The Da Vinci Code and Pop Culture

Just now there is great version of "Route 66" coming over the Starbucks speakers. Sounds like guitar great Pat Metheny and Oscar Peterson. But I'm guessing.

I have two friends that would be able to tell me if I was right. They could inform me, not only who the band members are, but the previous groups they each played in, dates of their recordings and most any other "relevant trivia's". They are music-encyclopedias and Pop Culture aficionados. However both are sharp observers and as such have been able to keep themselves from getting sucked into the pop-cult fray–I think–but then don't we all think we are above the things we critique? (They'll forgive me if they read this.)

I also have a pastor friend who is an astute student of Pop Culture. His skill at penetrating, poking fun, and also seeing some of the redemptive aspects of pop culture won him a cross-Canada contest and he now does movie reviews for CBC's DNTO. He takes the thing about being in the world but not of it seriously. He'll also be the first to admit that he struggles with walking this line. Don't we all?

He'll tell you that the less redemptive quality of Pop Culture is the emphasis of quantity over quality, speed over longevity, the fleeting and temporal over the patient and durable, and the attractive and beautiful over beauty. Also, Pop Culture celebrates their definition of Success with gusto–of course with a token allowance for failure-as-route-to success. I'm thinking there will soon be an award show for the best award show. What all this adds up to is that Pop Culture's overarching obsession has to do with not-lacking, or if you prefer, with lacking lack.

This is why, while Jesus has always been incomprehensible, in the eyes of Pop Culture this incomprehensibility has been stretched to an extreme.

And so this is my round about way of coming to comment on the already over-commented-on Da Vinci Code. (Is this not a sign of falling prey to the fray?) The Edmonton Journal (Saturday, Religion) cited a stat that 22 percent of Albertans believe The Da Vinci Code's reinterpretation of Jesus' life. And apparently it's popularity–and as a result this statistic–has not yet crested.

The Jesus of "The Da Vinci Code" fits with Pop Culture. I believe this is the seductive quality of the supposedly contriversial ideas behind the novel. We can understand a Jesus who gets in over his head religiously and politically and so conspires with the reigning powers, helping him to skip town and go on to live out a relatively normal life. But we can't make heads or tails of a person that chooses voluntary poverty, chooses misunderstanding, chooses to become our victim, chooses everything that smacks of abject lack and failure. We don't have the cognitive machinery to conceive of anyone signing up for a life like this. We do however have the machinery to accept and even perpetuate a rollicking conspiracy.

Night of Poetry

Last night My wife and I attended the Edmonton Street News’, “Night of Poetry, Dance and Magic”. It was hosted by Linda Dumont, editor of ESN.

For the uninitiated, Edmonton Street News is a small paper that features stories of people who have, or do, live on the street. It is also something of a resource for people, listing all helping agencies in our city. Occasionally it also contains some savvy political commentary. But the practical aspect of the paper is that it’s a resource for “street people”. They make a small investment for a certain number of papers and then sell them on street corners for twice the amount or whatever they can get. It’s honest work, turning panhandlers into street vendors.

As for the evening, well, the magician didn’t show and one of the solo dancers skipped out, but other than that it was splendid. Of course poetry “from the street” was the principle attraction of the evening. There were several sponsoring agencies, each had picked a winning poem in a certain catagory. I presented on behalf of Hope Mission. Out of seven wonderful poems I had to choose from, I picked the following as the winner. The poet is John Butler.

Looking For a Pair of Boots

I am on 96th street again
Down on my luck
Facing life on the skid
There are places to get a bowl of soup
Maybe a ham sandwich
Or an old pair of boots
Scuffed up but with a couple of months left in them
A cup of coffee would be good.

There are so many tall buildings
When you’re down on the skid
They cast their shadows so cold and long as I call for the sun
I’m not saying I don’t see the light
I saw it on a child’s face
As she dished out my soup
I know the light filters through
But at times the buildings are so tall and I am so small

On the skid everyone is your best friend and your worst enemy
I heard talk of work today
I always keep my ear close to the ground on these days
There is a church that might be giving out boots today
Think I’ll make my way down to church road.

Received like Christ

Let all guests who arrive be received like Christ, for He is going to say, "I came as a guest, and you received Me" (Matt. 25:35). And to all let due honor be shown, especially to the domestics of the faith and to pilgrims…In the reception of the poor and of pilgrims the greatest care and solicitude should be shown, because it is especially in them that Christ is received. Rule of St. Benedict

Today I brought over a gentleman that will be occupying a bed in Edmonton, Alberta's Hope Mission shelter. He is close to our family. I just appreciated how welcome a couple of the staff people made him. How humour and good natured banter relieved for him the awkwardness, shyness, and newness of the place and situation.

"I came as a guest, and you received me."