Saturday, March 24, 2012

a hungering

...but not for games. Yes, I'm speaking of The Hunger Games. If you've not heard of this trilogy, it has become quite popular of late. The first movie came out a few days ago, and I had the chance to see it tonight. But before I give my comments, you should know a few things:

1. This may contain spoilers. I don't know yet, but I'm not going to stop myself if I need them to make my point.
2. I've only read two of the three books. So there could be a final point (in fact, this is probable) that I haven't understood or recognized yet because I haven't gotten to book three. So I very well could finish the trilogy and recant a good half of this post.

Ok, now that I've qualified...

I did not enjoy the Hunger Games movie. The premise of the movie is an overbearing capital city that has stripped the citizens of the country of their rights, of oppression, and the striving for social justice. Every year, in this story, 24 children are placed in an "arena" to fight to the death, televised for the whole country to watch.

Now, neither the book nor the movie is advocating this. The stance of both is clearly one of opposition. But here's the thing: I sat through the movie, and it was so hopeless. Not that it doesn't have a "happy" ending, but...it doesn't. Even the successes throughout the movie are overshadowed with a sense that it doesn't matter, its cost was too great, or something depressing. And while I appreciate the angle the story is trying to take, to encourage us (maybe?) to fight for social justice and what not, I had a hard time sitting through it.

Don't get me wrong, I think social justice is incredibly important. But is turning an important cause into entertainment the best idea? Why do we want these ideas to become commonplace? Why do we want to desensitize ourselves to it? Because honestly, I think that's what's happening. I remember, when I was a kid, I watched the movie Home Alone. And I thought it was horribly graphic and violent.

...um, yup.

Now? The idea of its violence is laughable. I watched a man's face get blown off on a tv show, "blood" splattering the camera glass, and I barely flinched. How many horrific ideas have now become everyday thoughts because we've inserted them into the entertainment industry? We let them enter our ears, our eyes, and our minds. We've become accustom to the way they taste, rolling around in the ever-open mouths of our "Smells Like Teen Spirit" generation.

And I never thought I would write a post like this, honestly, because I definitely believe we need to be "in the world, but not of the world." And that verse says that we do need to be in the world. And that means understanding culture. Being aware of it. And I'm also not trying to cry, with Chicken Little, that the sky is falling. If anything, it's always been falling. I think too often we see the horrific times we live in and selfishly forget that we are not the center of time; history indeed repeats itself.

But I left that movie theater with two emotions rolling under my skin, through my veins: despondency, utter sadness at the thought of the story. And the deepest hunger...for the New Heavens and the New Earth. I don't want to see any more movies like that, because that sin and evil is real. It is all too existent. And it is all too evident in real life. And I'm afraid that if I see a movie in 10 years that is of a similar caliber, I won't respond in the same way. But I don't want to lose an inability to stomach it. I want to keep that hunger for justice and righteousness, and ultimately, for the reign of the One who will bring it.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

the difficulties of grace

*This post is not a post about Grace, the woman previously blogged about who attends my seminary, but rather about the actual theological concept.


I don't know how to respond to grace. Or I guess I do, but I can't ever seem to give grace the appropriate response. I'm not really talking about the big picture here (although perhaps the trouble finds its way there as well), but the everyday gifts, both big and small. Like the times when you do something legitimately wrong, and you know you've messed it up, and you know you deserve the consequences, and you're almost relieved that you'll receive those consequences. And you feel guilt. And shame, deep shame.

And then the other party involved (for there's almost always a second party) goes and throws a whole wrench into the process and gives you grace. Grace beyond measure.

...

Why is this the moment when the real freak out begins?

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I'm realizing, right now as I type, that maybe the beginning of the answer is when I mentioned the word relief, above. Why do we really feel relieved to accept the consequences of our actions? Maybe it's because I can pay for the wrong. I can earn my way back. I assume the cost on myself, and therefore I'm not in debt to anyone, I don't need the payment of anyone else, and I still retain independence and control over the trajectory of my life.

Accepting grace is hard.

Because it's an act of humility, an act of submission. Because it's a confrontation with sin, and one you have to admit you've lost, at that. And to add insult to injury, you're not even allowed to try and fix it. Because if you did...you wouldn't realize you need people.

Who knew? Well, Jesus.

Yes, that's the Sunday School answer. But it's also true, and that's pretty significant. Because when Jesus prayed the 'high priestly prayer' in John 17, he asked God that believers, both present and future, would be one, as he and the Father are one (vv. 20-21). Christ prayed that we'd live as one, and we can't do that when we don't joyfully accept grace from our fellow believers.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

glory(ous)

I have a pre-released copy of Matthew Perryman Jones' new cd (coming out in less than a month now), and I have fallen in love with the final song. I don't even know the name of it, because there's no information up yet about the actual cd, nor is there a recording anywhere yet for you to hear it (which is more than half the beauty of it), but I've included the lyrics here. Because it is simply glorious. And I haven't heard anything in quite some time that makes me yearn for Heaven quite like this song. If you see me on a regular basis, you should seriously consider asking me if you can snatch a listen.

Enjoy.


Into the land of the living
Black bleeds orange, into blue
I am coming to life
Light is breaking through

I can hear the bells in the city
Across the ancient shore
I am ready to fight
Let down the scarlet cord

It's time to shed this masquerade

Oh, you cannot love in moderation
You're dancing with your dead man's bones
Lay your soul on the threshing floor

Between the walls and the river
Shoulders bear the sacred stones
We made it alive
We're not alone

Kiss the ground and change your name

No, you cannot love in moderation
You're dancing with your dead man's bones
Lay your soul on the threshing floor

I heard the distant battle drum
Mocking birds spoke in tongues
Longing for the day to come,
I set my face, forsook my fears
I saw the city through my tears
The darkness will soon disappear,
Be swallowed by the sun...

I am coming home.
I am coming home.
I am coming home.
I am coming home...