Lent 4
March 18th, 2012For the past three weeks I’ve tried to draw out a few themes from Lent: prayer and fasting, renunciation of material goods, guilt, and waiting.
So this morning I decided to get a bit more upbeat, by talking about death.
This car is lethal.
This is a Porsche 911 GT3 RS 4.0.
It is a naturally aspirated road monster that develops 500 brake horsepower at 8,500 RPM, accelerates from 0 to 100 kilometers per hour in roughly 3.9 seconds, and has a top speed of about 310 kilometers per hour. This car is considered to be one of the greatest cars ever made, and it costs over $200,000.
Whenever Darrell goes to Rwanda, he worries that he’ll bite the big one going around a corner on a dirt road in a badly maintained SUV.
I suspect that if I ever got my hands on this car, it would kill me, probably spectacularly. I might even make the evening news. This car is a bad idea for so many reasons. But man, do I want one.
The prospect of my own death doesn’t even faze me when I look at this car. Why is that? What kind of strange automotive voodoo is it that allows me to forget my own mortality?
The truth is that when I look at this car, I don’t see death. I see life. When I look at this car, I see speed, I see excitement, I see prestige. I see everything I want. I see life, or at least a reasonable facsimile of it.
Mostly what I see when I look at this car is power. And I don’t mean power over others, or over my environment. No no, I’m talking about the real deal. Ultimate Power: Power over myself.
Power over oneself is the most universal and most democratic kind of power. Everyone wants it, and absolutely no one can have it.
A lot of my life so far has been spent trying to exercise power over myself. When I started in university, I wanted to make sure that when I graduated, I could get a decent job, because I had absorbed the sure and certain knowledge that money is one of the best levers of power. So, hands firmly on the wheel, I enrolled in university as a business student. The only problem was that I hated it.
Fortunately, I met a great professor who introduced me to the communications program, and it wasn’t long before I changed my major. I started loving my classes, but I could feel my hands getting looser on the the wheel of my life. And that was a very uncomfortable feeling.
Then something even worse happened. By the end of my first semester in my new program, I decided that I wanted to go to grad school. I was working on a thesis project and researching masters degrees, and I was thinking seriously about studying theology, but I was afraid that I would end up as a very well educated McDonald’s cashier. I felt like I was starting to lose my grip.
By the time I graduated, I was panicking. My life was rapidly going out of control, and I started fighting to stay on the road I had chosen. I decided that I would come back to theology and grad school later, on my own terms, if and when it made sense. In the meantime I would try to navigate a career path that somehow balanced financial security with meaningful work. So naturally I plunged ahead by accepting a good job in the oil patch.
I can’t believe how naive I was. And yes, I’m sure that future me will say that about present me in a few years.
I now had a white knuckle grip on the wheel. I was going exactly where I wanted to go, at top speed. Unfortunately, I rapidly discovered that where I was going was straight to hell.
I want to be clear. This path was not the road to hell because it led through the oil patch. Or because it took me through corporations big and small, or through non-profits. It wasn’t a bad path. It was the wrong path.
That car, and the road it travels on, for me anyway, do not lead to life. They lead to death.
They lead to death because ultimately what I am aiming for is my own desires. And my desires are sinful. Like this car. I mean, c’mon, it’s a $200,000 car. That’s pretty sinful. If I have the power to direct my own course, I will end up driving myself into a wall.
Fortunately, lent is a great antidote to this tendency. During lent we get to spend time examining and reflecting on the image of our lord here.
Jesus, knelt in prayer, in the garden of Gethsemane, begging for the work of the Crucifixion to be taken from him, all while submitting himself to the will of God.
I’d encourage you to keep this image in your mind for the next few minutes as you spend some time contemplating how you might still have a death grip on your life.
After the video is over, please feel free to go for coffee.
