Monday, November 24, 2008

There Will Be Blood


We watched the movie "There Will Be Blood" this weekend. I watched to see Daniel Day Lewis' Oscar performance and I have to say, I'm confused. I thought the acting was tremendous. Daniel Day Lewis fully immersed himself to be a man whose character, Daniel Plainview, is anything but in plain view.

The story is simple enough. Plainview is an oil man who leases land in California to drill and ends up in an agreement with Union Oil to build an oil line to the Pacific Ocean. But in the middle, I was caught up with Plainview's character. A man who seeming is driven by greed and shuns people as a way to be isolated from love and community. We never see Plainview speak of love or women, just associates who come in and out of his life. The one person he does love is his son, H.W., who he adopts after one of his workers die in a drilling accident. But after a freak accident in which H.W. loses his hearing, Plainview cannot reconcile the love he has for his little boy to a frustrating and often hurting soul that cannot heal his impairment. His nemesis in the movie are not other business associates, but a young man who claims to be a church healer, a person whose hubris in being the minister of the church leads him and Plainview to be at odds over who runs the town. Is it the healer, who's congregation is blinded by his over zealous messages of faith healing, who the people turn to? Or is it the oil man who is giving them money as he makes millions off as he dries up their fields of natural resources?

I can't decide if I really like this movie or if I just like it. The story ends abruptly [I won't give it away here] and we were left with going to the computer to see what it was about. I told the wife the part of me that's having a hard time reconciling with this movie is the idea of redemption is missing for me. Normally, a story has a character who goes through a redemptive process that makes us want to relate to him/her. Here, I just couldn't relate to Plainview. Or, I didn't want to.

For those who've seen it, give me your thoughts. It'll help me sort through some questions I have about the movie.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Valjean


I have been thinking about identity recently.  I know history tells us names of individuals has significance, like when my wife reminded me that Leah named her first born with Jacob as Ruben, meaning he has seen my misery.  A testament to her status as Jacob's less favored wife. The identity that God reveals to Moses as Yahweh, or I Am.   He revealed Himself and dwelt in the temple Solomon built in 2 Chronicles.  

This idea of identity was enforced when I recently listened to the music from Les Miserable'.  The protagonist, Jean Valjean, goes through different identities in the story to stave off Javert, the self-righteous police inspector who will do anything to catch Valjean.  The beginning of the musical has a very intense and strong interaction between Valjean and Javert.  Valjean had been imprisoned in jail because he stole a loaf of bread from a baker so his sister and her child wouldn't starve to death.  He was then imprisoned for another 14 years because he tried to escape.  In the prison, he was merely known by a number, prisoner 24601.  For 19 years, that was his identity.  And when he was finally up for parole, Javert calls him by his prison identity:

[Javert]
Five years for what you did
The rest because you tried to run
Yes, 24601

[Valjean]
My name is Jean Valjean

[Javert]
And I'm Javert
Do not forget my name!
Do not forget me, 24601

The insistence on calling Valjean 24601 is something that clearly offends Valjean.  He has a name.  And his name is not 24601.  The identity that we all find in our names becomes a birth right.  We feel entitled to be called by our given name.  When someone mispronounces my name, I feel compelled to correct them, to make sure they know when they talk to me, the correct identity is addressed.  

So when I think about my identity in Christ, it's tough to see what that looks like.  It's difficult to know what my identity is in Jesus.  Don't I have my own identity?  Wouldn't Jesus want me to have my own identity, separate from Tom, Dick, and Harry?  The answers seem academic.  "Well, we are to live our lives for Christ and thus, we place His identity as our own."  But soon I realize that that's not what I am confused about nor am I questioning.  What has made me think so deeply about identity is that God created me to be who I am.  And He accepts and loves me for who I am.  And who I am is different than anyone else, so what is this identity?  I can't say I have truly heard God say, "Your identity is..."  The wife and I had a good conversation last night about purpose.  The purpose God gave each of us.  What is my purpose?  Or more deeply, what is my identity?

In the story, Valjean becomes a respectable citizen after he leaves prison, and takes on another identity, that of Father Mandeleine.  When Javert senses that Father Mandeleine is actually Valjean, he moves in to arrest him, but the police tells Javert they have found the real Valjean [in actuality, it's another person they think is Valjean].  What will Valjean do?  Will he allow an innocent man to be condemned or will he face the truth and reveal himself to be the real Valjean?

[Valjean]
Who am I?
Can I condemn this man to slavery?
Pretend I do not see his agony?
This innocent who bears my face
Who goes to judgment in my place
Who am I?

Can I conceal myself forevermore?
Pretend I'm not the man I was before?
And must my name until I die
Be no more than an alibi
Who am I?

How can I face my fellowmen?
How can I face myself again?
My soul belongs to God, I know
I made that bargain long ago
He gave me hope when hope was gone
He gave me strength to journey on

Who am I?  Who am I?
I'm Jean Valjean

And so Javert you see it's true
This man bears no more guilt than you
Who am I?
24601!

Valjean does the right thing by handing himself over to Javert.  His identity isn't, truly, 24601, but it's Jean Valjean, the man who's "soul belongs to God".  The identity is not Father Mandeleine.  It's not even 24601.  But it's the man who's identity God created.  A man of justice.  A man of truth.

To align with God's identity for me is a difficult journey.  There are seasons in my life where I am Father Mandeleine, the citizen of the year award who takes in prostitutes like Fantine and cares for her daughter Cossett.  The are seasons when I'm the law breaker, the one who justifies stealing a loaf of bread to feed the hungry.  But God's identity for me does not change.  It is the same yesterday, as it is today, as it will be tomorrow.  I can try to be different people - people whose identity I feel I need to be.  But God's identity for me is not Father Mandeleine or 24601.  It's an identity that is true to my soul.  Party of this identity is to be worshipful.  To worship the one who has not creator.  To worship the one who desires and deserves my worship.  That alone invades the inner core being - to worship Him with an integrated life of work and personal lives.  There is no recipe, there is not thunderous voice from heaven.  But there is the Holy Spirit who intervenes and intercedes for me and I do it in my gut.  But another question arises.  Am I willing to be who God created me?  Or am I too comfortable being another person?  It is a good question.  Who am I?  Who am I?  This journey continues with questions and seemingly few answers.  But I belief the Holy Spirit is at work and it will help with that burning flame in my stomach to come alive at the right time.