George Lucas: God of his Universe.

Disclaimer: this is not written to be an in depth discussion of Star Wars, Star Wars Fans, George Lucas or any debates or conflicts resulting therein. It is (more precisely) an observation of an interesting (though flawed) metaphor that results from those relationships. Understand that I am in no way claiming George Lucas is perfect or without some wrong doing. This post is more about fan reactions than George himself.

I recently watched a documentary, The People vs George Lucas. The film details the fan reactions to George Lucas’s work, both the good and the bad. They note the fan reactions to the original trilogy, who Lucas was during those times and (as you might expect) the the rather hateful reaction that came as a result of the lackluster prequel trilogy.

I entered the documentary with an obvious bias. I must say the film did a good job of presenting a relatively balanced collection of arguments. I’d love to go into more detail about that, but my purpose in this post is slightly different.

You see three of the many commentors in the documentary made statements that intrigued me.

The first was a rather animated gentleman behind a microphone at an open mike sort of event, who proclaimed loudly about how Lucas had given people a new religion that was preferred to that of their parents.

The second, a bespectacled fellow with scraggly hair and an ironic t-shirt of some kind, very plainly stated that at the end of the day, Star Wars is George Lucas’ creation, so he has final say in it.

The third, a balding man with a prominent mustache, stated that he had made (one of many) redone versions of Phantom Menace (called a “fanedit). He further noted that his motivation was premised on the fact that the prequel films and the alterations to the originals were “not part of my Star Wars.”

People vs George…

You see, essentially the argument is that the universe was created and is sustained by Lucas, but that the fans should have a say in what is and is not allowed. They bring up countless classic arguments (Han Shot FIrst, Adding Jaba in Episode IV, etc) and posed that at the least George should not force these on the fans (there is a plea to release the original trilogy in their unaltered state) and at the most he should forsake these things and respond as the fans would dictate.

SIDENOTE: WIthout going much further I’ll just point to the fact that in the case of the series Lost paying too much attention to the fans was part of the writers’ downfall.

Drawing a Parallel…

There seems to be merit to this argument, right? After all, the universe exists for the fans to enjoy. They put a lot (financially, emotionally and sometimes physically) into this universe. So, if the introductions of Lucas’s expanded rules (Mediclorians), or introduction of new things (Jar Jar) is hard for the fans to swallow or truly enjoy, then he should at the very least apologize and empower them to undo the damage he has done right?

Too often, I think this is what we see in the way people talk about religion or God. We see people (and ourselves) consistently calling for us to ignore the basic tenants of Christianity, because they are inconvenient or because we down right don’t like them, and much like the Star Wars fans we feel entitled to make such demands. But (to borrow from a commentor) the universe is God’s creation, so He has final say in it.

We often sound like our fan counter parts, proclaiming that a certain thing we read in the Bible doesn’t sound like “My God.” This stems from a self-centered idea of creation. Neither God, nor Lucas, made their creation first and foremost for the pleasure and enjoyment of anyone but themselves. Lucas had a story he wanted to tell; so did God. Both had in mind for others to enjoy it, but as they created they had a grander idea in mind than simply satisfying us.

When that self-first mindset takes hold and we find things that run contrary to how we with them to be, we develop this sort of love-hate relationship. It becomes a series of statements like “I love what you did here, but I would change some things over here… And that idea over there? Well that’s just a bad idea so let’s pretend it isn’t there… Oh and I have a great idea. I know it’s the opposite of what you said you wanted, but I really think if you just hear me out you’ll see that I’m smarter than you about how your creation should be.” 

Where the metaphor breaks down…

You may not like the parallel between fans of a movie franchise and followers of God, and I will admit it becomes a labored metaphor anytime a man is used in God’s place to make a metaphor, because that man is not perfect. Beyond that fans are not the creation of the filmmaker, but there is a principal that cannot be missed here. Both a fan and a follower have a purpose to enjoy the works of the creator, but they do not have a right to alter the creator’s work.

And even though Lucas actively enables much of the parody that is sent his way (creating contests, providing soundboards, etc) ultimately, he is interested in what he has created and not the reactions to it. God concerns Himself with both, but that does not mean He will make corrections based on your whims. God created a universe that praises Him without ceasing. He populated it with a variety of creatures, including us. Then, he began to introduce more to us. First the Law, and then the Cross. In doing this He does not poll humanity. In fact, one of the only true times God does as people would have Him do (giving Israel a king), is structured in such a way as to demonstrate why they should trust him. God acts on His will alone.

