Last night, Life on Mars —a series about a police detective who is hit by a car and is inexplicably thrown back in time from 2008 to the same New York precinct in 1973—concluded its run. Up until last night, at least, it was a solid series with such great story that explored what it means to love, sacrifice and make your way in this world of ours. A series that asked deeper questions and didn ’t always come up with pat answers—like life. A series that brought God-talk into these open spaces. (Caution: major spoilers—and rant—ahead!) And now, well, I really don’t know what to say. Um. Seriously ?! It ends like that ? It’s all a dream ? You see, it turns out that Sam is actually one of several astronauts on an Earth mission to Mars in 2035. To kill the time during the two-year journey, the space-ship’s computer runs virtual-reality-like dreams for the astronauts, but Sam’s has a glitch caused by a minor run-in with a meteorite. He wakes up okay, and it turns out the people in his dream ...
So Paul took his stand in the open space at the Areopagus and laid it out for them: "I'm here to introduce you to this God.... He doesn't play hide-and-seek with us. He's not remote; he's near. We live and move in him, can't get away from him!" ~Acts 17