lost in translation

As I sat listening to Nancy Pearcey, my pen wavered, scribbled, wavered, and surrendered. Her masterful articulation put my pen strokes to shame. I won't try to summarize or capture her description of Francis Schaeffer's two story dichotomy in our society today. For that, I will wait to dive into the pages of Saving Leonardo: A Call to Resist the Secular Assault on Mind, Morals, and Meaning.

For now, I want to mention one thought: lost in translation.

When Pearcey was asked, "How can we bring this message to our culture today - what do we do practically to get this message out?" at the end of her seminar, she lamented a dreadful linguistic loss. She sighed, "Well, we talk about it."

Sadly, it's hard to find words and harder to find conversants. As we rush into "progress" and grow out of our too-small, sacred shoes, the Gospel gets lost in translation. As Makoto Fujimura, prominent NYC artist, describes it,

“We, today, have a language to celebrate waywardness, but we do not have a cultural language to bring people back home.”

Tonight, I watched the film 50/50 with some friends. I was struck by all the ways language broke down around the main character diagnosed with cancer. His friend fails to communicate love as he follows the haphazard advice of a book. His girlfriend can't find words to describe her guilt. His therapist can only speak textbook and theory. His father speaks the language of forget and his mother, worry. And he, the main character, tries hard to speak no language at all.

Today, we have all sorts of language to walk people out to the ledge, but (in all our progress) we struggle to give a living translation of the Gospel in a way that brings people to the only safe Refuge.

God designed us for relationship - a right relationship with Him and Creation. So far, we've used great word wizardry to narrate - even glorify - the ways these relationships are wrong. We flood the cinemas with the drama and doom of this language. We overwhelm bookshelves with this unsettling lexicon.

So where is the Gospel in the language of this culture?

let LOVE fly like cRaZy