Conclusion…

Consistently in this life, we run up against aspects of how God intends our world to be that do not gel with our own self-focused desires. I wonder if when we do, we sound as petty to him as fans do to Lucas. I wonder if all of our complaining and rebelling is met with the same basic reaction, “This is my universe to do with as I please. I wish you would appreciate what I’m trying to show you and quit trying to alter it.” This world and the people in it were created to glorify God and no amount of raging against His desire for us to do so changes that.

I don’t know about how George feels about his fans, but I know how God feels. He would not want us to live in an existence aligned with His purposes in this universe if He cared nothing for us. There is a reason He perseveres with us through all of the ranting, raving, editing, revising, boycotting, petitioning and slandering that He sees us do against him. There is a reason He remains after we talk only about how He inconveniences us…

He loves us.

 

 

I hope you could take something from this. Again I don’t write this without knowing that it is an imperfect metaphor, but hopefully you can see that the real issue has little to do with Star Wars and much more to do with our reaction to God.

October

October and I don’t get along.

It’s my favorite season and yet two of the worst events of my life seem to find their origins in this month.

7 years ago, my family began to fall apart.
Last year, my Granny was diagnosed with late stage cancer.

But I have to admit, some great memories have come from it as well. This month was when I first interviewed for the job I now hold. This month was when I began to for friendships with the men with which I pledged.

It’s a rocky relationship between me and October (after all I’m a Braves fan), and there’s no magic moral here, just a reflection on a potent month in my life.

Sam’s Speech

Sam: “I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.”
Frodo: “What are we holding onto, Sam?”
Sam: “That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.”

Lament for the Rohirrim

“Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?”

On Our Way to Somewhere

Metaphor

…a poem with notes.

 

In her book on writing and life Bird by Bird, Anne Lamott devotes a chapter to the topic of index cards. She quotes Henry James, “A writer is someone on whom nothing is lost,” and explains that she keeps cards and pens around the house, and a folded card in her back pocket when she goes out. If she has an idea, or sees or overhears something memorable, she writes it down on her card.

Lamott wrote her book in 1994, before we all started using computers and carrying cell phones. And today I take a lot of notes with my iPhone. But I valued this lesson from Anne’s book, and it served me so well for so long, that I usually still carry cards with me. I prefer 3×5 inch cards, blank on both sides, but that’s not important.

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Which Begs The Question?

This is a great example of a misused phrase.

Books I Read

In the “today I learned” department, I had heretofore had no idea that the phrase “begs the question” is a fallacy and should not be used. Here’s Wikipedia’s explanation:

Begging the question is one of the classic informal fallacies in Aristotle’s Prior Analytics. Some modern authors consider begging the question to be a species of circulus in probando (Latin, “circle in proving”) or circular reasoning. Were it not begging the question, the missing premise would render the argument viciously circular, and while never persuasive, arguments of the form “A therefore A” are logically valid because asserting the premise while denying the self-same conclusion is a direct contradiction. In general, validity only guarantees the conclusion must follow given the truth of the premises. Absent that, a valid argument proves nothing: the conclusion may or may not follow from faulty premises—although in this particular example, it’s self-evident that the conclusion is…

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Why we’re so ready for college football

Everything comes in normal natural cycles. My favorite part of that cycle begins in a week. College football.

I’m an Auburn fan, and of course that means this year holds a lot of promise (not hard to have a better season than last year), but I’m not writing about them.

I’m writing about an interesting phenomena that I’ve been observing among many fans. Specifically, I care more about the college football season starting than I ever have. It’s the same among my old school friends and even my coworkers. No one can recall ever being this ready for the season to start. I think I know why.

Johnny Manziel. Now don’t get me wrong, I think the Heisman-winner is a complete doofus, but let me lay out the theory.

Normally, late July is the slowest month in terms of sports news. The NBA playoffs are long over, The MLB is in their dog days, when the fans dwindle because of the heat and no game feels like it matters all that much (a feeling which fades as we approach September). The All-Star break is a welcome diversion, but it is immediately followed by the day the sports worlds stands still (that is to say the day when no major American sports are being played). And in terms of Football, there is little to be said. Practices (both professional and collegiate) don’t begin for another few weeks and until then there is little to be said outside of headlines about players in scandal.

If you’re a sports fan you know what I mean. It’s the season when your ESPN phone alert goes off and you hardly care to look. Unless your favorite baseball team is putting on a show (Like the recent streaks of the Braves and Dodgers) there is hardly any reason to turn on a sports channel.

It is during this time that we, the college football fans, think longingly about what comes in a month. But in late July that promise of fandom fulfilled is still too far off to really hold on to. In fact it feels in many ways as if time stands still for college football during that period of time. Sure there are a few blips on the recruiting radar, and maybe a player has been dismissed for some offseason conduct, but none of it really pushes the sport to the front of your mind.

