Thursday, May 22, 2008

Pans Labyrinth



What follows is something I developed for a Plumbline radio broadcast:

Christian Imagination:  Reclaiming Perspective

Pans Labyrinth, the 2006 film by Mexican director Geuirmo Del Torro, tells the story of a young girl named Ofelia who travels with her mother to live at a military outpost with her new step father, a captain in Franco’s military shortly after the Spanish Civil war.  There she discovers a garden labyrinth which leads to a strange, and magical world, in which she encounters a faun.  Believing Ofelia to be a long lost princess, the faun gives her three tasks to perform so she might prove her identity.  The film moves between Ofelia’s struggle to survive the oppressive life with her step father, and her quest to complete the three tasks to prove her identity. Eventually we discover the two stories are actually one ... the magical world of the Labyrinth is Ofelia’s other worldly perspective of her struggle to survive the harsh reality of living with her step father. 

Pans Labyrinth is an excellent film.  The story is moving, the cinematography is beautiful - the film is well done.  But is it Christian?  That depends.  Some Christians think films should pass both a moralistic and evangelistic litmus test.  Films with no sex, violence, or profanity, which include a wholesome, usually Christian, message, are deemed acceptable.  Using this criteria, Pans Labyrinth probably wouldn’t make the cut - too much violence, and there is nothing explicitly Christian about it.  But should this be all we look for?

While the Christian community should be concerned with morality, rejecting films that glorify violence, gratuitous sex, and vulgarity for it’s own sake, we should also judge films by other criteria.  A good film has a story to tell, creating a space for the audience to wrestle with important themes and ideas.  A good film is one that creatively and imaginatively invites us into other worlds, into the experiences others.  This is not escapism, but an opportunity to see reality from a different perspective.  Here we discover the significance of artistic expression - to frame the world in such a way we are able to rediscover vitality and meaning in the ordinary aspects of human life.

The Christian community needs good films.  At the very core of Christianity we find a narrative -  creative accounts of real people and events which reveal God’s redemptive acts in history.  The gospels are inspired accounts of God’s saving work in the person of Jesus Christ... detailing the miracles, the teachings, the confrontations with rulers and religious leaders, acts of love and compassion, all climaxing with Christ’s death and resurrection.  The Acts of the Apostles and the Epistles reveal the bursting forth of the kingdom of God through the proclamation of the gospel, and the pouring out of the Holy Spirit.  Through His written Word God speaks to us ... creatively, and imaginatively, beckoning us to see the world through the lens of Christ’s death and resurrection.  

Sadly, it seems the imagination of the Christian community has become dull.  How often we approach scripture as if we’ve heard it all already, as if it has nothing to say to us.  How often we approach the Bible as a deposit of abstract rules and principles, that if followed, programatically lead to a better life.  We must reclaim our imaginations.  We need the arts - film, music, poetry - to stretch us, to stoke the flames of creativity, so we might learn to see differently.  We must approach scripture with our imaginations fully engaged, so that through the redemptive story we might experience the risen Christ, and have our eyes opened to the presence of his kingdom.  

  In the book of Revelation, John addresses the issues facing the churches of Asia Minor.  He gives them a glimpse of the divine perspective, pulling back the curtain to reveal that emperors and kingdoms are really beasts and harlots in allegiance with the dragon at war with God and his people.  While the world sees Christ’s death, and the suffering of the church, as weakness, John reveals that from the throne room of God, this suffering proclaims the power and victory of God over the beasts and dragon.  In the final chapters, John imaginatively describes creation as seen from the perspective of Christ’s resurrection; a new heavens and new earth, a new order of peace and justice, the dwelling place of God and the Lamb.  In the same way, Pans Labyrinth offers a similar perspective - a young girl understands her horrible circumstances as an unfolding fairy tale, as she sacrificially fights evil monsters in order to save her baby brother.  We need films like Pans Labyrinth to stretch our imaginations, to help us remember there is more to the world then meets the eye.  That if we truly believe the gospel there is no place for fatalism... because there is more to the story.  As Christians we need the arts...we need theater, music, and poetry.  We need good movies, because we need to hear stories that remind us to look at the world differently.  Stories that point us back to the Biblical story, which calls us to see the world not as it is...but as it is and will be because of the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.


Sunday, May 18, 2008

For the love of old people...





