Showing posts with label pride and prejudice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pride and prejudice. Show all posts
PPZ, Charity on the Road and Procrastination Station!
I am in the midst of reading Pride & Prejudice & Zombies, and I must say I am in a state of perplexity. I'm not quite sure whether to be grossly horrified (and I do not use the word "grossly" lightly!), or brilliantly amused. At times it seems as though the author has created a web-bot into which you place the novel and out comes zombified language to substitute for the phrases of Austen-ian England. At other times, the writer has intuitively captured the underlying feeling of the characters and interjects some brilliant humor, where before it was only assumed.Elizabeth the Zombie Slayer, my verdict is still out whilst I finish the book. For now, I continue to waver between gasping in shock, and laughing...sometimes also in shock at the looser nature of some of the characters comments.

Now, of course, Elizabeth could come in handy...or rather, perhaps it is a good thing she is not real for it would tempt me to call upon her services driving as of late. I'm not sure if there is something in the air, but I am convinced that drivers have lost all sense of reason. Maybe zombies are to blame, eh Lizzy? Regardless, I find it challenging to maintain a sense of Christian charity as I've been driving. Don't get me wrong - I haven't lost it...yet. But seriously? You are going to be in the far right lane of a three lane exit ramp and then turn your car so it is horizontally blocking two lanes because you have realized you really want to turn left from the right-turn-only lane? SERIOUSLY?? [I do wish I'd been aware enough to snap a pic on my cell phone, but sadly I was not]. Oh, and boat-of-a-station-wagon - no, your car does not gracefully make U-turns in the middle of the road into a left turn lane right in front of me with any ease whatsoever. Please be advised.

Perhaps I am simply exhausted from these antics on the road ... or maybe it's just that I want to finish this book that has captured my attention for some odd reason. Either way, the painting I need to do will just have to wait. Sorry study - you've now reached procrastination station, especially since I've realized that you need to be completed in 4 weeks, not 2. My apologies.

And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.
It Was a Pride & Prejudice Weekend


Though the image above was not the particular one the priest referenced during his homily this past weekend, it was as close to the image that I could find. The photo that had been etched in his memory forever was from a small gazette - it was of a black woman shielding a KKK member from harm when an angry mob had formed to retaliate against him. This was the photo he had us imagine as we placed ourselves back in time, into the story of the Good Samaritan, to understand exactly what the relations between the different segments of society were. Now, perhaps the parallel is a little harsher than deserved, but it most definitely provoked thought.

How many of us would defend another's life, especially a person who we were certain would not only not defend us, but would do us harm if given the chance? I must admit, it gave me a moment's pause. The image above was the first and only one I could find that was even remotely similar to the story I heard. As I was searching endlessly, the images that came up were horrific - I literally became nauseous at the sight of them, and was quick to delete my computer history. Could I turn around, then, and love a person that evoked such reactions? If we are to remain true to the Gospel teaching, that is exactly what we are called to do (though it might more closely follow Matthew 5:43 than the Good Samaritan story). Holy cow!


Again, I go back to that soft image of Jesus that we see portrayed so often today. It is not a "soft" Jesus that challenges us to love in this radical and completely selfless way. It is a man who knew what it was to pour out his life in love for people who beat him, spat upon him, and sentenced him to death. In short, He calls us to do no less than Him, but He also walks with us and gives us the grace we need if we are open to it. That's a big "if" in some moments of great risk...


As indicting as it was of our own prejudice and faithlessness, that was not the only thought to penetrate the Sunday morning haze in my mind. Going beyond your average Good Samaritan story analysis, the next person we were asked to imagine ourselves in the place of was the injured man. The next question: how often do we allow ourselves to be helped? In a culture that demands independence and individualism, the question is not only whether we help others, but whether we allow others to help us in a time of need.

It becomes a matter of ego and pride to say we can do it all, all the time. To be faithful to the community of Christ and our interconnectedness, it is just as important to humble ourselves and allow others into our vulnerability as it is to extend ourselves beyond our limitations to lift up another. It is a give and a take, or the community does not function. Again, I admit that I have my own failings in this regard as well. Faith doesn't always call us to be strong - sometimes it calls us to be broken, to share in the cross of Christ, to allow Christ to lift us up to redemption. That is humbling and often difficult in a society where we are taught that weakness is bad and we should "save face" at all costs.

So, the weekend began with an evening watching the 1995 A&E Pride & Prejudice with friends, during which time RB kept asking what was pride and what was prejudice. Well, I hope we answered him satisfactorily that evening. I, for one, had to re-think the whole matter after these thoughts rested awhile in my soul...

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