In memory of the children,
who love stories, and the educators, who tell stories, who lost their lives in
Newtown, Connecticut, and in solidarity with those who grieve.
From
my first book, published in 1988, I most often referred to the “commonwealth of
God” rather than the “kingdom of God.” I did so not only to avoid the feudal,
patriarchal, and hierarchical connotations of “kingdom,” but more importantly,
to convey my perception of the realm of God as one in which we share a common
spiritual wealth, equally citizens and inheritors as beloved daughters and sons
of God. And I do not think of that commonwealth as exclusively Christian. I
know that “commonwealth” may have negative connotations to some of those who
think of the British Commonwealth, a product of colonialism, but I wanted a
term with more gravitas than “realm” and didn’t sound made-up like “kindom.”
But
when I say The Lord’s Prayer, the Prayer that Jesus Taught Us, I still say “Thy
kingdom come.” That’s because I associate the term with fairy tales and
storytelling and, truth be told, The Magic Kingdom—er, Disneyland.
A
little backstory: I grew up in Southern California, and Disneyland was
completed there when I was five years old. So I grew up going to Disneyland
occasionally, watching The Mickey Mouse
Club, and yearning to be home viewing The
Wonderful World of Disney rather than attending our far less interesting Sunday
evening worship service. Whereas other kids idolized athletes and actors, I
idolized Walt Disney, drawn by his enormous creativity and willingness to
experiment in disparate fields, but mostly by his ability to tell stories. As a
child, I thought the world would end if Walt Disney died, and I still have the
newspaper with the headline announcing his death when I was 16 years old, as you can see.
I
once saw him at Disneyland showing a foreign dignitary around Frontierland near
the paddle-wheel steamboat on the faux Mississippi River. My eyes widened in
wonder seeing god a few feet away! And somewhere in storage, I have a photo of
him taken that day.
Even
in adulthood, I dreamed Disney had hired me as one of his Imagineers, though I
wondered what he might do if he found out I was gay. Bob Thomas’s biography of
him mentioned an occasion when a gay Disney employee had been arrested in a compromising
situation and Disney was asked if he should be let go. “We all make mistakes,”
Disney reportedly said, retaining the worker.
To
me, the kingdom of heaven is THE magic kingdom, the originator of biblical and
apocryphal tales of mystery, hope, and striving. And what better time of year
to write of this than Christmas, when we are overwhelmed, not only with the
magical stories of Jesus’ nativity, but all kinds of Christmas stories about
Grinches and Scrooges, magical golden retrievers and Polar Expresses, The Bishop’s Wife and how, after all, It’s a Wonderful Life. Other than Jesus
(of course!) the best thing about Christmas is that it has breathed life into
so many wonderful stories, including our own.
I
have a very progressive Christian friend who is admirable and smart, wise and
insightful, compassionate and a justice advocate. She spends a lot of time
demythologizing and deconstructing in a quasi-scientific intellectual and
academic search for truth. When I told her about my as-yet-unpublished novels, I
learned that she never reads fiction. And my eyes were opened. She doesn’t
enjoy stories that are not true, thus her continual reductions and redactions
of the biblical story; whereas I enjoy all well-told stories. Even the Hallmark
channel can make me cry and rejoice.
Walt
Disney said that the Magic Kingdom would never be finished as long as there was
imagination left in the world. That’s exactly how I feel about the Kingdom of
God, as long as there is spiritual imagination, it will never be complete.
P.S.
Go see The Life of Pi. Or better yet,
read the book! And Merry Christmas!
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You may also want to read last year’s Christmas post, “Put Yourself in the Nativity Story.”
A lot of the ideas in this post resonate deeply with me. I wasn't quite the Disney fan you were myself, but well do I remember the almost obligatory Sunday evening ritual (popcorn and Wonderful World) with which our kids were entertained during those years when we had TV reception (we didn't between 1974 -78 when we lived in Tsaile, AZ on the Navajo Reservation).
ReplyDeleteI wish I knew the Aramaic word for what is translated in the gospels as the "Kingdom" of God. The Jews, obviously, got into lots of trouble when they went into a kingdom mentality, imitating the political systems around them. And of course we, too, need to keep reminding ourselves that the non-magic political power systems of human construction are always prone to degenerate into oppressive tyrannies.
Like you, I enjoy all forms of reading. I have recently been reminded of the extraordinary spiritual/moral impact to two novels I read in my pre-teen and teenage years, "Captain from Castile" by Samuel Shellebarger and "The Robe" by Lloyd Douglas. Although now I tend to gravitate towards biographies and other non-fiction writing, I must state emphatically that Kittredge Cherry's "Jesus in Love" novels are by far my favorite spiritual reading at the moment.
Neil Douglas Klotz, in his book, Prayers of the Cosmos: Meditations on the Aramaic Words of Jesus, says that the Aramaic word for "kingdom" "refers to a quality of rulership and ruling principles that guide our lives toward unity" and could as easily be translated "queendom." Its roots "carries the image of a 'fruitful' arm poised to create, or a coiled spring... It is what says 'I can' within us." What's also interesting is the word translated "come" suggests mutual desire, even a "nuptial chamber." Thanks for asking!
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