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The worst of times
In the past week I've been called "sick," I've been told to keep my "big fat mouth shut." I've been told I write "garbage," I've been called various anti-Semitic names. I've been abused, insulted, threatened.

Why?

Because I dared to say that while I love Jesus, I didn't like Mel Gibson's movie, The Passion of the Christ.

I gave my reasons last week and, believe me, there are plenty more. It's all been an eye-opener for me.

Over the years, my blocked e-mail list has grown quite long, as various bigots write to scream insults because I'm a Christian. I've lost jobs and been blacklisted from certain media. I've had my life put in danger, and even had police intervention on one occasion. All part of the price for standing up for truth.

Yet, I have to be honest. The last week has shaken me. Of course I'm not scared, I'm just so profoundly and enormously disappointed. Even disillusioned. Years of work defending Christians. Then one column disliking a movie and I'm a monster who deserves to be spat upon. ...