The voice of the lecturer is not like a dinner which will only suffice for a limited number; it is like the sun which distributes the same quantity of light and heat to all of us. So too with the teacher of literature. Whether he speak of style of expound difficult passages, explain stories or paraphrase poems, everyone who hears him will profit by his teaching. (Inst. 1.2.14)
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Sunlight for My Students
Monday, June 28, 2010
We're All Prospectors
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Into the Wild to Kill the False Self
Killing the false self is his primary motivation, I would contend, and he succeeds, though not in the way he expected.
Near the end of his time in Alaska, however, he discovers another false self--one created by himself, but one as equally as false as his father's materialism. He enters the wilderness believing himself to be the strong, independent wanderer who loves life, who experiences it first hand apart from the buffer of civilization, and, most importantly, who needs no one. Throughout the film he shuns relationships. He's not anti-social--he makes friends easily and engages in meaningful conversations--but he doesn't need people, or so he thinks.
One conversation with his friend and surrogate grandfather Ron Franz reveals much. He tells Ron, as they sit together on a promontory overlooking the desert, "You are wrong if you think that the joy of life comes principally from the joy of human relationships. God's place is all around us, it is in everything and in anything we can experience." Meaning comes from experiencing the world around us, he claims, not from relationships with others. In his own family life, relationships have been marked by lies and deception and posing. He wants truth. He wants real experience. He tells Ron, "The core of man's spirit comes from new experiences," and he encourages him to leave his lonely house and see something new.
Ron promises the twenty-three year old McCandless that he will "take stock of that," and then he offers some reflections of his own. He tells Chris, "when you forgive, you love. And when you love, God's light shines through you." On cue, the sun breaks from behind the clouds and shines on their perch.
McCandless doesn't initially understand (or at least appreciate) Ron's wisdom. Ron reminds McCandless of the divine beauty of human relationships, without denying his praise of new experiences. Sure, one might find enlightenment in the wilderness, but God reveals himself much closer to home. The divine light is seen even more clearly in the love of forgiveness. McCandless' false self of rugged independence shrugs off such sentimentality, however, and McCandless eventually leaves Ron to follow his quest to Alaska.
McCandless initially exults in his Alaskan solitude. But as the weeks progress, he finally feels loneliness. He highlights a passage in Leo Tolstoy's Family Happiness, indicating the beginning erosion of the false self:
"He was right in saying that the only certain happiness in life is to live for others. . . . I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people for whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor--such is my idea of happiness."
Later, he even writes in the margins of a book, "Happiness only real when shared." He came to Alaska to "kill the false being within," and now he has succeeded. The strong, independent wanderer who needs no one, Alexander Supertramp, has died.
The final scene of redemption confirms his transformation. Suffering from the final stages of starvation, he writes a farewell note and signs his name, Christopher Johnson McCandless, claiming the family and the father he despised and abandoned. Then, as he lies down and prepares to take his last breath, he has a vision of the homecoming he'll never experience. He meets his parents in front of his childhood Atlanta home and embraces them, the smile spreading across his face. The prodigal has finally come home. He's finally forgiven his parents. On cue, the sun breaks from behind the clouds and shines on his tear-stained face as he gasps his final breath.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Nature Reveals by Concealing
Friday, June 5, 2009
Life Everlastin'
The setting of the play is simple: two unnamed men, one white and one black, are sitting in the black man's apartment having a conversation. They know very little about each other and were only brought together earlier that morning when the black man "saved" the white man from jumping in front of a train, the Sunset Limited, to commit suicide. The black man, an ex-con who had a vision of Jesus in prison, tries to detain the white man, a professor whose education has slowly led him to a stubborn nihilism, because he fears the man will make a second attempt to take his own life.
The conversation ranges widely, revealing tid bits about each man's past along the way. The black man persistently prods the white man in an attempt to uncover the reason he wishes to kill himself until the white man finally erupts in a nihilistic tirade in the last pages of the play. At the end, the nihilist appears unchanged, and the play closes on the black man questioning God.
