Left behind with Kirk Cameron.
Tim and I stood in a line for the new Left Behind movie with Kirk Cameron and his wife Chelsea on a rainy October afternoon. I had never met Kirk before, but Tim's phone was always buzzing with a Bible verse or encouraging text from Kirk. After he was cut by the Patriots, Kirk texted him that Jesus still wanted him on his team, and that now his touchdowns would be for souls. Curly always knew how to cheer Tim up. It had been a severe blow to Tim, who had found Bill Belichick's warmth & kindness filled a hole his earthly father had left inside him. "I don't know Curly," Tim said. "I can't see Chad Michael Murray in this role. You'll always be Buck Williams to me." Kirk had always been a master-class actor, but his role in Fireproof finally showcased his great range and emotional depth. But Kirk shook his head. I’d never thought I'd see an A-list Hollywood celebrity so nervous. “I just feel like God’s tool is in the hands of the devil, like when Amy Grant went secular.” "You know I'm always here for you no matter what bro," Tim said and went in for a hug. Chelsea and I looked awkwardly at each other as the hug lingered longer than either of us expected. When they finally parted, I noticed Tim's peter-meter had gone off. Blushing, I buttoned the top button of my blouse. Purity is never an accident. After the film, I'd never seen Tim so agitated. "That language! I haven't heard language like that since somebody hid Tom Brady's Uggs! And they totally downplayed the rapture! One girl disappeared, and then suddenly she’s back in the middle of the movie! It was barely recognizable!" Kirk was speechless, a single tear rolling town his perfect cheekbone. All he could do was shake his head, his curls moving together in perfect unison. "Come on, let's go to my place and watch the definitive, Kurt and Jerry approved version," I suggested, trying to lighten the mood. I didn't have the heart to tell them we'd just watched Gone Girl.
