A Theological Essay

I'm applying for a scholarship at Candler Theological... this is the essay that I came up with. Theological significance the film of Book of Eli. Good stuff. Enjoy.

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The idea of being “called” to a certain field or even a specific action by God pervades Christianity from ancient past to near future. From David and Goliath to the minister down the street it is a common thread in our faith. The discernment of a call and the idea that God wishes to have direct contact and a relationship with us permeates our culture and holds theological significance; in that, our understanding of Christ in this day and age is often based on that call.  Our ability to communicate and relate to God’s will in our lives and have a relationship with God is often held up in the highest regard in modern religious understanding.  The theme of God’s call presents itself in our modern culture through both literary and cinematic sources.  The idea of the call appeared in mainstream media within the film Book of Eli, which presented us with several ways that God might work in our lives. In Book of Eli, the theological significance of God’s call is the underlying theme in his journey, which then evolves into a call for his compatriot Solara, and ends with the passage of that call to Solara as she continues the journey

The Book of Eli begins with a lone traveler who walks his path and his journey alone.  He is hesitant to enter into conflict and yet, when he does, he fights with precision and skill hitting the mark without anger or revenge.  Eli’s unabashed techniques and set direction can be paralleled to those in scripture. For example, David, when killing Goliath, swung one stone and hit his mark falling Goliath.  Or like Joshua at the Battle of Jericho who brought down walls with trumpets just by following God’s plan. Eli’s path is solitary, and his purpose, even before the viewer knows his calling in the film, is set.  Much like Jesus, Mohammed, or Buddha who all led relatively solitary journeys until they found disciples to take up their cause, Eli walks alone and with purpose.  The parallel between him and the leaders of other religions sets the scene for a powerful message that clarifies how God can call his followers who are willing to listen.

                If we are not able to hear God’s call then how could be called? In C.S. Lewis’ work The Silver Chair, Aslan says, “You would not have called to me unless I had been calling to you” (Lewis, 22).  If we would not seek God’s purpose without first being called by God, then Eli’s understanding of that call becomes clarified.  Over a campfire, hiding from their enemies Eli states to Solara that, “One day I heard a voice, its hard to explain but it was like it was coming from inside of me. But I could hear it as clear as I could hear you talking to me now.”  He talks about “hearing” God in simple terms and in a simple way.  He continues, “And the voice told me to carry the book out west. It told me the path would be laid out for me.”  God sought Eli and Eli answered the call and headed west.  Much like Samuel when he hears God’s voice, “The Lord came and stood there, calling as at the other times, ‘Samuel! Samuel!’ Then Samuel said, ‘Speak, for your servant is listening’” (1 Samuel 3:10).  Just as Samuel understood the Lord’s voice and did not doubt so Eli understands his call and simply answered it through action.  This film takes an ancient concept of hearing God’s call and clarifies it for a modern audience. It brings forth the idea that God’s voice is just as perceptible today as it was 3,000 years ago.  Though it is perceptible to some in a moment, this call can also be perceptible within a process of their own. 

                Solara’s role in the film, for example, is about the presence of divine providence or a divine will for our lives.  Her roll is about the development of a call rather than the moment of the call. Emmanuel Swedenborg, a 17^th century philosopher states that, “it is a goal of divine providence that what has been broken apart should become a whole and therefore that the marriage of goodness and truth should be restored” (Swedenborg, 9).  She does not know what calls Eli nor does she understand what that call is about.  But she knows that her world is broken and she knows that it is complicated and convoluted.  Eli, in comparison, is simple and “the truth is that the simpler and purer anything is the greater and fuller it is” (Swedenborg, 7).  Solara follows this simple man regardless of her lack in understanding because he is pure and full and, though she does not understand the importance of the call, she is attracted to it nonetheless.  Solara’s call did not come in a moment like Eli’s; her call was the process of being attracted to something good, true and simple.  It is important to note that the way one is called is not important in the film but it is important that they both followed the call that they received.  Without Eli, Solara would not have been in providence and without Solara; Eli would not have completed his task. 

