Come Sunday

Synopsis: Based on an episode of the public radio series This American Life, which centers on Bishop Carlton Pearson, a rising star among evangelicals until he was ostracized by his own church and declared a heretic after he started preaching that there is no Hell.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Joshua Marston
Production: Netflix
Rotten Tomatoes:
106 min

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are blessed to have with us

a key man in the world today.

One of the most beloved

of the Pentecostal movement in America.

God has chosen him.

There's a destiny at work in him.

He's prayed with presidents.

Now, I know no one who ministers

so tirelessly to so many.

And he's been going non-stop this tour,

and I thank God

for giving him the strength...

- Hallelujah! be with us

before he flies back home to Tulsa.

Ladies and gentlemen...

put your hands together...

for the one, the only...

Bishop Carlton Pearson.

We kindly ask you

to step out of the aisle

to allow passengers behind you to pass.

Please place all carry-on items

in the overhead bins

and any smaller items underneath

the seat in front of you.

No, listen to me.

They're not bluffing, okay?

No, they're not.

No, trust me.

We're at that point now.

If we go back for more,

they're gonna walk.

Could I get a red wine, please?

Tulsa, for a deposition.

All right, I'll talk to you Monday.

Okay, bye.

- Here you are, miss.

- Oh, thanks.

You a lawyer?


Must be a lot of work.

You must love what you do.

Even the preachers back then,

a lot of them were illiterate.

Most of them were janitors.

The women were housekeepers.

The way it was back then, you either went

to church or you went to jail.

Every Sunday, the church folk would haul

in the drunks and the backsliders

for altar calls.

"Uncle so-and-so just got out

of San Quentin."

- What are altar calls?

- Oh, you don't go to church?

When I was young,

but I was raised Catholic.

What happened?

Why did you stop going to church?

I don't know.

I think the part I liked the most

was being a family.

You married?




It's complicated.


I mean... I should finish.

You know, maybe it's not just chance.

You sitting there, me sitting here.

Like, fate?

Or purpose.

I can't have kids.

My husband wanted to have kids

and I put it off.

Do you have kids?

Oh, yeah, I got 'em.

Yeah, I got a boy and a girl.

They're a pain in the ass.

I didn't wanna get married

and have kids, honestly.

I was raised to believe that having

a family was a distraction from God.

I struggled with it.

I still do.

Even though they're the most

precious thing to me now.


- I'm so sorry. I'm...

- It's okay.

- I'm such a mess.

- That's how everybody feels.

Things are going okay, you skate by.

When they're not, the sky falls in.

I want you to imagine something,

just for a second.

And I want you to really imagine this.

There's a reason for things.

And there's a simple choice.

I could get you saved right now

if you wanted.

- What does that mean, exactly?

- Pray with me.

Relinquish your sins.

Accept Jesus Christ into your life.

On a flight to Tulsa?

Hold my hand.

And she's right there...

and I'm right there with her.

And I know this woman is going to hell

if I don't do something about it.

She's never been saved.

She's not born again.

But I'm tired, Lord. I've...

been to seven churches in four days.

Spent all night,

the night before, preaching.

And I heard God say,

"No, don't let go, Bishop."


"Hold on."

I hear Him say, "She needs your love."

And it's a tough love.

She don't want to hear it.

It's like I love my kids.

I don't care how much that spoon hurts.

Now all the white people

are looking at me like,

"That's not how we do discipline."

All the white folk here, they like

the nice-talking for the discipline.

"Now, don't do that, Tommy.

Oh, please don't do that, Tommy.


You know, I'm kidding,

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