Today marks five years since one of my favorite movies of all time was released. Martin Scorsese’s brutal, three-and-a-half hour mobster movie, The Irishman, is an unforgiving tale of loyalty. But it may be best viewed as Martin Scorsese’s administration of the Sacraments. It has much to say about God, religion, forgiveness, and morality.
In the half-decade since it came out, I’ve watched The Irishman several times, but never written about it. Part of me sees it as profound and sacred; I was worried I couldn’t capture all of my thoughts and feelings in one review or essay. But it’s been five years, and it’s time.
I’m honored to share that I’m making my debut in Mockingbird, a Christian organization dedicated to “connecting the Christian faith with the realities of everyday life.”
This is an essay (a long take, if you will) that I’m extremely proud of, and I would be honored if you would read, share, and provide feedback!
Check out my article for Mockingbird: “The Redemption of a Hit Man: The Gospel According to The Irishman.”