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A Newly Discovered (and Entirely Short-Sighted) Ancient Roman Letter

“Demetrius to Celsus, greetings. I wish to pass on to you what I have learned about the new Christ cult.”

Commandos For Christ Stockpile Grace Like it’s World War FREE!

Of the many disappointments we weathered in having to cancel this year’s NYC conference, none was more painful than missing out on hosting a surprise early screening of the upcoming film Electric Jesus. The director Chris White is an avid Mbird reader and approached us with the opportunity after wrapping production last year, on the condition that we weren’t allowed to advertise. So we were going to spring the opportunity on attendees after they arrived. Those who’ve been following the film’s FB pagethe destination these days for top-drawer Christian kitsch (presented with affection rather than disdain!)–know the glory of what could have been. The promo for the movie describes it this way:

ELECTRIC JESUS is a wistful coming-of-age music-comedy reminiscent of THE COMMITMENTS, THAT THING YOU DO, and SING STREET—a rock-and-roll movie about a band that never quite goes all the way. While the screen band’s music is a weird mash-up of 80’s hair metal and vacation Bible school, ELECTRIC JESUS wears its teenage protagonists’ hearts on its sleeve, à la THE BREAKFAST CLUB, LADY BIRD, and ALMOST FAMOUS.

As if that weren’t enough, the original songs and score were provided by no less than indie rock god Daniel Smith (Danielson Famile, Sufjan Stevens, Jad Fair, et al). Can I get an amen?! White assures me that Mbird will have another shot at a pre-release viewing, but in the meantime, the first music video has arrived and it is … a revelation. I’ve posted the lyrics in the comments. Share and share alike my friends:

From The New Yorker

From The New Yorker

Quarantine, Netflix, and Bittersweet Memories of Bernie Mac

Remembering the King of Comedy and the King of All

Hope, Humor, and the Healing We Need Right Now

Richard Pryor and the Laughter Revolution

From the New Yorker

Bo Burnham and a Cameo of Happiness

Kanye Rants, Anxiety, and the Insatiable Search for Meaning and Happiness

The Parable of the Gambling Chips

Sin City, or the Kingdom of God?

In These Certain Times

Certainly you’ll get a kick out of this:

The Relief of Comedy

Colbert Catharsis, and the Life-Giving Laughter We Need Right Now

From The New Yorker

A lot less COVID specific than one might wish: