It seems these past few days that everything I do and see passes through the filter of everything we talked about in my D.Min. class last week (by the way, I never got a chance to report on Day 5, but there wasn’t much to say–mostly just talked about completing our final paper for the class).
So we went to Sea World with this afternoon and had a great time. The Clyde and Seymore (seal and sea lion) show was funny. The Pets Rule show was impressive. And the Shamu show… well, it made me want to trust Shamu as my personal savior! (Or something like that…)
Let me back up just a little. If I had to summarize what our professors want from us this first year of the D.Min. program, it’s that we learn to see the world “from the balcony.” In other words, we’re to get outside of ourselves–get a top down view on our culture, our church, our denomination, our assumptions, our beliefs.
And what I’m finding when I do this is that we all live within certain stories. As Americans, for instance, a huge part of our national story involves heroes (George Washington, Abraham Lincoln) and battles for freedom (Revolutionary War, Civil War). So it seems natural to us when, just before the Shamu show, the trainer honors our military heroes who are fighting for our freedom. Don’t misunderstand me–there’s nothing wrong with that. But the reason we as Americans value that is because it’s part of the story we live in. (Canadians, as I understand it, for example, don’t have the same values because they live in a different story. They don’t have heroes or fights for freedom in their story because Canada emerged as an independent nation in a way very different from the United States.)
Anyway, finally the Shamu show starts and the theme for the show is–”Believe!” Sounds very Disney to me…
The show was almost like a worship service. Beautiful music. Inspiring. Engaging images on the screens. And the message that when we believe we can accomplish anything. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I got a little misty-eyed a few times. And if Shamu had offered an altar call, I would have been the first one up there! (Okay, maybe not the first–but one of the first 50…)
So then I thought to myself, “Wow! The Christian story is still running through Americans’ blood!” Except that now we channel that desire to believe into things like Shamu or Mickey Mouse (I remember hearing the story of a mother who told her child at Disneyland, “Don’t worry, dear. If you get lost, Mickey will protect you.”).
So, now I have to ask the “balcony” questions. What does this mean? Is this the new American experience of spirituality? Does this reflect a longing inside people to connect with something bigger than themselves? Or is it just a therapeutic way of making us feel good about ourselves?
And what can the church learn from this? If we mimic what Sea World does with the Shamu show, are we being effective evangelists because we’re connecting with our culture, or are we becoming captive to something outside God’s plan.
I don’t know the answers to these questions. I’m not even sure these are the right questions to be asking. Let me know if you have any thoughts on this.