The violent death of Rob Reiner and his wife Michele is the kind of news that stops you cold. It is senseless, obscene, and feels like a tear in the already fraying fabric of society. It's one of those moments when the world reminds us how fragile, how broken, and how sinful it is.
Reiner was so many things to so many people. He was a cultural force, a gifted storyteller, a political provocateur, a man unafraid to speak his mind.
But above all, he was unmistakably brilliant.
His creative fingerprints are everywhere, his masterpieces reading like a Hall of Fame of classic films:
When Harry Met Sally
Stand By Me
The Princess Bride
Misery
A Few Good Men
These films did more than entertain; they engaged. They captured our human longings, loyalty, humor, courage, and love with a precision that cannot be duplicated easily.
Talent like that does not come from nowhere.
You can call it genetics, luck, or evolutionary accident. But at some point, honest observers have to reckon with the fact that such singular creativity bears the marks of intention. A mind capable of shaping stories that shape generations is not an anomalous error in the code. It is a gift.
And gifts imply a Giver.
Christians have long known that human creativity is not self-existent. We know that it is derivative, reflective, and downstream from something greater. We create because we were created. We imagine because we are made in the image of an omnipotent, imaginative God. Whether Rob Reiner acknowledged that or not, his life testified to it all the same.
The circumstances of his death make this loss even harder to bear. When violence erupts within a family, when mental illness appears to have played a role, when a son becomes bound up in unspeakable tragedy, there are no clean explanations. There's only grief.
This is the kind of horror that leaves everyone diminished. It is a reminder that sin and brokenness are not concepts; they devour real people, in real homes, with real names.
Nearly two years ago today, I wrote these words about Rob Reiner and his film on Christian nationalism. They're words that feel heavier now than ever:
Though a professing atheist, in the past Reiner has praised the concepts of Buddhism, saying it was the only faith, ‘that kind of makes sense to me.' As far as Christianity, he tweeted on Christmas day four years ago, ‘I'm not a Christian. But I try to live by the teachings of Jesus. There is nothing more morally profound than treating people as you would like to be treated.' Obviously he has a deficient understanding of his Savior, but there's still hope.
As imperfect as Russell Moore may be, as frustrating as some of his public positions have been on issues of pressing political importance, is it impossible to believe that God could use him, his testimony, and his witness to plant a seed of eternal importance in the heart of someone as lost, but as loved as Rob Reiner? Is that not worth hoping and praying for? The film will preach to its choir and embolden its opponents. Its influence on the masses will be minimal at best. But maybe Reiner's potential exposure to Christianity will cause him to at least crack open the door of his heart that God has been knocking on for years.
Now, I can only pray that it did.
Christians believe that God is relentless in mercy, that He knocks patiently, persistently, on doors we foolishly keep bolted shut. We also believe that no life is beyond His reach, and no moment is beyond His redemption, even when the final chapters are written in blood and sorrow.
Today, my prayer is not only for Rob Reiner and Michele, but for everyone shattered by this loss. For those who loved them. For those haunted by unanswered questions. And yes, even for a son whose name is now bound to a nightmare he will never escape.
And I pray, too, that others who knew and admired Rob Reiner - those who laughed at his films, respected his craft, and admired his passion - might hear the echo of that same knock. The one that sounds, even now, in the aftermath of tragedy. The one that says death does not get the last word. The one that calls us still, toward eternal life.
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