For fifty years, a single filmmaker has worked the seam between them both. He began beneath the surface of the water and taught a generation to fear what it could not see. Now he lifts our eyes to the woods and to the surface of the sky and asks us to fear, no, to receive — or even to worship — whatever waits on the other side.

I had the privilege of viewing a pre-release of a worthy film last evening: I WAS A STRANGER. The title refers to the biblical reference in Matthew 25:35 where Jesus says:

My mother is a sparkler, wrapped in a firecracker, inside a powder keg; and love is the key.