[PurpleQ]

Hello to everyone in the Hobbit Hole. I hope your day has been wonderful.

I, like 2Jedismom, went to see and experience The Passion last night.

As I lay in bed last night 5 hours after the movie, I was still weeping and praying. Now, it has been almost 24 hours and I have found myself taking a deep breath and holding back the tears all day. This morning when I arrived at work and coworkers asked, “So how was the movie?” I was unable to talk about it without crying. It is hard for me to put in to words all the emotions that I feel but I think the strongest is the most sincere love I have ever felt and gratefulness.

As 2J expressed it was not all graphically horrifying, though when it was it was extremely intense. There were moments when the flashbacks gave you comfort in the fact that Jesus was just like us with a mother and a sense of humor.

At some points in the movie, I know that I have never sobbed and wept like that before in my life. My mother was sitting beside me consoling me, asking if I was okay, as if I was the one losing a son. I felt the deepest sense of compassion and pain, as if I was right there beside Mary. As a mother, I felt broken and empty…for her.

Again, like 2J, this movie does not make me the least bit hateful, discriminatory or prejudice against anyone. This movie has truly changed my life. My walk will never be the same.

I highly recommend this movie.

[RosieCotton]

I'm really appreciating these reviews. And very much looking forward to seeing it on Sunday. I KNOW it's going to be tough to watch...but I think I need to see it.

[2Jedismom]

One of the coolest parts, right at the beginning, just thrilled me, though...I won't post it here, because it's a spoiler (as if that can really be, but it startled and thrilled me and I want it to do the same for the others that haven't seen it.)

You'll know the part I'm talking about if you click HERE. Don't click if you don't want a spoiler, guys!

Verses 14 and 15.

I'm like you, PQ...very emotional all day. The homeschool mom beside me that gave me the tissue clasped my hand after a while and we comforted each other. My mom held on to a black woman beside her, a complete stranger, that was really weeping...she was there by herself and kept thanking Jesus during the worst part.