Posted on 03/26/2008 7:56:18 PM PDT by rhema
Very early in my ministry, I found myself in a bitterly divided congregation. I saw things I wished Id never seen and heard things I wished Id never heard. More depressingly, I thought things I wish Id never thought.
Finally, I did the best thing I knew to do for my family and for me, and resigned my position. While the church voted to accept my resignation, I sat at home wondering if I really wanted to serve in church ministryor even to go to churchknowing what I knew about human depravity. I turned on the television for some background noise to quiet my mind, to see the opening credits of A Charlie Brown Christmas.
As a child of the 1970s, I had seen this thing a thousand times, with all of its maudlin sentimentalism about commercialism and the real meaning of Christmas. But then the cartoon figure of Linus, dressed as a shepherd complete with blanket headdress, recited Luke 2, a text I had heard thousands of times before. This time was different, though, and I wept violently, shaking in the chair.
And the glory of the Lord shown round about them, and they were sore afraid. The gospel was true, and it was beautiful, and nothing else mattered.
A Sad Story
I thought about that television special as I opened the cover of the promised definitive biography of Charles M. Schulz, the creator of the Peanuts comic strip. It appears that the Charlie Brown Christmas special plays a revealing role in the Schulz storya story that should speak sadly to any Christian, whether or not he has ever opened the Sunday funny pages.
(Excerpt) Read more at touchstonemag.com ...
Rosebud......Roooosebud.......
Unlike Schulzs view of comic stripsthey should never have an ultimately unhappy endingthe end of Schulzs life was the capstone of his despair. The man who, like Charlie Brown, always feared that no one could truly love him, died, in the words of another cartoonist, angry at God, angry with friends, angry with fateangry [about] all the troubles he could never let go of. This fellow artist concludes: He had control over the [ Peanuts] universe for fifty years, but he had no control over his death. He didnt accept it graciously. He wasnt ready.I have a relative (just turned 79 IIRC) that this describes perfectly. They are mad at a God who they simultaneously refuse to believe in, and the bitterness spills over into (literally) every single conversation that they have.
Thanks for both links, Alex.
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I just remember how I felt when I learned that Schultz died on the very day that his last Peanuts comic appeared in the newspapers. Almost as if with the comic strip done, he decided it was time to go himself.
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