Sitting in a dark room with my sister on my right, my mom on the other side of her, I sit in stunned silence, unsure of how to react to the phenomenon known as the The Passion of the Christ.

Looking back on the few minutes after the movie was over, I cannot describe the thoughts that were going through my mind. I was prepared to be shocked, I was prepared to be moved, I was prepared to be touched. I was not, however, prepared to feel what I felt.

Every Sunday when I was young I heard about the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, and I became almost numb. Seeing in real life though was a completely different experience. Never in my life has a movie touched me so much.

I am by no means what I would call a devoted Christian, and while watching the movie, I felt guilty. Jesus went through all of that for me, and I act like I could not care less.

After the movie was over, I walked up the aisle and I saw the reactions on others’ faces. I could not help but wonder if the same thoughts were racing through their heads as mine. Now, I realize that they were probably thinking thoughts similar to my own, but not the same.

Watching The Passion of the Christ is such a personal experience that every reaction is unique. I cannot say whether it is a good movie or not, because I do not know myself. It is just something that everyone, Christian or not, should see.