This could have been the most powerful point in the movie.
Heaven and hell are concepts that have been used to control people.” She doesn’t want Crossroads Wesleyan Church to become a place for people who only want simple answers, she says-“people who want to take their brains out of their heads and beat them with the Bible. “I don’t like it,” says a woman named Nancy. His church’s board calls him in for a meeting, and he asks why they disagree with his choice to share his son’s story. When the pastor first starts talking to Colton about his experiences, he’s unsure of what to think, and that makes for some really, really bad sermons. Which is not to say the movie ignores the possibility of doubt or skepticism about what a little kid said he saw in the afterlife. Call it spirituality porn-faith as a purely visceral experience. The film doesn’t try to convince people that heaven is real it tries to make them feel as though heaven is real. But the spiritual experience it offers is a very specific one: tapping into emotions via the mysterious experience of a very cute, likeable child. If my tears are any indication, this movie succeeds at inspiring sadness and empathy and comfort. He was in the heaven that God showed him.” But the last scene shows the pastor giving a sermon, offering some kind of conclusion. The town of Imperial, Nebraska, is torn by Colton’s story-even Burpo and his wife can’t agree on what to do about their suddenly prophet-like toddler.
He speaks of meeting the sister who “died in Mommy’s tummy” and a young version of the great-grandfather he never knew. After the surgery, Colton tells his father, preacher Todd Burpo, about the color of Jesus’s horse and the angels who sang to him. The film is based on a “true story” about four-year-old Colton Burpo, who visits heaven during a high-risk operation on his burst appendix. Guessing by the occasional sniffles and gasps, at least one of the other eight people in the movie theater did, too. Call me a sucker, but I cried during Heaven Is for Real.
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