Disney, Disney, Disney. Is my diatribe against them, really? No, I don't hate Disney. Yes, I'll admit I hate a lot of their political agendas and their insistence on making their princesses out of airbrushed Playboy bunnies and how that (now) most of the men in their stories are bumbling idiots or bad guys (I guess they're just mirroring the current attitudes about men in TV and advertising). A normal, healthy family can't be found in their stories and usually parents are as stupid as those leading men. Think about it. I guess I have to admit that's a diatribe. And that would make me a curmudgeon.
Do I hate Mickey and the Magic Kingdom? No. But it's like so many things in our culture... I think you can enjoy things, like a cute cartoon or a movie or a comic book. We can laugh at something funny or read a fluffy book just for entertainment. What I think is wrong, however, is letting these things lead us. Or define us. That we don't ponder the deeper things in life, that we don't question the message behind the fluff. Are there subtle things that are undermining our basic ideals and morals? Do we care?
We need to be living mindfully, not just moseying along life's river, oblivious to the alligators lurking under the surface. Because they are there. And they have eaten many of us and many of our children. And there's that other creature: lemmings. In my earlier article, I referred to lemmings....little rodents. They occasionally do a strange thing -- they will gather in large groups and then begin running, faster and faster. They move as one, picking up other lemmings along the way. When they are confronted with a cliff or a body of water, they pay no heed and scamper, pell-mell, right off the cliff or into the water, to their deaths. This is what I see happening to our young people. So many of them are running life's races being led by their peers, not by their parents. Our culture is saturated with messages that parents, and men in particular, are weak and stupid and not worth listening to. So where are they getting their wisdom? God? Themselves? Their parents? Their teachers? With the advent of so much technology, media and instant gratification, we are getting farther and farther away from the serenity that comes from the simple act of thinking. We don't even have to reason anymore....our answers are only a few keystrokes away.
So my beef isn't with Disney, per se. Disney is a corporation made up of some very savvy business people and a boatload of amazingly creative mortals. They've made a whole universe of fantasy that takes us away from reality for awhile and entertains the masses. But even as creative and beautiful a world as they have constructed, there are walls to it. I was sitting on a bench at Disney Downtown (basically a giant outdoor mall with 10,000 reasons to buy overpriced cute stuff and food) in front of a shop that had decorative things for your house. Yes, you can buy Disney things for the kitchen. I was amazed at the lack of creativity in that particular store. Of all places, this should be over the top. Even with all their creativity, it was constrained by the brand and the trademark.
Now I sound like a gripey old lady who doesn't want to have fun. Quite the contrary. We live in an amazing world, in a basically still-free country, where the possibilities are endless. God made us, and intended us to enjoy and delight in this world. Technology is changing, expanding at an exponential rate, and keeping up with it is challenging. But with all this, there comes a price. It takes us being intentional to move beyond the fireworks and sparkles, to keep our humanness and relationships meaningful. I have recently gone to events where most of the people were immersed in their phones, not talking or reaching out to one another, and certainly not talking to the strangers. Tragic. Because I have found, in my inquisitive years, that everyone has a story, a life, and something they care about. Each individual matters. But if our eyes and minds are immersed in our phones and locked onto only our canned little worlds and peers, we will miss the one passing us by. Or sitting beside us on the bus. Or dying next door.
It really gets down to God. It's becoming fashionable to be an atheist or an agnostic. If there's no God, hey, nothing matters anyway. We're just bags of chemicals trying to survive and get us some. We're so smart, thinking ourselves to be God, we are becoming fools. In the spin I'm hearing all around, it often gets said that no one can prove the existence of God and there's no way to know if he is real. Have you looked at the intricate wings on a ladybug, the sweet eyes of a baby staring back at you, the wind and rain, the moon lining up at just the right gravitational juncture to keep the tides at bay, the exquisite dance of man, beast and nature that keeps the circles of life circling? I can hold up a simple, empty Coca-Cola bottle and no one would ever believe that it just made itself. How much more do the untold fathoms of details and designs that make up this insanely complex world prove that it was planned and that it has a grand purpose? God is here. Our sin is here. We need redemption and He sent it in Christ. Our cracked selves and imperfect world need a Savior. There's no amount of technology and entertainment that can fix that. But there's a Well in the wilderness who can. Cry out to Him while it is still day.
Now I sound like a gripey old lady who doesn't want to have fun. Quite the contrary. We live in an amazing world, in a basically still-free country, where the possibilities are endless. God made us, and intended us to enjoy and delight in this world. Technology is changing, expanding at an exponential rate, and keeping up with it is challenging. But with all this, there comes a price. It takes us being intentional to move beyond the fireworks and sparkles, to keep our humanness and relationships meaningful. I have recently gone to events where most of the people were immersed in their phones, not talking or reaching out to one another, and certainly not talking to the strangers. Tragic. Because I have found, in my inquisitive years, that everyone has a story, a life, and something they care about. Each individual matters. But if our eyes and minds are immersed in our phones and locked onto only our canned little worlds and peers, we will miss the one passing us by. Or sitting beside us on the bus. Or dying next door.
It really gets down to God. It's becoming fashionable to be an atheist or an agnostic. If there's no God, hey, nothing matters anyway. We're just bags of chemicals trying to survive and get us some. We're so smart, thinking ourselves to be God, we are becoming fools. In the spin I'm hearing all around, it often gets said that no one can prove the existence of God and there's no way to know if he is real. Have you looked at the intricate wings on a ladybug, the sweet eyes of a baby staring back at you, the wind and rain, the moon lining up at just the right gravitational juncture to keep the tides at bay, the exquisite dance of man, beast and nature that keeps the circles of life circling? I can hold up a simple, empty Coca-Cola bottle and no one would ever believe that it just made itself. How much more do the untold fathoms of details and designs that make up this insanely complex world prove that it was planned and that it has a grand purpose? God is here. Our sin is here. We need redemption and He sent it in Christ. Our cracked selves and imperfect world need a Savior. There's no amount of technology and entertainment that can fix that. But there's a Well in the wilderness who can. Cry out to Him while it is still day.
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