The pedantic dialogue between shepherd and sheep was brashly interrupted by his father just when the question of "where was God when my son died by suicide?", was posed. Perfect time for a pastoral philosophical segue-way. If one thought this movie was a truthful highlight of any spiritual process, that one would be left at the altar empty-handed.
The spot light instead was shining on the source of the problem, with the clichéd "nobody's perfect" implied. The father gets a pass because he doesn't like the new pastor. Seems like that would be a pride intervention using their "love" language. But love is lacking here. Duty and obligation to pray and go to church are supposed. Drinking beer is out (damn should have been wine specifically I guess). And at the end of it all, the quaint reminder that church Father knows best, even if he doesn't know anything.
What a cool industry to be able to control the questions and the answers. I suppose that is as close to god as most people get both in real time and through the vicarious lens.
