Bare-chested Christianity

Don’t get me wrong. I wholeheartedly join in Frank McConnell’s (October 10, 1997) ruling on the merits of ABC’s religious soap opera, Nothing Sacred. Insofar as television can be good—and my tastes are too mainstream to feel any serious need to apologize for the medium per se—this is good television. My only purpose in coming at this thing from a distinctly female perspective (several of my women friends are devoted to the show) is to offer you some reasons why you should put in an hour on Thursday nights to watch it. After all, you could be gathering stunning insights from Karl Rahner or worrying about the collapse of the Asian markets....

My additional reasons for tuning in? Jim Mullen’s witty/catty (I never miss it) “Hot Sheet” item on Nothing Sacred (Entertainment Weekly, September 26, 1997) hints at them: “A new show about a young, unorthodox, poker-playing priest....” Mullen pauses, slyly, wickedly, then hoots, “A young priest? Maybe on The X-Files.” Science fiction aside, Mullen’s blurb raises serious theological questions. The bearded, bespectacled reverend recruited by TV Guide (October 18–24, 1997) from Our Lady of Malibu (no, that’s not a misprint) parish to discuss the series gives his age as fifty-four. By contrast, the (alas!) fictional Father Ray ironically admits to his former lover (in fact, she still loves him; but wait, I’m getting to that) that he’s just...

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P. E. Cruise is a practicing attorney. She is currently pursuing a graduate degree in theology.