A Revolutionary Love.

Ian and Justin and I went to the Belcourt theatre last night to see CHE, a film based on revolutionary Marxist, Ernesto Guevera. Incredible film. It was separated into two parts, which played out very much like two separate films. I've read reviews that Part One was "much better than" Part Two. I disagree. Part Two is a much tougher story, granted. But to say it is inferior is like saying "I like Che's Cuban revolution better than his Bolivian, because it was successful."

These films are well made. Soderbergh's direction is beautiful, and stylized, although not remotely concise (hence the 4.5 hour combined running-time). Benicio Del Toro portrays Guevera as a passionate, altruistic leader - a compelling perspective, opposed by many.

I left struck by one part of the story in particular. In an interview later in his life, Che was asked what it meant to be a revolutionary. He responded:

At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality.

I'm left to ponder his response in light of my coming journeys. Ideologically, Guevera and I part ways in a few clutch areas, namely Marxism, faith, and the concept of redemptive violence. Ergo, I find it very interesting how we can arrive at two very different courses of action while claiming the same impetus. I think that the difference HAS to be faith.

Until recently, I fantasized about the idea of dying with a gun in my hand, in pursuit of some transcendent good, and maybe taking some opposition down with me. Through meditation and prayer I continually find this scenario less appealing. I can only attribute this movement to the grace of God, the work of His Spirit, and the gift of salvation offered by His Son. I can no longer conceive that anyone ever born to this earth is any more or less guilty of greed, hatred, betrayal, scorn, or oppression than myself. I've also seen the radical transformation that can come from forgiveness.

I'm left thinking, even if Faith were hypothetically not a factor, what would be a greater manifestation of Love on this planet: A traitor held accountable for his treason and put do death, or a coward welcomed back into the fold, embraced and forgiven? Both are contagions, but I wager violence begets violence, perpetuating self-righteous scorn and its pitfalls, while forgiveness alone has the capacity for transformation and restoration.

Saul wasn't struck down for his violent persecution of early Christians. He was illuminated by a life-changing encounter with God and transformed, even given a new name. This new creation, Paul, went on to be one of the most radical, world-changing revolutionaries the world has ever seen, showing people one-by-one the Love that brought him home and made him whole, and set the world on fire with this contagious Love. Love and forgiveness this limitless is only possible through our omnipotent Creator.

So I guess that's my goal: to hinder as little as possible the Love that breathes into this life, moment by moment, from my God. It's raging and all-consuming, and with any grace it'll scorch out everything contrary within me. And if I do go out in a blaze of gunfire as my earlier vision depicted, I pray I'm standing on top of the wreckage of our self-righteous bickering, screaming my bloody lungs out of the Love that renders all debts paid-in-full.

*****SPOILER ALERT******

Here's where I'm reminded again of Del Toro's depiction of Che. Before his execution, he's asked what good will come of his efforts when his forces have failed and the people he's fought to free deny and betray him. Steadfast, Che responds.

Maybe our failure will wake them up.

The Reason For The Title.

I'm likely going to get a tattoo to inaugurate this season of my life. The concept for my Tat has also inspired this blog. It goes like this:

I'm embarking upon a journey consisting of, but not limited to the following: the giving away of everything I own, the forfeiture of all plans, comforts, and accoutrements of the typical domestic life, and the setting off into the vastness of the created world to encounter God and love His people.

So, my tattoo concept is derived from the story of Creation in Genesis 1:2, which says "The earth was formless and empty, and darkness covered the deep waters. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the surface of the waters."

The original Hebrew for "formless and empty" is the phrase "tohu va vohu" or actually,

which directly translated is "utter chaos." It was practically a whimsical term, dismissing the subject as incoherent and lacking intrinsic value.

I visited Limpopo, S.
Africa with my family a decade ago, and we took a photo on an ancient baobab tree.

This thing's one of the biggest in the world, 152 ft around, and over 6,000 yrs old.

SOOOOO, my idea is some artistic rendering of this tree growing out of a "void," of sorts, perhaps a trash heap or some visual depiction of dust and ashes, incorporating the Hebrew phrase. It's supposed to represent how I am, and collectively humanity is, just a bunch of rubbish swirling in tumultuous blunder, but that this is the very material that God uses to put together His masterpiece: beautiful Creation as a whole.

So that's it, that's that, this is it, etc. A bookend. The one on the left. Hopefully the bookshelf is stout enough to support whatever tohu va vohu it will collect between now and the next bookend.

Cheers, and we'll see you along the way.