I recently said that The Crucible film had me in tears. The build up is really not here, and I can’t simply post the whole movie for you guys to watch, but here is the point where I simply just lost it. Not because the film itself, but moreover because I lost myself into a parallel of comparisons between myself, my faith, and the world around me. It was just too much to take all in, and try to analyze.

This might not really make sense, but here is what is going down: Proctor (Daniel Day Lewis) can save himself from hanging if he confesses that he is the one that has brought Witchcraft to the town. Previously, the courts hung all the accused with the exception of three final accused. If he confesses they will go free. But his name will be soiled throughout the nation. He has to make a final decision, and here is roughly what he says, and then the video of the scene that really hits me hard…

“God does not need my sins nailed to the door of the church. God knows how black my sins are….

How may I teach my sons to walk like men in the world if I sold my friends? I blacken all of them when I nail this to the church and they have hanged for silence…

Tell them Proctor broke to his knees and wept like a woman….

But my name I cannot sign….

I mean to deny nothing….

Because it is my name!

Because I cannot have another in my life!

Because I lie and sign myself to lies!

Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of those that you have hanged.

I have given you my soul, leave me my name!”

It’s troublesome to me, to consider that today, a name means almost nothing to most people.