            Solara’s character may clarify the concept of divine providence and how that develops into a calling but she also demonstrates how that developed calling turns into action.  Her character demonstrates the process of coming to believe but also that faith without action is dead.  If Eli heard the call and did not act on it, his faith would have been pointless.  Solara enables Eli to find his destination and fulfill his call and then she continues forward within her own call.  Instead of staying in the safety that Eli and she had found, she chose to walk back into the world.  What good would her new understanding do had it stayed where the knowledge was safe and unneeded?  Matthew 16:15 states “Go into the world and preach the gospel to all creation.” Solara never states her exact purpose but when asked to stay where she is safe, her reply is: “Thank you, but this is something I have to do.” In a world where apathy and instant gratification often defines the modern audience, Solara displays the message clearly: faith without action is dead.

Eli’s journey, Solara’s decision to follow Eli and her resolution to continue forward are essential premises that clarify the concept of God’s call in our lives for a modern audience.  The film exemplifies the idea that the way the call arrives in our lives is not as important as following the call that we receive. The theological idea of a “call” is ancient but Book of Eli simplifies this idea for a modern audience. Just as our relationship with God and His will in our lives is in the forefront of Christianity so this film brings those concepts into view.  Regardless of how the call comes, when it comes or who is listening the cultural understanding is that there is a call and that if we do not answer it the task will be left unfinished. 

The Evolution of a Dream

I have a vast network of people in my life.  They range from felons to virgins, deeply devout to strong atheist, from LA to Philly to Scotland and Thailand.  I'm the kind of girl that needs a vast network and people who's brains I like to pick and who's understanding I often need to gain some perspective on my life. 

Anger can be quite destructive.  And yet, for this little five foot three inch girl, I happen to hang on to a lot of anger. Its comfortable for me and often extremely difficult to let it go.  The times when I've let it go the most is when I found a purpose to funnel my anger through.

When I was in college, for example, two of my friends passed away. One from an accidental overdose and another from suicide.  After much frustration with a lack of resources I focused my senior project on the problem and developed several programs that sought to bring awareness to mental health. The Peer Listener program was born and a chapter of Active Minds was formed.  It took insane amounts of work and there were many times that I forgot what sleep was but it didn't matter. I loved what I was doing.  When I love what I do my energy knows no bounds.

So within my vast network I skyped my favorite Irish atheist med student who I met in Thailand to vent about my current state of affairs. Frustrated and angry and in emotional pain and stressed from work I was in a state of annoyance.  After talking for a while I finally confided in her that one of the things David had wanted to do was go on a cross-country road trip to visit friend ending in an epic flight to Hawaii. A lack of funds and time prevented the dream from becoming reality.  Even if there had been time the funds weren't there and very few (if any) foundations focus on making the dreams of a 20-something cancer patient a reality.  

With all that frustration off my chest I could finally see a bit more clearly. The realization struck me that if I could start several programs within a few months in the midst of my senior year in college and then raise funds and plan a trip to Thailand and work with a non-profit there and THEN return to the states and scream at doctors then perhaps starting a non-profit isn't such a hard task after all.

So the brainstorming has begun and an email has been sent to some friends who might offer some direction.  But the idea right now is as such: A non-profit who's mission is to grant wishes to people who suffer from cancer or other life threatening diseases.  The wish granting will focus on, not only the patient, but the patient's sibling(s) as well.  Dreams can range from skydiving to road trips to Disneyland and anything else they can come up with. 

In short, The purpose is to grant meaningful wishes that can aid in the development of relationships between those who are ill and their siblings or close family members.

That's MY dream now.  As I begin the development stages of my new project and purpose I'll keep everyone up to speed.  More will most definitely be revealed.

