The Unseen Mediums of Our Creativity Matter

Last night my oldest son and I watched John Stewart’s reaction to the news Bid Laden was dead. In the middle of Stewart’s quips about the demise of the enemy of New York, he made a powerful observation. Al Qaeda failed, in part, because it lacked a constructive agenda. The terrorist organization was able to vocalize who it hated and to destroy buildings and people. Al Qaeda, however, lacked the capacity to actually create anything. The uprising in the Arab world that Al Qaeda yearned for came to pass this year, but not by their hands. The uprising came in a more secular form, from young Arabs who had a vision for having more participation and voice in their respective governments. Al Qaeda’s creative medium was Chaos and could not create the change it vocalized.
Our Creation Story in Genesis One suggests that there are two mediums from which to create: Chaos and Order.
Chaos is mentioned briefly at the opening of the chapter. It is amorphous and void, dark and barren. Throughout the chapter we see God transform that Chaos into order. The Spirit doesn’t fear Chaos. It hovered over its shapeless surface. The poetic structure of the chapter communicates that the Father spoke designed creation with deliberation and order. Chapter Two provides us with the relational implications of this order: Shalom. Adam and Eve are created to live in intimate harmony with each other. They are at peace with God and in deep relationship with him.
Their relationship with the earth captures the tension by Order and Chaos. Eden is the paragon of perfect order. But Eden is just a “starter kit” to steal a notion from N.T. Wright. The first couple is to be fruitful and multiply and to extend the perfection of Eden across the whole planet. This is God’s way of allowing humanity to experience the god-like joy that comes with being creative.
Unfortunately, we know what happened. Adam and Eve chose to create with a medium other than the one God intended. They wanted the knowledge of right and wrong apart from an ongoing relationship with God. They bit the fruit and painted with chaos. Instead of expanding Eden’s order, they unleashed Chaos on the garden and themselves.
Al Qaeda’s demise was inevitable, because the moral medium of their creativity was Chaos and not God’s Order– that elusive Shalom. And like Adam and Eve they were destroyed by their own art.
I think that many of us who expressed ambiance over the killing of Bin Laden did so because even though we believe that his death or imprisonment was necessary, that we were forced into triage: We painted with Chaos to defeat Chaos. The venerated Dietrich Bonheoffer was confronted with the same situation when he chose to participate in the failed bombing plot to kill Hitler. And this decision made Bonhoeffer deeply reflective. He wondered out loud if he sacrificing his salvation in order to save the Jewish people. His life and writings lacked bravado but not bravery. He was willing to help extinguish a great evil from the earth. But he fully appreciated the moral and spiritual price of doing so.
I picked up Richard Dahlstrom’s new book The Colors of Hope: Becoming People of Mercy, Justice, and Love this week. I’m about a third of the way through and loving it so far. Shortly, I’ll be making a few posts on the book. Dahlstrom offers a positive vision of what it means to be an individual who paints with the medium of a creator. He breaks down this notion of painting Shalom into three primary colors: Mercy, justice, and love. I’m looking forward to interacting with this book because even though we paint with small brushes than governments or terrorist organizations, we’re all still painting with our lives.

On September 26-27, 2010, popular author and speaker, Donald Miller took to the stage of the Amory Theater to host his first Storyline conference in his hometown of Portland, OR. Storyline was Miller’s vehicle to explain how individuals can create meaningful lives for themselves by applying principles from good story telling to edit their lives. On the second day of the conference, Miller illustrated the concept of a story’s climax—the emotional turning point toward which everything is pointing toward—by bringing the conference to an emotional climax.
The first comes in the form of a dear woman, Lori Ventola. The more I talk to her the more I wonder if I’m actually a Christian. Her trust and faith in Jesus is remarkable. I’ve been interviewing her writing an article on her non-profit,
The second example was an autographed Blue Like Jazz Movie poster I received in the mail this weekend. Most of you know the story. After years of banging their heads looking for movie backers for the movie adaptation of Blue Like Jazz,
Each year I tell myself that I going to properly observe Lent. I endeavor to start on Ash Wednesday and spend forty-days spiritually preparing myself to worship on Easter Sunday. I also tell myself I’m going to train to run a half-marathon. Neither have happened to date.



