I once was lost…

I’m getting back into Lost, I think.

The show has always had this subtext, both theological and philosophical.

But as I watched the season premiere, I was really struck by what’s going on:

There’s this guy, who seems surrounded by miracles, including ones where the lame can suddenly walk.  He’s taken this journey into leadership and has emphasized the importance of faith.  This journey has brought him into conflict with military powers (the others) and representatives of the world’s powers (represented by Jack). 

This figure wants everyone to keep doing what they have been doing.  But he is ultimately abondoned by his sometimes followers.  They are scattered back into the world.  The only way for him to make this right and return everyone to the course they were meant to be on is to die.

And it seems like his death will bring about a reuinion.  There are these hints of a reseruction.  The person who is doing the most to spread the word is the man who used to persecute them all.  Hmmm… Sound familiar, anyone?

There are clearly places where the paralell falls down.  Most notably in that it seems like the John Locke character has … at best… mixed motives.  And the show was built on twisting and turning so that once you finally think you get it, it turns out there is some new wrinkle.

Just for the record, on a completely not-allegorical front, my predictions for this season:

#1) John’s resseruction will have something to do with the whole time travel thing.  Once they get everybody together, they’ll somehow go backwards and change time so that he’s not dead.  (Yes, I know that they aren’t supposed to be able to change time.  But they demonstrated that they could change time in some limited cases on the premiere.)

#2) The blonde girl– Julia?  Juliette?  (What’s her name?) She’s getting erased from time.  That’s why she’s forgetting stuff and feeling all wierd.  It’s sort-of like the Michael J. Fox character at the end of the first “Back to the Future” somebody has done something in the past that prevents her from getting born.

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The stories that speak to our soul begin at a home where things are good. Cinderella is happy with her father. The three little pigs have grown up and are ready to move on. Bilbo Baggins knows his shire. Adam and Eve walk with God in the garden. My story isn’t much different. There was a time and a place where it was so good. There was a community for me. And there was joy. We were filled with a sincere desire to do what God wanted us to do. We possessed explanations and understandings that went a certain distance. We offered security and tradition and laughter. For a lot of years, that was enough. I have this sense that it was also necessary. I have this surety, now, that it certainly wasn’t everything. There were some things that became increasingly problematic as time went by. There was a desire to package things up so very neatly. Sunday morning services were efficient and strategic. Responses to differences of opinion were premeditated. Formula began to feel more important than being real. A real desire for everybody to be one of us, but also a real sense that there is an us, and there is a them. They carried a regret that it has to be this way, but deeper than this regret was a surety that this is how it is. I began to recognize that there was a cost of admission to that group. There were people who sat at the door, collecting it. Those people wished they didn’t have to. But I guess they felt like they did have to. They let some people in, and they left others out. There was a provisional membership. My friends did possess a desire to accommodate people that are different… But it would be best for everyone concerned if they were only a little bit different. I did make many steps forward in this place. Before I went there, there were lies that I believed. Some of the things that I learned there, I still hold on to. But that place is not my home anymore. Those people are not my community anymore. There were times it was hard. I am engaged in a different community now. And I am working hard at finding a place in many different places now, embracing many different kind of families. I don’t always get it right. I am trying and I am learning and I am moving foreward. I have this sense that I am not alone in these experiences. I believe that we are tribe and we are growing. We are pilgrims, looking for a new holy land. Perhaps we won’t settle on the same spot of land. But if you’ve read this far, I am thinking that we are probably headed in the same general direction. I have begun this blog to talk about where my journey is taking me. In every space, we find people who help us along. And maybe we can get to know each other, here. We embrace ideas that provide a structure for the things we believe, and perhaps we can share these too. Maybe we can form a group, a tribe, a community, if we can figure out a way to work through the shadow of these kinds of groups, if we can bigger than the us-and-them ideas that have caused so much trouble in the past. As important as they are, I think the very nature of online interactions will lend itself to something equally powerful. I am stumbling onto these practices that my grandfathers and great grandfathers in the faith engaged in. I am learning about these attitudes and intuitions are so different than the kinds of things we call doctrine today. I don’t know about you, but I am running out of patience, and even interest, in conversations about doctrine. I hope that maybe you’ll share a little something about where your journey is taking you, and maybe our common joys and challenges might help each other along, and we might lift each other up. Thanks for doing this journey with me.

One thought on “I once was lost…”

  1. There appears to NEED to be a reunion, but forces seem to be conspiring to prevent it . . . (I hate the thought of Sun–and Kate?–teaming up with Widmore.)

    Also–it isn’t Juliette who’s forgetting stuff–it’s Charlotte, the red-head. That’s a good theory, though. Let’s see if you’re right . . .

    Who do you think the Dharma-tape-guy’s baby is? I think that baby matters.

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