Wednesday, May 23, 2007


Ok ... I'm about to admit to a new addiction. Max and I are totally wrapped up in the television series "LOST". This is a darned cool mystery. My sister has been watching it for the last three years. I didn't even start watching it because I'm at church every Wednesday evening. But, for the last two years, I've purchased the DVD sets for her for Christmas so that she can catch up on the episodes she missed.

She brought them to me last week.

Max and I started watching them Sunday evening. We watched 5 episodes. We watched 15 episodes on Monday (I really was sick - thank heavens I didn't have to move while watching television). We watched 7 episodes last night and six this evening. We're 8 episodes into the second season and there are two totally addicted humans in this house. It's so much fun.

And, it's one of the saddest things I've ever experienced!

Now, before I get going, I have to tell you that from here on out, there is every probability I'm going to sound extremely pious. I don't mean to ... I can't help it!

There's no "God" in this television show. At all! There are a large number of people stranded on this island with terrible things happening all around them and to them. They have no idea where they are, or what the awful things are on the island. The mystery is amazing. But, they are constantly dealing with "only out for myself" attitudes from every character. The self-sacrifices that happen are rare and only from a few people.

Living with a 'Christian Worldview' as I do, I am having a lot of trouble with this. If I were stranded on the island with this group of people, I can't imagine that I wouldn't have an affect on them. There's no affection between these people - barely any between family members that have been stranded together. They have 'funerals' for dead people where they read off a litany of the information found on the body. Locke's faith is in the island ... he believes that it is guiding him. Max says that they discovered a Bible in one of the sections of the plane and left it there when some unknown animal / being from the island destroyed the pilot (in a very gruesome death). So, of the hundreds of people on this plane, there was only one Bible? Wow ...

It seems that there are specific people that were chosen to live and made it to the island. Did all of the Christians die in the crash? Am I going to discover that Mr. Eko brings Christ to the camp? Who knows ...

These people are lost ... that's obvious. And I don't expect Hollywood to toss Christianity into a plot, that's not the purpose of my short rant here. I love this series - and am having a ball watching it. I suspect that the reason I'm so overwhelmed by this lack of God among these poor people could be that I'm watching it so intently. Maybe when I can get into the regular series this fall, I will feel like it's normal. But, right now! Being Lost means a lot more to me than having a group of people stranded on a very strange desert island. It also means that there is so little hope.

"We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, where Jesus, who went before us, has entered on our behalf. He has become a high priest forever, in the order of Melchizedek." Hebrews 6:19-20

I am not LOST, I'm so thankful for the hope that gets me through the desert island of this life on earth. On the day of my birth, I was stranded far from home. I'm living here, making a life that will be what I do until I die and head home again. I have hope - in a Savior that died so my life on earth would be filled with the knowledge that God is my creator and cares for me. And you know what? I have my Bible with me.

1 comment:

cody said...

pious indeed. ;)