I don't make it to many movies (in fact, I see most while in flight!), but I made a point recently of viewing Slumdog Millionaire. While I'll try not to give too much away for those who haven't been
yet, I will say this: if you haven't seen it yet, when are you planning on going?!The storyline (warning: the following may be a spoiler of sorts), is that of Jamal, a young, uneducated man from the slums of Mumbai (formerly Bombay) who goes on the Indian version of Who Wants to be a Millionaire? and does so well that those in charge believe he is somehow cheating. During his interrogation he shares vignettes of his life story with the authorities that demonstrate just how he could know the answers to the questions given.
There is so much to this story, multiple subplots and themes, great visuals and music, life lessons and education, that it's hard to encapsulate feeling and thought. Th
e most obvious theme woven is the love story that exists between Jamal and Latika, whom he first meets in the slums while they are still children. They travel through life, both together and apart, but he never loses his focus and commitment to her. Equally powerful is the bond Jamal shares with his older brother, Salim. Theirs is a journey of small boys who fight their way into adulthood as they criss-cross the great Indian subcontinent, growing, learning and surviving together. They share a secure relationship which somehow manages to transcend their circumstances, differences and choices.
And those circumstances and choices play a major role in the theme that I found perhaps most compelling. Both
boys experience the same issues, problems and horrific events in their lives (although from different perspectives since Salim, as older brother, often assumes the role of protector). Though they encounter the same circumstances, results are very different. Their choices determine the paths they'll travel, and ultimately their life courses. I saw again that it's not the things that happen to us that matter most, but how we choose to respond to those things that determine our direction. We don't have to live as victims, because we have the ability to choose the better path...if we will.
Redemption is another powerful thread found in Slumdog. Salim consisten
tly comes through for others (against his inclination of selfishness and ambition) when it matters most. And Jamal makes it his life priority to find Latika, regardless of personal cost or danger. Their actions scream to us the great value and need for the human connection, and are particularly provocative as they are set against the canvas of the massive Mumbai slums, which almost reflexively swallow and consume human life with no consideration or remorse.
I was disturb
ed by the condition of the children living in the slums and garbage heaps, enthralled by a culture so colorfully depicted, chilled by the gross inhumanity displayed by those consumed by their own avarice, moved by the determination to triumph in the face or overwhelming odds, and challenged to try harder to make a difference in my own world with those who suffer so greatly.
There are so many worthless movies that waste our time, money and focus. But once in a great while one comes along that shakes us up, makes us uncomfortable, moves our hearts and minds, and could be considered an investment of our attention and resources. This is that kind of experience. If you see Slumdog Millionaire (btw, it's rated R for violence which, though neither explicit or graphic, is often intense), you might do it with a friend, so you can unpack your thoughts and feelings with someone who has just made the bumpy ride with you. With any luck, you also will feel unsettled, and maybe even a bit rattled in your soul.
We should all be so lucky.
What an unholy mess. As I sit in my coffee shop "office" listening to Christmas carols extolling peace on earth and goodwill toward men, I'm reading, pondering and trying to wrap my head around the horrific Mumbai massacre. The more I read, the more disheartened I feel about the possibility of this elusive peace on earth thing. I realize I just how much I still don't understand about how people think and what lengths they will go to in order to accomplish what is of greatest importance to them.I do, however, understand and believe a few things in relation to these troubling In
dian events. First, I know that people like those who carried out such merciless attacks will never be won over through dialogue and reason. They do not function on what we would consider "reasonable" levels. Their agenda calls for the absolute overthrow of their adversaries by whatever means necessary. Violence is (obviously) no deterrent for them. And world leaders would be fools to think that conferencing, negotiation or mutual co-existence are viable options. The thinking is the same, whether it be in India, Somalia, Indonesia, Iran, Iraq, Afghanistan, the US or anywhere else these radicals choose to exert themselves. No negotiations. None. Ever.
Second, I again recognize that the actions of a minority within a system often have the power to influence the direction of the majority. While I believe that the majority of Muslims do not favor the actions of such terrorists, I also know that many, far too many, will allow the actions, directives and demands of these kinds of people to, at some point, determine what they themselves will do. History has demonstrated that violent socio-cultural leaders with agendas have (and will) bend the will of the majority of their people to those agendas. That concerns me greatly.