This morning I preached at the CRC church in Sanborn, Iowa - a small farming community in northwest Iowa.  It's a small church trying to recover from a split a few years back.  I would say the pews were about half full.  The church is an older congregation, but there is a growing number of young people and families... this morning the youth led most of the service.  Overall, it went very well.  

I have to admit I love preaching in these types of churches.  Good, honest, hard working people... no frills, no nonsense...  They want to hear the word preached - and then go eat some good food with family and friends.  They support Christian schools, and mission trips to other parts of the world.  They have pictures of missionaries on their walls... and support them with both prayers and offerings.  Many of them show up faithfully every Sunday - twice.  They love God, are generous with others, and try to live faithful lives.

I'm ok with that.  At a time when so many believe that Christian spirituality must be accompanied by radical manifestations of signs and wonders, it's refreshing to run across good old fashioned faithfulness.  In a recent conversation some college students expressed the belief that if you don't feel like going to church, you are just being a hypocrite by going.  Faith needs to be felt... experienced... there needs to be radical signs of transformation, and the power of the Spirit at work in your life if you claim to follow Christ.  I get that too... But the church can learn many things from the veterans, the more experienced Christians, among us... such as duty.  There are many days we don't feel like doing what needs to be done.  There are many Sunday's (more then I would like to admit) when I don't feel like going to church.  I sit in the pew thinking about the confrontation with my 4 year old son regarding his morning attire... or reflect upon the stressful events of the past week.  But does that mean I shouldn't go?  I am being a hypocrite?  Nope... I don't think so.

There are many things in life we do because they need to be done.  Loving someone like your wife or child doesn't mean you always "feel it".  Love in this instance is something you do... you work at...  Is it hypocricy to change a kids diaper when you don't feel like it?  Is it hypocritical to tell your wife you love her even if your irritated as ...never mind.  Of course not!  So why do we assume that our relationship with God will be any different?  There are things we do because we are supposed to... it's what you do when you are in a relationship.

Now, I understand there needs to be times when you do feel it... when you are overwhelmed with love and gratitude.  Often these experiences come upon us in the ordinary moments - they cannot be manipulated or manufactured.  They tend to flow out of duty  - when we are faithfully doing what we are supposed to.

I'm all for different forms of worship... I realize we are all unique, and often these differences manifest themselves in our styles of worship.  Great... it's a part of being human.  Let's just lay off the old people... 

Friday, May 9, 2008

Graduation


Today was graduation.  300 and some former students ready to get on with it, all sitting on the stage, waiting...  They are waiting for their names to be read, to walk across the stage, grab with the left and shake with the right.  They are thinking intently about every step...self conscious about every move.  Trying not to smile...but then completely failing to hold it in.  One girl grabbed her diploma, shook hands, smiled... and then gave the "rock on" sign... complete with protruding tongue.  You know... the index finger and pinkie hook'em horns.  The ones that just can't remain still as a palm muted, grungy E5 chord continuously plays with a 4/4 back beat.  Though she was eyeing her family siting behind me, it seemed as though she was looking at me... and if I would have had a lighter under my academic attire I surely would have raised it in salute.


The service was nice... the speaker was wonderful.  She spoke about the importance of names...of naming things rightly.  Calling things what they are - identity.  A wonderful send off for a group of young people ready to take on the world.  The whole thing set me off thinking about this and that.  About the beauty of the different stages of life.  The youthful optimism and hope embodied by this group of impatient 20 somethings just ready to get on with it already.  I thought about my kids... and the emotions I will feel when, God willing, I hear my daughter Naomi's name read, and I see her walk proudly across the stage.  I wondered how long my son's hair will be under his graduation cap...and what my daughter Savannah might have with her to remember her twin sister.  Hope... freedom... possibility... these are the emotions I felt this morning watching the students do their thing.


And I was also glad to be where I was sitting.  Middle aged, with a wife and kids... and an out of control beard that is getting more grey by the day.  Life is good.  Don't get me wrong, it's tough from time to time.  But that's a part of it - it's what makes life "life".  
I won't forget the girl who gave the "devil horns" sign.  In the midst of a service full of pomp and circumstance... there were little windows of life.  Rock on young lady... and may your life be as full and complete as a Led Zepplin classic blaring over the car stereo on a warm summer evening.