Weekend Musings
Before I spew what is being simmering for the past couple of days, I want to take a deep breath. Yes, yes I know this is supposed to be a blog of mostly lyrical reflections, but....can anyone be unmoved by the events of this weekend?
Me family went to see Over the Hedge as an "othercott" to the DaVinci Code. Over the weeks, I've read, mulled and meditated over all the prolific writing that has mushroomed in the wake of the book and the movie. What interested me most was the reaction of my mother. You see, my mother is a cradle Catholic from a tiny village in Goa, India. Portuguese missionaries were responsible for spreading the faith (we won't go into arguments here whether that faith was spread or coerced) generations ago in that tiny coast state. My mom reads and writes in her native Konkani, interestingly in Roman script. Until 4 years ago she had no access to a Bible in her language because no one had attempted to translate the Bible in Roman-Konkani for the local masses. A few years ago someone printed the New Testament and sent mom a copy - oh, the joy and wonder in her eyes, made me ashamed of how little I valued my education and the good fortune to have the freedom to read and meditate on God's Word.
I have brought her up to speed about what the DVC controversy is all about and all that has transpired since. What struck me most through all this was her reaction; starting with one of typical anger and then of profound grief. Remember that she does not completely understand the history of the Church, she has only recently started reading and meditating on the New Testament. She has no inkling of how the books came together, what the Crusaders did or didn't or what happened in the 5th or 6th century. I've told her the harsh past of the Catholic church and she has seen firsthand how the scandal in America has created holes in our armor. Through all this her faith is childlike (I know some are going "yeah, more like ignorant") - no, I repeat, her's is the faith like in the song:
We walk by faith and not by sight; no gracious words we hear
of Him who spoke as none e'er spoke; but we believe him near
I understand that faith because my love for Jesus is like that - with all my imperfections I cling to my Savior, with my sometimes wavering trust I hold on to his feet. And thus, I went through varying emotions over the week. When I saw the lines waiting outside the theatres I felt anger, disbelief and sorrow over how "curiosity" had driven people to see for themselves if the fiction they had read or heard about indeed translated into fact. I know scholars have debunked most of the theories put forth by Dan B, but will a nation, many who pronounce Iraq as "I"raq or who do not know where South and North Africa are on the map really understand dry history as compared to cool Hollywood "faction"?
All that I am able to utter at the end of the day is "How long my Lord? You inspire some to praise you and others to defile your sacred name. See how you have been yet again been handed over. How long my Lord?"
Me family went to see Over the Hedge as an "othercott" to the DaVinci Code. Over the weeks, I've read, mulled and meditated over all the prolific writing that has mushroomed in the wake of the book and the movie. What interested me most was the reaction of my mother. You see, my mother is a cradle Catholic from a tiny village in Goa, India. Portuguese missionaries were responsible for spreading the faith (we won't go into arguments here whether that faith was spread or coerced) generations ago in that tiny coast state. My mom reads and writes in her native Konkani, interestingly in Roman script. Until 4 years ago she had no access to a Bible in her language because no one had attempted to translate the Bible in Roman-Konkani for the local masses. A few years ago someone printed the New Testament and sent mom a copy - oh, the joy and wonder in her eyes, made me ashamed of how little I valued my education and the good fortune to have the freedom to read and meditate on God's Word.
I have brought her up to speed about what the DVC controversy is all about and all that has transpired since. What struck me most through all this was her reaction; starting with one of typical anger and then of profound grief. Remember that she does not completely understand the history of the Church, she has only recently started reading and meditating on the New Testament. She has no inkling of how the books came together, what the Crusaders did or didn't or what happened in the 5th or 6th century. I've told her the harsh past of the Catholic church and she has seen firsthand how the scandal in America has created holes in our armor. Through all this her faith is childlike (I know some are going "yeah, more like ignorant") - no, I repeat, her's is the faith like in the song:
We walk by faith and not by sight; no gracious words we hear
of Him who spoke as none e'er spoke; but we believe him near
I understand that faith because my love for Jesus is like that - with all my imperfections I cling to my Savior, with my sometimes wavering trust I hold on to his feet. And thus, I went through varying emotions over the week. When I saw the lines waiting outside the theatres I felt anger, disbelief and sorrow over how "curiosity" had driven people to see for themselves if the fiction they had read or heard about indeed translated into fact. I know scholars have debunked most of the theories put forth by Dan B, but will a nation, many who pronounce Iraq as "I"raq or who do not know where South and North Africa are on the map really understand dry history as compared to cool Hollywood "faction"?
All that I am able to utter at the end of the day is "How long my Lord? You inspire some to praise you and others to defile your sacred name. See how you have been yet again been handed over. How long my Lord?"
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