Third, th
e very magnitude of this situation (and those like it) is a sober reminder that our world is still in desperate need of One who can truly bring peace on earth...and that those of us who claim to know and follow him have the responsibility to represent his promises to these who need to know. That's the reality of the Christmas message- that humanity has the possibility reconnection with God, and reconciliation with each other through the coming of a Savior. But reality is also that if we who embrace that Savior fail to communicate that message, people will continue to live- and die- in futile adversity. With God, and with each other.
The message of Christmas has now become that much more urgent to me this year. Joy to the world? The world? Somehow, I think you and I have a part to play in that expression being realized.
It's been a tough week in my spirit. I returned Sunday night from a four-day trip with a ministry team from our church. We were in eastern Arizona, serving on the San Carlos Apache Reservation. This trip always hits me differently than others. We had a great time (21 of us in all) working with the Arizona Reservation Ministry, and coming alongside them as they pour themselves out for the Apache people. We assisted in the construction of homes on the reservation, played with kids, and tried to make connections with those around us. The experience is always a positive one, and is of great value. But it always leaves me unsettled and bothered. Maybe more than anywhere else I go.
The level of despair and hopelessness that exists in this location is beyond measure.
It's difficult to describe the intensity of the factors that block the way of any person, young or old, succeeding here. Unemployment on the reservation stands at more than 75%. More than half the homes have no running water or electricity. Alcohol consumption is rampant, as are drug usage and dealing (meth and coke being the preferred choices). Gangs are so prevalent (Bloods and Crips- can you believe it?!) that everyone, youth and adult alike, are afraid for their safety. When the sun sets, everyone retreats inside. It's not safe to be out.
There's little or no hope in young people's hearts for their futures. One of greatest 
cultural influencers is MTV. Many of the young people emulate what they see there, almost none of it positive. Abuse in all forms is high, and little of substance is done about it. It's as if invisible bars exist on the borders of the land, restraining those within, and withstanding those without. With the exception of Haiti, there may be less hope here than anywhere else I have been- and that includes the slums of Nairobi, Mexico City and Manila.
Each time I vi
sit San Carlos, my heart is ripped out a little more. I don't have a lot of answers- just a mixed bag of feelings, emotions and frustrations. How we allow such despair in our own land- and especially toward those we've historically treated so poorly to begin with- boggles my mind and makes my heart scream. But why do we expect our government to fix things? Didn't it actually create so much of this? I'm convinced that change will only happen when we- people like you and me- take it upon ourselves to do something about it. And until we do, the San Carlos Apache, and countless others like them, will continue down a ragged road of hopelessness and destruction. But does it really matter to us?
If you just knew some of the people at San Carlos, you'd know that it should.
yet, I will say this: if you haven't seen it yet, when are you planning on going?!
e most obvious theme woven is the love story that exists between Jamal and Latika, whom he first meets in the slums while they are still children. They travel through life, both together and apart, but he never loses his focus and commitment to her. Equally powerful is the bond Jamal shares with his older brother, Salim. Theirs is a journey of small boys who fight their way into adulthood as they criss-cross the great Indian subcontinent, growing, learning and surviving together. They share a secure relationship which somehow manages to transcend their circumstances, differences and choices.
boys experience the same issues, problems and horrific events in their lives (although from different perspectives since Salim, as older brother, often assumes the role of protector). Though they encounter the same circumstances, results are very different. Their choices determine the paths they'll travel, and ultimately their life courses. I saw again that it's not the things that happen to us that matter most, but how we choose to respond to those things that determine our direction. We don't have to live as victims, because we have the ability to choose the better path...if we will.
tly comes through for others (against his inclination of selfishness and ambition) when it matters most. And Jamal makes it his life priority to find Latika, regardless of personal cost or danger. Their actions scream to us the great value and need for the human connection, and are particularly provocative as they are set against the canvas of the massive Mumbai slums, which almost reflexively swallow and consume human life with no consideration or remorse.
ed by the condition of the children living in the slums and garbage heaps, enthralled by a culture so colorfully depicted, chilled by the gross inhumanity displayed by those consumed by their own avarice, moved by the determination to triumph in the face or overwhelming odds, and challenged to try harder to make a difference in my own world with those who suffer so greatly. 
