The year was 2001 and I was a high school sophomore with a
pretty good idea that what I wanted to be in life was a pastor, which is not exactly the typical thing a
sophomore in high school wants to be so I wasn’t one to talk much about it. I
also had many ideas about what a good Christian pastor looked like— the kind of interests he had, the kind of music he listened to, the things he should be doing and not doing. I had all these
things floating around my head, and one of the particular things I believed was
this idea that a person can choose either to live in reality or escape from reality,
and that Christians are supposed to live in the real world. I had just read The Sun Also Rises by Hemingway and The
Great Gatsby by Fitzgerald and found myself disturbed that people would
choose parties and alcohol and
casual relationships as an alternative
to a purposeful life. As a Christian I felt not only that I should be doing the right things but also that I need not bother wasting any time reading fanciful stories or watching many movies or anything that might suggest an alternative to that good, Christian life. I believed, in short, that everything should be explicitly Christian for it to be good.
So, here I
was a sophomore in high school when my family decided to go to a movie on
Thanksgiving following our family get-together, as was often our custom. And
they decided we would see the newly released Harry Potter and the Sorceror’s Stone. I knew a little about this movie.
I had occasionally heard my mom and my brother reading from the Harry Potter series; it was the most
popular series of books in the world at the time, but I had more or less completely ignored it to that point. My disinterest didn’t have so much to
do with witchcraft, which I knew
that some Christians were upset about, though maybe that was in the back of my
mind too, I’m not sure. But I think I
didn’t really care about it because I thought there was nothing here of
redeeming Christian value. It wasn’t explicitly Christian; it wasn’t telling me
about Jesus or about how to live as a person who follows Jesus, so it seemed
like a distraction from reality.
So I went
to this movie expecting not very much. Well, about halfway through I found
myself having an unexpected experience: I was becoming deeply affected by the
characters and themes of this movie. Maybe some of you have had this experience
with different things in your life. It might have been a book or a movie or a
TV show or a play or a piece of music or something else—something that was like
an onion, which, when peeled away, gave you a better and better understanding of life. In that theater,
that day, I realized, even if I couldn’t have ever put it into words as a 15-year-old, that I was living the
Christian life in the wrong way. I was trying to isolate myself from everything
bad in the world in order that I might
be a good Christian when a Christian is actually supposed to go toward what is rotten and point to Christ
where you least expect him, because the true radicalness of the gospel is
that death and life are turned upside down by Jesus.
‘Death has been swallowed up
in victory.’
‘Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?’
‘Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?’
-1 Corinthians 15:55