The real secret: There aren’t any.
Christmas day, when I sat down in the shower line at the shelter where I stay, Comet was showing the last 15 minutes or so of a movie. The din in the room normally precludes hearing any dialogue, but a momentary dip allowed me to hear this: one man told another on the phone, “The missing gospel has been found.”
There followed a long sequence of a woman writhing and screaming on a bed, while blood flowed from her hands, feet and scalp. This was interspersed with black-and-white scenes of Jesus’ crucifixion. The bedroom was engulfed in flames.
The next scene was of a man digging in the floor of a church while a nearby statue of the Virgin wept blood.
The movie concluded with three stills of white text on a black background.
The first still read to this effect:
The scroll can say whatever it likes.
The second still read to this effect:
It’s highly debatable that there’s any such consensus.
The third still read to this effect:
The Vatican is free to choose what it does and does not believe.
No horror movie will persuade me about the Gospel of Thomas.
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