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With the extensive and rapid developments in today’s technology, our world is being transformed right before our eyes.  But the benefits of these changes have also been accompanied by some unforeseen consequences.  One example of this would be the use of cellphones while driving.  Originally thought to be just a question of texting and driving, now experts speak of the broader issue of “distracted driving.”  As a father of four, I can testify that it is not only drivers that are distracted, and that it’s not just kids who suffer from this affliction.  Truth be told, we’ve become a society of multi-taskers, which we like to rationalize as a good thing, though I have serious doubts.  It has become truly rare to see people give their full attention to just about anything, and I would like to suggest that this is ultimately to our detriment.

 

If we are not intentional, we will fall into the trap of satisfying ourselves with the quantity of items checked off our to-do list, even though we’re not doing any of them particularly well.  I have found that the things I love require some of my “undivided” attention.  Though I ascribe to the notion that we ought to pray without ceasing, I recognize that my ongoing conversation with God does not constitute my undivided attention.  I’ve found that there are times when I must divorce myself from every other thing, and simply be with Him.  Though my wife and I try to do life together as much as possible, there are times when she needs me to lay everything else aside so that she can be the object of my full attention.  Even though my kids are getting older (ages 14yrs to 21yrs), they still need for me to reserve a space that is uniquely theirs.  And when I’m the one who’s got the grandkids, I can’t allow myself to get distracted by anything else.

 

As I watch our culture change, I am concerned that we are losing our ability to give anything our full attention, and that we’re raising a generation that is largely devoid of that capacity.  If I am right about that, the results could be catastrophic, especially to our relationships.

I’m a huge fan of Charles Dickens novella, “A Christmas Carol”. Since its first publishing in 1843, it has never been out of print, and the story has been adapted many times for film, the stage, and even opera.  Its timeless theme of redemption has made it an indispensable part of our family’s Christmas tradition.  But with so many versions of the story available, it’s hard to know which way to turn.  After watching many of the popular adaptions, I have yet to find one that I would consider to be the definitive version.  Even so, several of them are very worthwhile.  As someone who values the original story, I offer the following insights.

 

“Mickey’s Christmas Carol” / “The Muppet Christmas Carol”

Though Dickens ode to Christmas ultimately ends on a hopeful note, much of the journey to get there can be dark, and may not be suitable for younger children. A couple of great ways to introduce this classic tale to the younger generation are Disney’s “Mickey’s Christmas Carol” (featuring Mickey Mouse as Bob Cratchit), or the Muppet’s version (featuring Kermit the Frog as Bob Cratchit).  Though the newer Disney version (2009 – featuring Jim Carrey) is animated, the darker elements of the story are retained, and in some cases even highlighted.

 

“Scrooge” (1935 – Featuring Seymour Hicks as Scrooge)

One of the biggest challenges that any production of this material faces is realistically portraying the supernatural elements of the story. The 1935 film version worked around this problem by simply allowing the audience to hear the spirits voices, without actually attempting to show their forms.  While this avoided the ultra-cheesy effects that hamper many adaptions, it also managed to detract from the overall story, and almost made it seem as though Scrooge might be slipping into dementia.

 

“A Christmas Carol” (1938 – Featuring Reginald Owen as Scrooge)

Not to be outdone by the 1935 British film, MGM commissioned an American production of the story just a few years later. This version is only noteworthy in that it was the first to include the spirits arriving at 1:00, 2:00 and 3:00 on the same night, while Dickens original story had them visiting on three successive nights.  This change was incorporated into most of the subsequent productions.

 

“A Christmas Carol” (1951 – Featuring Alastair Sim as Scrooge)

I’ve heard many critics refer to this as the definitive version, though I would certainly beg to differ. Something that does stand out about this film is that it includes numerous story elements that didn’t come from the original novel.  Some of these details are actually helpful (e.g. Ebenezer’s mother died giving birth to him, which is why his father doesn’t want him around, and his sister Fan died giving birth to Fred, which is why Ebenezer doesn’t want him around.), while others are simply a distraction (e.g. Ebenezer being wooed away from Fezziwig’s for more lucrative business ventures, which eventually include a company takeover, orchestrated by he and Marley.).  Fragments of this subplot involving Scrooge’s shrewd business dealings were later incorporated into other productions, most notably George C. Scott’s portrayal in the 1984, made for television version.

