I’m weary of discussions on Christian writing and writers. Wary too. I approach them like the Enterprise meeting an Klingon Peace Delegation: shields at full power. Seeing as I fall outside the norm of evangelical opinion on this matter, I’m braced for the inevitable salvos against my work, motives, and faith, along with the general blunt force trauma of religious weird-think. It’s all rather tedious and discouraging.
However, the movie Fury rekindled my interest in the debate. Rather it reinforced my opinion. Paid to see it on the big screen. In my view, the excellent script, pace, special effects and solid performances make it a worthy addition to the old-school war movies of my youth. I’ll own it on DVD – no question. (Three words: real Tiger tank)
That said, I think the film is also a prime example of credibly integrating faith (Christianity) into a plot. In my opinion, Shia Lebeouf’s character “Bible” comes off not merely the brave soldier and comrade, but a genuinely devout and human one as well. Bible’s faith is organic without being ham-fisted and contrived. By the time we reach the final scene in the turret, the 1 John 2 exchange is as relevant and natural as it is moving.
Let’s be frank though: Fury is not a “Christian” movie. On screen kilo-deaths, hints of off-screen sex, blood, mud and dialogue that red-lines the profanity-meter like soldiers do… we’re off the Christian Broadcasting programming list. It is however a good war movie that also has a devout Christian character and explicit Christian content. All the ingredients combine to make a fine genre film, but not a sermon. Which is my point here.
Loop back to the Christian writing/writers debate – I suspect much of the friction stems from poor judgment of Market, Medium, and Motives. Gratuitous violence, sex, profanity is just that – gratuitous – and inappropriate for the Christian market. I think it also makes a poor substitute for good wordsmithing. Explicit content – Christian or otherwise – may be necessary in the writer’s chosen genre or plot. A writer’s job is to show not tell and create a credible, consistent, engaging world in which the story unfolds. Those are the demands of the medium. To hobble any literary element in the name of religion is not only dishonest but dishonoring the vocation in the sight of God. “Work must be good work before it can call itself God’s work,” Dorothy Sayers noted. A pious hack is still a hack.
The judgment against a writer’s motives is the most tangled issue. As a stained glass artisan, is my work any less inspired, any less valid if I don’t incorporate the shape of a cross into every piece? Is my faith, my salvation, or even my testimony somehow diminished if I don’t? Same for my writing. If I don’t write what amounts to a dramatized sermon, complete with salvation doctrine, (choose your denominational flavor) alter call moments and a repentance prayer, is my work less “Christian”? If my non-Christian antagonists act and speak in non-Christian ways, am I guilty by association? In the minds of some, apparently yes.
In a religion-saturated, Christ-haunted culture, do artists and writers really need to be propping up the same old insular evangelical status quo? Seems a shameful play to cheap seats if you ask me. I rather believe we are tasked with being genuine artisans striving for mastery in our respective fields of labor, implicitly and explicitly expressing the reality of Jesus’ transcendence and redemption in our work, thus engaging our calling and audience in a spirit of honesty and excellence.
Dear God I hope so.
What I find most disturbing in the debate is not the usual redefining of terms, the sloppy logic, or obfuscation of FBI and Police data, but the (not-so-subtle) implication gun owners are inherently more violent and a hair-trigger (yes, I did that) away from climbing to the top of the nearest water tower and engaging in pedestrian target practice. In my recent email exchange with Panera Bread over their anti-gun request/policy, I was told the presence of firearms upset the desired ideal of ‘Panera Warmth” in the cafe. Well sure, If I’m waving my Beretta Cx4 Storm around or firing in the air in a Jihadist-style celebratory manner. But as a licensed Class A concealed carry guy, it’s concealed. All the years I’ve been going there, never has anyone accused me of harshing their carbohydrate mellow.
(kudos to this Scott fella for tricking his out similar to mine)
They’re so damn good.
Preachers often rail against the lure and message of Hollywood and there’s something to be said there in certain instances. But Life and the world being what they are, is it any wonder people seek escapism?
In my experience, ministers called to declare ‘the greatest story ever told’ often fail to make it captivating, fail to engage the audience. Can you really fault them when the wonder of an Almighty God, His everlasting kingdom, the mystery and promise of redemption, get replaced by insipid platitudes or petty indignations? If those are the proposed alternatives, is it any wonder people prefer to spend time with Tolkien’s Bilbo rather than their Jesus?
Don’t blame Hollywood – they are who they are, doing their job. Nature abhors a vacuum – sometimes the empty seats are on you, reverend.
Chapters 4 and 5 now up. Click on the Clar1ty Wars: Under Strange Stars: Instruments of His Will or Under Strange Stars.
War is coming to Drop City.
Jealous of their power over the planet and their monopoly on the cerebral-enhancer Clar1ty, the Orbital Corporations are moving to stamp out any hint of rebellion. Seeb and her boyfriend Vasyl, along with Detectives Natesh and Cooper, are heading deeper into the dark heart of their conspiracy. Here are more snapshots from the crossfire.
Five Print copies of The Barrow Lover. Starts midnight Friday Oct. 17th. Ends midnight Tuesday, Oct. 21st. Tell a friend who might enjoy it. Thanks Goodreads Book Giveaway
Giveaway ends October 21, 2014.
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Two piece landscape installed this afternoon. Sun was coming from my left onto the surface of the panels – totally the wrong way to photograph art glass. You can’t see the high-strike mottled leaves, the subtle differences in the landscape from sandblasting, the ripples in the water… Day-um. At least they went in with no cracks, scratches or trouble.
Three more pieces remaining for this client.