Thursday, February 3, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
You Seduced Me, and I Let Myself Be Seduced
We've recently started preaching from the book of Jeremiah. This is a poem I wrote some time ago - based, in part, on Jeremiah 20
You Seduced Me, and I Let Myself Be Seduced
I remember an angry and lonely boy
disappointed by his father who was too busy with the
needs of the congregation to understand
his son’s growing disaffection.
He respected his father’s work but hated the God who called him away.
“I believe you exist,” he said to that God, “but stay the hell out of my life.”
And he waited for the sky to fall or lightning to strike,
something to show that God was listening after all.
The boy was confused by God’s continued silence;
surely this blasphemy should have provoked God to notice him.
Heal me, Go, and I’ll be healed
save me and I’ll be saved
crush me and I’ll be crushed
lift me up and I’ll live
just do something so I can know.
Where is the miraculous?
Where are the ravens to bring me bread?
Where is the burning bush, the pillar of smoke?
Where is the angel to stop the lion’s mouth for me?
And now some years later that angry lonely boy
has become a lot like his father, though he’s trying to not be too busy
with the needs of the congregation to notice the
special concerns of his own son.
He’s picked up his father’s work for the Father of us all.
“This life isn’t what I wanted” he sometimes says to God, “it wasn’t my idea.”
He feels surrounded by people who won’t listen;
dropped among jackals, and told to “feed my sheep.”
The word of God is not all honey in the mouth;
maybe this blasphemy will provoke God to notice him.
You Seduced Me, and I Let Myself Be Seduced
I remember an angry and lonely boy
disappointed by his father who was too busy with the
needs of the congregation to understand
his son’s growing disaffection.
He respected his father’s work but hated the God who called him away.
“I believe you exist,” he said to that God, “but stay the hell out of my life.”
And he waited for the sky to fall or lightning to strike,
something to show that God was listening after all.
The boy was confused by God’s continued silence;
surely this blasphemy should have provoked God to notice him.
Heal me, Go, and I’ll be healed
save me and I’ll be saved
crush me and I’ll be crushed
lift me up and I’ll live
just do something so I can know.
Where is the miraculous?
Where are the ravens to bring me bread?
Where is the burning bush, the pillar of smoke?
Where is the angel to stop the lion’s mouth for me?
And now some years later that angry lonely boy
has become a lot like his father, though he’s trying to not be too busy
with the needs of the congregation to notice the
special concerns of his own son.
He’s picked up his father’s work for the Father of us all.
“This life isn’t what I wanted” he sometimes says to God, “it wasn’t my idea.”
He feels surrounded by people who won’t listen;
dropped among jackals, and told to “feed my sheep.”
The word of God is not all honey in the mouth;
maybe this blasphemy will provoke God to notice him.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Tombs of the Blind Dead
“The lunatic is all idée fixe, and whatever he comes across confirms his lunacy. You can tell him by the liberties he takes with common sense, by his flashes of inspiration, and by the fact that sooner or later he brings up the Templars.” — Umberto Eco Foucault's Pendulum
The Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon – more commonly known as the Knights Templar – are great fun. Their connection to legends and ancient mysteries allow them to be brought into any story. They’re an all purpose sect of villains (or heroes, depending on your viewpoint, but usually villains). Do you need a mysterious and esoteric force? Summon the Templars! It worked for Umberto Eco. It worked for Dan Brown. It worked for Raymond Khoury. It even worked for Sir Walter Scott.
And it worked for Spanish film director Amando de Ossorio.
The film (first in a series of four in the Blind Dead series) is slow and creepy. It works by a gradual build up of terror. It creeps up on you, quite literally. I liked this movie. But what really struck me was the irony.
The first victim of the film is a lone female backpacker who seeks shelter in the ruins of an abandoned village. The blind Knights (looking very much like Peter Jackson’s Ring Wraiths) descend upon her and leave her corpse masticated and bloodless.
After the first Crusade captured Jerusalem in 1099 many Christian pilgrims began traveling east to visit the so-called Holy Land. And although the city of Jerusalem was under Christian control, much of the land was not. Bandits and thieves abounded and killed and robbed pilgrims –sometimes by the hundreds- as they made their way towards Jerusalem. The Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon were created as a monastic order of knights to protect these travelers.
But we rarely think of them in that capacity. They’ve become legendary for their military prowess, their acquisition of great wealth and power, and their connection to ancient and mysterious legends and artifacts like the Holy Grail and the Shroud of Turin – not for their protection of travelers.
And so watching these blind knights devour a helpless traveler affirms that very legend. They sought eternal life through strange blood sacrifices and they are doomed (according to the movie) to just that- an eternity sustained by blood.
The movie is violent and gruesome and does contain a bit of nudity so it won’t be everyone’s cup of tea. It’s also handicapped by a bit of stiff acting and a few “hunh?” moments. But it works well as an atmospheric creepshow.
Strange Note: Some distributors in the U.S. re-cut and released the movie with the title "Revenge from Planet Ape" in an effort to capitalize on the success of the Planet of the Apes (1968). A prologue was added in this cut version to make a dubious connection between the two films. The prologue explained that 3000 years ago a simian civilization of super intelligent apes struggled with man to gain control of the planet. In the end man conquered ape after a brutal battle. Afterwards the men tortured and killed the ape prisoners by piercing their eyes with red hot skewers. One of the prisoners vowed they would return from the dead to avenge man's brutality.
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