The Bad Guys

            I love books. Specifically, I tend to love fantasy novels (in all their 600+ page glory), but I’ve noticed a somewhat annoying theme in them. The “bad guys.” If that phrase on its own doesn’t make you wince like it does me, then allow me to explain. In a story there is the protagonist and the antagonist, and I have come to appreciate those terms as an alternative to “the good guys and the bad guys.” However, in all too many stories the antagonist is a cop-out: a purely evil character who does bad things because… well because evil.

            You see the problem with this idea; it’s not realistic. If art imitates life, and a good story has life-like characters, are you really going to find an evil character that actually thinks he is evil?

            This type of antagonist has his place, particularly in more lighthearted stories such as comedies (particularly satire) and children’s stories, but he often steps outside his proper domain and into more complex writing. Some of my favorite authors are guilty of this, but I suppose a popular example would be best: Voldemort.

            In Harry Potter, Voldemort is just straight up evil. It’s been about a year since I last read some of the books, but I can’t recall any motive given for Voldemort’s actions other than he came to the conclusion that wizards were better than muggles. There was no series of reasoning in which he explained why he truly believed this to be for the greater good, it was always pretty clear that he was just in it for ruling the world.

            But very few real bad guys actually do that, and very few interesting ones do. How much better could those seven books have been if we the readers had been forced to explore the Dark Lord’s thoughts a little bit? If we had been forced to see his side of things and understand that he really did think that he was doing good and that Harry was standing in the way of the righteous path?

            My favorite example of an author who does this, and who has rapidly become one of my favorite authors, is Brandon Sanderson. In each of his stories so far he really plays around with the idea of the bad guy. This ranges from starting a book with one character as an antagonist and having their entire worldview shift to keeping a character ambiguous but possibly evil and not revealing their true motives until the end to spending an entire book painting a character as pure evil and then forcing another point of view on you to show that they were actually helping the whole time.

This is how I think antagonists should be done. Nobody is evil in his or her own eyes, every bad guy has a reason for what they do that they probably completely believe. This can be as simple as greed and a “looking out for number one” attitude or as complex and involved as a worldview that says murder, oppression, and war is the only way to bring about piece. The point is that they believe in their cause as much as the noble heroes believe in theirs.

This has brought me to the conclusion that I can count my writing as successful if I can just for one moment get a reader so invested in an antagonist’s story that they find themselves rooting for the “bad guy” before they can stop themselves. Who knows what other false assumptions about people they might start questioning then.

My Body is a Tent?

            If there is one thing American Christians are really good at, it’s coming up with catchy, pithy metaphors to sum up complex theological ideas. It’s quite a handy little talent, if sometimes problematic. One such metaphor that became very popular a couple years ago in my church was the idea that our physical bodies are just tents; temporary and imperfect dwellings that we have to live with for now but will eventually be replaced with something better.

            You can probably see why this is such an attractive idea. Our bodies are broken in thousands of ways, many of them irreparable, and we don’t want to think that we’ll be stuck in them forever. So we look forward to the next life where we’ll live forever and have new bodies that don’t have all the same problems our current ones do (either new or renewed, I’m not solid on the theology there but the point is the same). We’ll be trading in these crappy tents for a mansion. It really does seem like a sweet trade, and at first I totally bought into the idea, but there is a very big problem with this metaphor.

            Word choice is important, especially when fitting a lot of thought into a short statement. The less words you use the more precise you have to be. The body as a tent metaphor is an example of bad word choice.

            What is a tent? It is a temporary dwelling unfit for long-term use. Many people I know would say, “Well yeah, like our bodies. They aren’t meant to last, they are broken and corrupted and need to be replaced.” Well, that’s half right. Our bodies are broken and corrupted, but to say they were not meant to last is a massive fallacy.

            In Genesis 1:31, after God had created humans and everything else it says, “Then God saw everything that he had made, and indeed it was very good.” Everything God had made, including these bodies, was good. God didn’t half-ass our bodies with the intent of making them temporary, his creation was complete and good.

            This attitude of the flesh being evil and sinful is everywhere. Another popular saying is, “You don’t have soul; you are a soul. You have a body.” Always this separation from the physical form. We’ve romanticized the mental and spiritual form and degraded the physical form, but this is wrong. We are a soul, yes, and a body and a mind. We cannot separate our flesh from what we are any more than we can our mind or soul. The flesh is corrupt and broken, yes, and so is the mind, as was the soul before the sacrifice of Christ.

            This is the problem with calling the body a tent: it implies that God made a mistake. He didn’t finish us because he knew we were going to screw up, but that’s not right. God didn’t give us a tent because he knew we’d screw up. He knew we’d screw up, but gave us a perfect mansion anyway. The broken body isn’t a crappy tent, it is a beautiful masterpiece of a mansion that God gave us and we wrecked. Calling it a tent takes the blame for our brokenness and places it on God.

            These bodies are broken now, but that is because we messed them up. We’re going to get new ones, but it’s not an upgrade from tent to mansion, it’s so much better. God gave us beautiful homes to live in for free and do as we pleased. We chose to party it up and let the homes fall into disrepair, and instead of looking at us in anger and leaving us with our mess he gives us another chance and is going to completely rebuild our homes for free again. Isn’t that a much more moving illustration of grace than God throwing us in a crappy tent to screw it up before trusting us with a mansion?

An Introduction

I've been thinking a lot lately. I've been told this is dangerous, but hard to stop, so I needed to find a solution for the torrents of ideas in my head. I've never kept a journal, and some of these things just don't make for an easy transition into poetry to get them out of my head. I could always assault my friends, family, and acquaintances with my thoughts, but in my experience I'm less likely to get a good response when I try that approach.

So I'm compromising. Whenever I have a burning thought that I just need to get out of my system, I'll come write it here. Ideally it will go like this: I write my thoughts down and like-minded people read it and comment, tweaking my ideas with their own point of view and insights. Better yet, people who blatantly disagree with me will find this place and get a real discussion going.

Worst case scenario: I end up writing an open journal that nobody reads but I still get the satisfaction of writing my thoughts down. As long as it doesn't devolve into some emo LiveJournal I'll be happy; I'd really rather not have to grow my bangs back out and start alluding to suicidal thoughts and eating disorders that I probably don't honestly have.

Now, about the title: "Thoughts You Probably Don't Care About." This is pretty simple. I know it sounds self deprecating and like I'm starting on the aforementioned emo path, I titled it that because I actually hope nothing I post here is of particular note. God-willing, I'll be nowhere near the first to think these things; because if I'm the only one and end up as some kind of prophetic voice for my generation, then my generation is screwed. Rather, I want to post thoughts that I haven't seen discussed much, or satisfactorily, that I see as important and get people talking about them and finding them important too.

In short, if everything goes according to my diabolical plan, I'll get some people thinking about things. Religion, art, whatever tickles my fancy really. If not, then I just get to indulge my writing addiction, which works just as well.