A popular sitcom and dramedy plot in the 1970s revolved around a vagrant or wounded soldier who thought he was Jesus.
Invariably, a simpler-minded regular on the show (like Radar on M*A*S*H) would wonder if maybe the man was who he said he was.
Modern shows attempt this also, but are usually unsympathetic, since they're written by a generation that's grown up divorced from sincere piety and consider religious matters too juvenile to be taken seriously.
(See my post here on an episode of Bones, "And So Caricature Becomes Reality")
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The generation before me often made reverent movies and TV shows with no hint at the impending cultural skepticism. Religious figures, especially priests and nuns, were regarded sympathetically and politely.
My generation remained deferential but began framing its struggle with psychological insights that let the audience add their own religious layers around the personalities of the cast, permitting some belief, if only a little, if only briefly.
The current generation has grown up in a post-skeptical world and is often bitter, an understandable response when abiding questions have no answers.
The next generation will be nostalgic and wistful, I think, once the anger passes.
And perhaps the generation after that will be receptive.
And the cycle will repeat.
These are generalizations, of course.
[2013-04-18]
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