You Are Free

I guess sometimes we just have to breathe. Breathing is pretty important. These seem to be silly statements at first glance. But how often do I forget to breathe? How often do I find myself holding my breath while waiting for some emotion or frustration to pass? How often do I start breathing too fast to the point I hyperventilate because of anger or frustration? It happens consistently that I forget to do the main form of life sustaining movement-- breath. 


There's something distinctly unique about taking in a breath and feeling the air entering your lungs until they feel full and the breathing out again until they feel depleted.  Being in that moment of breath takes away the momentary emotion that I hold my breath for. It makes it impossible to hyperventilate. When I concentrate on nothing but the breath I allow for a pause to happen in the midst of emotion.  Focusing on that breath  allows me to have a break from the insanity that enters my head.  It offers me momentary relief. 


Sometimes that momentary relief is all that I need to gain my footing back in the real world and realize that my emotions aren't based in fact.  Other times it only serves as a moment of peace before I slip back into the world of emotional irregularity. Regardless of what that focus on the breath gives me, be it a moment of peace or the footing I need, I am contented in realizing that I am able to gain mini-vacations from my insanity just by breathing.


Take a breath in through your nose. Notice the air and how it feels as you inhale. Is the air warm? Cold? Does it have an odors or smell?  How does it feel as it expands in your lungs? Feel the expansion of your rib cage and notice how your body responds to air.  How do you lungs feel as they're filled with the air around you?  As you begin to breathe out feel your body pressing the air out.  As your body retracts into itself, pushing out the air, feel the warmth of the breath as it leaves your nostrils. And in that moment... in this moment you are free.

Today I Grieve... Tomorrow I Save the World

The acute pain of the last week has abated.  The memory of being knocked over with grief and sobs seems to be a montage of faded pictures in the back of my mind. Regardless I still occasionally can barely keep it together some days.  The weight of melancholy has me moving slightly slower, laughing a little lower and finding motivation a little weaker.  I will mourn today and maybe tomorrow but eventually I will wake up and realize that I still want to save the world.  With what I know about me it will more than likely happen eventually, slightly more delayed perhaps, but I suppose saving the world isn’t a race. Saving the world is a process that begins with me.

I’ve thought about changing the name of my blog.  I’ve thought about it a hundred times since October. I’ve thought about letting it die a slow death and forgetting it all ever happened.  The internet is good at losing the thoughts of many a talented writer—why should I be any different?  But what was once a title of a physical location has become a title of emotional proportion. I may not be in Thailand any longer but I am still very much in foreign territory.  I am very much still finding my way home and learning ways to live. At times, I still feel very much alone in what seems an incredibly hostile place.

My heart longs to scream and wail in the midst of it.  The anger courses through my veins like so many destructive substances that I once put in my body.  But I realize the feelings of being isolated and alone are not based in fact.  I hold to the truth that my anger will not kill me like those substances once came very close to doing.  I hold to the belief that my longing screams will fade into a montage of past memories playing on the back burner of my mind.  And I will rise again. I must. I will not be held down by my grief.  I will push forward and with the support of all that is holy and good and true I will dwell again with the angels of mercy and peace.

Hope is not a feeling though it can be felt. Hope is a reality that can be felt when acceptance and awareness are fully actualized.  I do not feel hope today—I would be lying if I said I did. Regardless of whether I feel it or not I accept that it is present. I accept that it is there.  I accept that I am, in my very existence on the planet, the very tangible existence of hope. I should have been dead years ago and now having the opportunity to outlive both of my older brothers I take the gift of life with all the respect and reverence I can muster.  I will live fully and without fear.  I will live hard.  I will do and be and accomplish more than I thought was possible before. 

This whole process begins with finding a way to get the dryer fixed, making sure the dishes are done and that I make time to actually go to the bathroom.  I suppose Jesus, Muhammad and Buddha had to take craps and wash the dishes once in awhile too. Even the fathers of religion were human.  And in my humanity I realize what can be done. Today I grieve… tomorrow I change the world.