 

“Scrooge” (1970 Musical – Featuring Albert Finney as Scrooge)

In many ways this adaption represents the pinnacle of the available versions, though its flaws are also painfully obvious. Albert Finney’s award winning portrayal as both the young and old Scrooge is brilliant, and the overall production values of the film are light years beyond anything that preceded it.  The songs, and score, flow seamlessly with the story, and help to break up some of the drearier aspects of the tale.  On the other side of the coin, some of the special effects are embarrassingly bad.  The scenes featuring Sir Alec Guinness as Jacob Marley, and of Scrooge flying over the streets of London, are absolutely cringe-worthy; and Ebenezer’s side trip to hell is both bizarre and unnecessary.  Despite these shortcomings, Finney’s performance, and some impressive musical numbers, makes for a memorable retelling of the story.

 

“A Christmas Carol” (1984 – Featuring George C. Scott as Scrooge)

This version of the story seems to suffer from director Clive Donner’s involvement with the 1951 version of the film. Like that adaption, it incorporates elements that would indicate that Scrooge was a ruthless and shrewd business man, which fundamentally changes the character that Dickens portrayed in the original story.  In the novel, Ebenezer clings to his money like a security blanket, and uses it as a hedge against a world that largely terrifies him.  He lives like a pauper, unwilling to part with anything because of his fears of returning to a life of poverty.  Ultimately, he lords people’s indebtedness over them because it is the only sense of power he has.  Watching George C. Scott’s Scrooge swagger through the Royal Stock Exchange seems totally out of step with that characterization.  For me, Scott’s powerful stage presence actually works against him with this character, and manages to diffuse the sense of transformation at the end of the story.

 

“A Christmas Carol” (2009 – Featuring Jim Carrey as Scrooge)

There is a lot to like about this Robert Zemeckis film. The computer animation is beautiful, and it solves the problems that most productions have with realistically portraying the supernatural elements of the story.  Carrey does an admirable job voicing Scrooge, and demonstrates his range by voicing several other characters as well.  Overall, the story sticks pretty close to Dickens original material.  But at times the producers seem to get enamored of the technology, with extended sequences of dizzying effects.  These moments give the film a more cartoonish feel, and become tedious with repeated viewings.  Additionally, the gimmick of using Carrey’s likeness, and voice, in all its various incarnations, wears thin as the movie progresses.  Ultimately, the movie could have retained a more classic feel had filmmakers confined Carrey to the role of Scrooge, and let other talented voices inhabit the remaining roles.  One highlight of this film is a particularly poignant moment when an unseen Scrooge comes face to face (i.e. within inches) with a grieving Bob Cratchit.  As he stares deeply into his tear filled eyes, you can almost feel Scrooge’s heart break.  It is a surprisingly real moment, and better than I expected from an animated feature.

Our pursuit of righteousness cannot be rooted in the idea of gaining God’s approval, or even in doing what many would refer to as “His work”.  Instead, it must grow out of a sincere desire to see His character revealed in us.  The former will simply push us toward pious religious acts, while the latter will drive us into submission to God’s Spirit.

People who cannot be grateful for what they already possess have little hope of finding satisfaction in anything they might attain in the future.

I had an interesting conversation with my kids, and some of their friends, over the weekend.  They had just come from their Homecoming dance, where they had been shocked by some of the blatant sexuality displayed on the dance floor.  When my daughter said that she’d lost respect for some of her peers, one of my son’s friends chided her, saying that he felt like that was “too harsh”, and that “everyone does it”.  I let them banter for a bit before jumping into the conversation, and eventually, it turned into a discussion about sex in general.

 

The first question I asked was, “is fire a good thing or a bad thing?”  After some discussion, they decided it could be good or bad, depending on the situation.  “That’s right,” I affirmed,, “people want to over simplify things as either good, or bad, but the truth is that most things can go either way.”  “Fire in your fireplace can be great, but fire on your roof is not so good.”  “But what about a fire in your fireplace on a 90 degree day” I added.  They collectively agreed that wouldn’t be good either.  “Right again,” I said.  “There is not only a proper place for fire, but there’s also a proper time for it.”  Finally, I asked, “So would there be any problem with letting a 5 year old light the fire in the fireplace?”  Not surprisingly, they all agreed that wouldn’t be a very good idea.  “Indeed,” I replied.  “While a 5 year old might possess the hand-eye coordination for the task, it is unlikely that they would have an adequate understanding of the dangers involved with fire to do the job safely.” 

 

With that foundation laid, I steered the conversation back to the topic at hand.  “Sex is just like fire.  Sex was God’s idea, and when we follow His blueprint, it is very good.  He not only gave us the gift of sex, He also gave us the context in which it would be a great blessing to us.  But sex in the wrong context (i.e. in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people) can be just like fire on your roof – dangerous and destructive.  I believe that departing from that context has led to much of the perversion, dysfunction and destruction that have become so prevalent in our society.  Additionally, just because someone is old enough to have functioning sexual organs doesn’t mean that they have developed the maturity to safely handle such a relationship.  You guys are growing up in a culture that has largely determined that sex is good, and that having the necessary equipment qualifies you to join the party; but I can promise you that both of those philosophies are wrong.  I challenge you to watch those kids who’ve embraced that mentality, and see if you don’t start noticing smoke coming from the rooftops of their lives (e.g. depression, alcohol, cutting, drugs, suicidal thoughts…).”

