Whether it’s Kobe Bryant, Alex Rodriguez, Michael Vick, or, more recently, Tiger Woods, the confession is the key to repairing moral failure in the world of sports.
My husband can run out to the door in his shorts and in what some people refer to tellingly as a “wife-beater” while I must be fully dressed, complete with appropriate underwear; it’s only partially based in religion.
M. Night Shyamalan’s much-maligned new movie sounds much more interesting if read as an extended argument for religious faith in general and intelligent design specifically.