Started watching The Chosen a month ago, while it adds to the Gospels with some artistic creativity, it never wanders from fidelity to the text of the 4 Gospels. For Believers, it is a great asset to a devotional understanding of the Master, for unbelievers and lapsed perhaps an invitation to reexamine the overly familiar, discarded or uninteresting. No promises to anyone after all, only the individual can say what might spark something within them. And oftentimes that is unknown. One loves a song and another hits skip, such is the case with our interior wiring.

I often preach about cultivating a good religious imagination, and by imagination I don't mean made up, but that part of our self that children know and adults forget. The stories of meaning, that small children will wanted repeated endlessly, and adults often skip in searching of something "new". The familiar, the retelling, cherished by the young and old alike, why do those of us mid-stage discount it too readily? I try not to, but I feel the pull of the ever encroaching new and next which constantly runs contrary to my resting in the familiar and treasuring it. Sometimes something comes along that is both familiar and new, The Chosen is doing that for me at the moment in feeding my religious imagination and being a good springboard for prayer and reflection. - Peace.