 

While I believe that this was ultimately a positive discourse, I have a feeling that my kid’s friends are going to quit asking me for rides.

It is a perverse feature of human nature that the consolation of a thousand blessings can be so easily stolen by one harsh word, or difficult circumstance.

Being a committed and loving father does not guarantee that your kids will never struggle, but the failure to do so ensures that they will.

I am currently reading, “Foxe’s Book of Martyrs”, which was originally published in 1563.  While fumbling through the old English text can be a little challenging, there are also some unusual phrases that really resonate.  One of those is found in the description of the Apostle Andrew at the time of his martyrdom.  Knowing what awaited him, Foxe describes Andrew’s state as he marched toward crucifixion.  “Going toward the place, and seeing afar off the cross prepared, did neither change countenance nor colour, neither did his blood shrink, neither did he fail in his speech, his body fainted not, neither was his mind molested, nor did his understanding fail him, as it is the manner of men to do”.

 

While this is no doubt a beautiful portrait of unshakable faith, I was especially taken with the image of a mind that has been “molested”.  The word molestation has some interesting inferences, which makes it especially meaningful in this context.  Molestation almost always involves a child, or at least an innocent.  It also tends to be initiated by someone close to the victim, like a family member, a teacher, a coach, or maybe even an older child.  Often, the perpetrators of such crimes wrap their insidious intent in a cloak of legitimate authority, empathy, or even affection.   Because of this guise, these predators generally don’t have to break down the door, as their unsuspecting victims willing let them in.  And in all of this I see profound parallels to the manner in which our minds become corrupted from pure and simple devotion to the person of Jesus Christ.

 

More so than the hollow and deceptive philosophies of this world, I sense that it is the false doctrines of religion that have most defiled our understanding of Christ, and His Kingdom.  Generally, these things came to us when we were as yet still children in the faith, and dressed in their priestly robes, we succumbed to their implied authority.  Years later, and far removed from those circumstances, the taint of these formative experiences continues to stain our thinking, and distort our vision.  Like Andrew, the key to our freedom lies within a genuine relationship with the man Jesus.  We need to get past those things which have simply come to represent Him, and engage with Him actively and directly.

The Obstacle Course

What kind of words would you use to describe a father, who builds an elaborate obstacle course for his children, and then disowns them if they can’t get through it?

Would the word “compassionate” come to mind?

Would your opinion of this man improve if I told you that he took the time to write a manual to let the kids know what was expected?

Would that be enough to convince you that he was really a “good” dad?

Would you think less of him if I told you that he wrote those instructions in such a way that most of his kids don’t really understand?

Would that make you question his sense of “justice”?

What if I told you that most of his kids don’t make it, and end up fatherless?

Would that seem “merciful” to you?

Maybe those questions seem absurd.

But as I talk to lost people out in the world, this is not far from the image of God they’ve received from organized religion.

They’ve heard of all the stuff they need to do.

And of all the stuff they’d better not do.

And of the dire consequences of failing.

And we wonder at their reluctance to accept our invitation to “church”.

And we wonder at their confusion when we say, “God is love”.

And we wonder why they aren’t excited about the “good news” of the gospel.

When she walked in front of the car, she wouldn’t even look at me; and when she got in, she shut the door harder than she meant to.  I knew she was frustrated that I’d made her change clothes, but her shorts were too short and her shirt was too tight.  I understood that she wasn’t trying to be provocative, and that compared to her peers she was downright modest; but a dad has to do what he has to do.  I wanted to explain it to her, but I realized that at the moment she wasn’t ready to have that conversation.  We’d driven a few blocks in awkward silence when I noticed that one of the neighbors had a bunch of their furniture in the driveway.  Given the fact that there was a carpet company truck parked along the street, I assumed they must be getting some new carpet; but my teenaged daughter said, “Hey look, they’re having a Garage Sale”.  After doing another quick scan, I said, “I don’t see any signs for a Garage Sale.”  But she insisted, “Why else would they have all their furniture in the driveway like that?”  I then pointed out the carpet truck, and shared my theory on what was happening; but then I added, “This is ultimately the reason you had to change clothes.”  With a confused look on her face, she said, “What?”  To which I replied, “When you put all of your stuff out on display like that, people just assume it’s for sale; even if you never said so.”  It was a very quiet ride after that.