Restin Burk and Kate Randall have a real problem. They've lost custody of her son, Burk is not the father but he treats the kid as if he was his own. These two are barely getting by and probably the best thing for the kid is to stay with her parents until they can get on their feet. Burk doesn't want to hear that. Nor does he want Randall out getting five finger discounts to get by.
So what do they do? One Sunday when mom and dad and Randall's sister take the kid to church and she stays with him at their day care center and Burk, Randall, and Burk's not too tightly wrapped friend Michael Wilbanks come in to claim the kid. Only Wilbanks has brought himself along an automatic rifle, the kind the NRA says that folks like him really shouldn't be prevented from having and shoots a few people, robs the church and holds a lot of hostages. One of the dead is the county sheriff.
I think the chance of custody is really gone if it ever existed. But the chance to set folks on the right path is demonstrated in this amateur production made by a local Baptist Church and shot in Texas.
The cast is admittedly amateurs and it shows. The direction is non existent and the message is somewhat suspect. Getting saved might help your soul, but being part of a killing of a sheriff in Texas will not help you on this mortal coil.
Above all the story line itself makes no sense.
I wouldn't even show this in church audiences.