For the record, I don't believe McCarthy to be a nihilist. How could a nihilist go to the work of creating great art? What would be the point? He certainly gives full voice to that position, however, in this and other works. His purpose, I believe, is to explore what he believes to the malaise of our age, a steady loss of a moral foundation in a post-Christian culture. He explores the problem by incarnating nihilism in various forms in his novels, and the white man in The Sunset Limited is the baldest expression belief in nothing.
I write this post to share a thought-provoking statement the black man makes as he tries to diagnose the white man's problem. The white man repeatedly asserts there's nothing wrong with him. He simply sees the meaninglessness of it all, he claims, and chooses to do the only sane thing: kill himself. The black man never accepts this answer, however, and he continually digs for another reason for the white man's despair. Maybe it's a total lack of community or the loss of his father or a string of bad luck. About mid-way through the play, the black man shows his cards and reveals what he thinks is the source of the white man's pain.
BLACK: Suppose I was to tell you that if you could bring yourself to unlatch your hands from around your brother’s throat you could have life everlastin?The black man comes back to this premise briefly near the end of the play:
WHITE: There’s no such thing. Everybody dies.
BLACK: That aint what he said. He said you could have life everlastin. Life. Have it today. Hold it in your hand. That you could see it. It gives off a light. It’s got a little weight to it. Not much. Warm to the touch. Just a little. And it’s forever. And you can have it. Now. Today. But you dont want it. You dont want it cause to get it you got to let your brother off the hook. You got to actually take him and hold him in your arms and it dont make no difference what color he is or what he smells like or even if he dont want to be held. And the reason you wont do it is because he dont deserve it. And about that there aint no argument. He dont deserve it. (He leans forward, slow and deliberate.) You wont do it because it aint just. Aint that so? (Silence.) Aint it?
I got to say that if it was grief that brought folks to suicide it’d be a full time job just to get em all in the ground come sundown. So I keep comin back to the same question. If it aint what you lost that is more than you can bear than maybe it’s what you wont lose. What you’d rather die than give up.The theological validity of the black man's position is open question to me at this point. He's clearly the voice of Christianity in the play, but I'm not sure how closely McCarthy's depiction of Christianity adheres to the real thing. Nor am I sure how closely McCarthy intends it to adhere. It's too early for me to decide. What do you think? Does the black man, in his attempt to diagnose the white man, express something true about human nature? Does he give voice to a Christian understanding of the human situation? More importantly, does that voice powerfully address the challenge of nihilism?
Friday, April 17, 2009
Travel Agent or Tour Guide?
I recently finished Simple Church by Thom Rainer and Eric Geiger (and, yes, I realize I am probably late to this particular party). The book was skim-worthy and overly colloquial for my tastes, but I found myself repeatedly nodding my head. I might not embrace the answers they propose in their case studies, but they push church leaders to ask the right questions: What do I expect "disciples" to look like in my congregation, and what process will help people become disciples?
Rather than offer a full review of the book (I'm sure many thorough reviews have already appeared since the book was published in 2006), I'd just like to relate one convicting metaphor:
"There is a major difference between a travel agent and a tour guide. . . . A travel agent spouts out intellectual information, hands you some brochures, and smiles. A travel agent tells you to enjoy the journey. 'Nice to meet you. Enjoy the trip.' A tour guide is different. . . . Unlike the travel agent who hands you a brochure, he goes with you on the journey. 'Nice to meet you. Get in. Let's go.'
"People need spiritual tour guides. They have had plenty of spiritual travel agents. Be a tour guide through the process of spiritual transformation in your church. Take people on a journey with you."
As church leaders, we must constantly ask ourselves if we are telling people to enjoy the journey or joining them on it. Does my ministry consist of brochure making or actual trekking?
Saturday, April 4, 2009
On the Occasion of a New Birth
Like lightning in the humid night sky
Blessing flashes brightly in a moment
And gratitude swells and rolls
Like thunder rumbling below the stars.
Thank you thank you thank you
For sending your rain on the righteous
And the wicked.