What I have just described is what I’ve experienced in late July and early August most of my sport-loving life. But this year was different, because of Johnny Manziel. Normally nothing is happening that has implications for the landscape of college football as a whole, but Johnny and his infamous friend Uncle Nate changed that.

July 13th, Johnny leaves the Manning Passing Academy amid facts that he missed practices and rumors that he was out late partying the night before. This event alone didn’t really push college football to the mind of anyone who wasn’t already thinking about it. By this point any dedicated fan of Texas A&M was aware of some of the shenanigans their beloved QB had been up to. Poorly thought out tweets and crazy parties among them.

For many of us college football fans this was irritating. Especially since the one brief taste of football was approaching for SEC fans: SEC media days. but all of the focus of the event was on Johnny Football. So though I walked away from the news I read coming out of the event glad to hear the first few snippets from my favorite teams caoch, I was also thinking about Manziel.

But it was still about a month from the start of real practices at this point, and though our ears were pricked about the world of college football. We all might have just laid back down and slept until our respective schools began to have real news come out.

But even as the media continued, day in and day out, to talk about Manziel, I don’t think it would have had the effect on our collective psyche that it did, if august 4th had been a quieter day. That was when the allegations first arouse that Manziel (with the help of his drinking buddy and handler, Uncle Nate) had been signing footballs and other gear in exchange for payment.

I don’t feel like getting into an argument over amateurism and pay-for-play schemes right now (I’ll leave that to the pundits), but this event is the smoking gun of our wild desire to watch ball be played. You see this investigation became a daily saga. All manner of news outlets and social media were pushing the storylines. and so what had been just a small spike in our awareness of the coming football season, instead became the start of our football focused minds.

I started this post by saying that things come in cycles. Normally we start to really consider the upcoming season, when notes start coming out of practice. But thanks to Mr. Johnny Hancock’s signatures on footballs, many of us (especially the fans of SEC football) have been talking about college football for a few extra weeks. Ultimately, talking about it has made us care a lot more than we usually do.

This isn’t to say that we care more about seeing our team play. Really that the anticipation is at an incredible high.

“Give yourself an even greater challenge than the one you are trying to master and you will develop the powers necessary to overcome the original difficulty.”

– William Bennett

What was said t…

What was said to the rose that made it open was said to me here in my chest.

What was told the cypress that made it strong and straight, what was

whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made sugarcane sweet, whatever

was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in Turkestan that makes them

so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush like a human face, that is

being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in language, that’s happening here.

The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude, chewing a piece of sugarcane,

in love with the one to whom every that belongs!

“What Was Told, That” by Rumi

Words fail…

The title of this post might be the bane of my existence. Anyone who knows me, understands my passion for language. For words and for expressing myself with them. I can’t dance, sing or play an instrument nearly as well as I can turn a phrase, and I find the latter far more exciting.

But the truth is that sometimes words do not do as we’d like them to do. We live in a time when more things are being set to record in the written word than ever before, and we’ve fooled ourselves into believing we have words for all occasions. This is simply not true. There are moments in this life that are so complex, so weighted with unadulterated reality that the words we use to filter and tame our world cannot contain them.

Some of these are incredible. When you rise from the waters of baptism as a new creation in Christ, when you first hold a new born; when you see that gorgeous date of yours come into view wearing that smile that just makes her beauty shine through all the more, when your family gets you laughing so hard that you can’t think of anything else but the joy in your heart. Those moments are great, but we all know “great,” “incredible” “amazing” and “perfect” can never really capture the feeling.

Then there are those other moments: when you hear that terrible news from the doctor, or your parents sit you down to tell you things are over between them, when some dear friend loses his life in an accident, or when that relationship you were so invested in comes to an end. In those moments “sad,” “bad,” “difficult,” “painful” or “heartwrenching” just can’t convey what you mean.

And when you know a friend is in one of those moments… what can be said? When the joy is overwhelming we tend to yell, scream, clap, dance or jump to show that we are feeling because the words fail. When a friend is suffering, and even if you’ve felt that same pain, they feel miles beyond your reach. In moments like that we hold hands, cry, embrace or simply sit with them, because nothing we can help, because words fail.

I’m a talker and a fixer. I want to offer a solution to every problem. I want to discuss it until the remedy is found. I want to do something. but in those moments… words fail. All you can do is just be there with the people you care about. Just join them in feeling the joy and the pain because if you cease to feel things beyond your ability to explain, you cease to live at all.