many people live. I now watch the movie and realize how much I've grown, how much I've changed. I now can see why the movie is so uncomfortable and controversial, but I still defend it as an accurate depiction of some sects of Christianity. I certainly know this film does not accurately represent all Christians, but that would simply be impossible to do. So while many think this movie portrays this group in a negative light, I think it shows the true colors of the group.