Scott Renshaw’s review published on Letterboxd:
Okay, fine: I'm not in the choir to which this thing is preaching. But that, in essence, is the point: It's a movie that sets itself up as one that makes rational arguments to win over the unconvinced to the idea that God exists, but it's nothing of the sort. Instead, it's a lot of half-assed melodrama--people of faith struggling with ailing family members; a humanist facing her mortality; potential converts facing familial disapproval--plus a little quarter-assed comic relief, thrown against a framework of Christian "apologetics" that would have C.S. Lewis rolling over in his grave at the misuse of the term. The central plot--about a college freshman forced by his stridently atheist philosophy teacher to "prove" the existence of God as a class assignment--is a stacked deck in so many ways you can't even see the top of the deck. The professor (Kevin Sorbo) is cartoonishly nasty, in addition to having a Terrible Childhood Trauma that explains his lack of faith; the classroom debates themselves suggest a university philosophy professor wouldn't be able to make a "first principles" argument. And ugh, the excruciating Perry Mason moment that provides the cheap audience applause moment, plus double-ugh, turning the angry Muslim father into a monster so that it's clear when we're talking about "God" not being dead, we're of course talking about the Christian God. Sorbo actually does a decent job at times wrestling with his thankless character, but this is lousy filmmaking propped up by the idea that it's showing up them fancy-pants ivory tower intalekchools, when it's nothing more than another hunk of junk for an audience willing to be congratulated for what they already believe.