Jesus and the Christian Writer
I’m a Christian writer. In a nation that is becoming increasingly post-Christian I am proud to call myself a Christian writer. If you do not believe that we are becoming a post-Christian nation, that there is hope for our nation to “go back to God”, then we have a long way to go, and in my personal opinion, we maybe never were a “Christian nation” in the first place.
But I don’t really care about all that, as much as a Chinese Christian cares that their nation is openly Atheist. They live where they live, suffer what they suffer, and do the best they can to tell others about the grace that they have received through Christ. Politics is what it is. No form of government is perfect or “ordained by God” if we really read the Bible. As I said: politics is what it is, a manmade system that is therefore (if we read our Bible) flawed from the start.
But I digress.
I write stories that may, on the surface, look like secular science fiction but at their heart share values and messages found in the Bible. In truth, I see more wrong with my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ in the American church than I do with secular society. At least secular society is truthful about how they choose to be. A great majority of “Christians” in this country are living like the word “Christian” is some kind of club name and to be a part of the “club” only requires that they attend the meeting on Sunday, buy all of the merchandise associated with that club, spew the vitriol of the political party that is using it as an unwitting mule, and continue to live their lives like they do not uphold any of the “club’s” rules.
I write what would be called science fiction Christian satire. The Transgression Box was a blatant jab at all of the hypocritical things I observed as a church going Christian over the years, a science fiction tale set in a fictional universe where a hapless hero wanders from planet to planet, each civilization a satirical comment on the state of American Christianity. I wrote This Broken Earth, a post-apocalyptic tale about ordinary people trying to survive in a horrible world where the “rapture” didn’t happen (sorry Tim LaHaye), surviving in a world that wants to eradicate them, but discovering that faith is indeed the only thing that can sustain them. Currently I’m working on a book tentatively titled Addled about a man who has wasted his life in the selfish consumerism of American life only to find that the greatest thing he could do is to help his fellow man — to make a difference in someone’s life — to live out the parable of the sheep and the goats.
Jesus was one who upset people. He ate with tax collectors, prostitutes and sinners. He loved them, cried with them, raised them from the dead and healed them. He became indignant when his disciples tried to keep the little children from visiting with him and threw the money changers out of the temple. He proclaimed his royalty in the synagogue and slipped through the crowd when they tried to stone him. He told Judas to “do what you must”, knowing full well what Judas had done, and still let the man eat with him. He washed his disciple’s feet.
I suppose my mission as a Christian writer is to throw out the money changers, to love the ones whom no one will love, to become indignant about the disrespect of children, to tell the truth about Jesus’s life through my art. I’m probably offending some people with this blog post, but it is from my heart, and I really do love you all, regardless of race, creed, gender, sexual orientation or religion…and want you to know the loving grace of Jesus Christ. If we get past all the nonsense that our culture tries to place on us, and all the nonsense that the church places on us, and all the stereotyping, we find that love truly conquers all things.
If you want to know about this love, then read 1 Corinthians 13. It informs all that I write, and makes me work that much harder to draw attention to what must change to make things better for everyone.