on silliness and sadness

Recently I visited the Blue Penguin Colony in Oamaru. Having been ushered through the Visitor Centre 50 of us gathered in a little grandstand to wait and to watch – and to listen to an expert tell us about the blue penguin. She knew her stuff! She described what the blue penguin looked like and how they lived. Just 30cm tall! They spend each night in their little hobbiton up a slope and then in the morning they waddle down to the ocean and disappear for up to 50kms of swimming and as many as 1000 dives for food. Then each night they return, gathering out from the shore in clusters, before surfing in on the waves together and waddling back up to hobbiton for the night.
How clever is that?! And so there we were, peering into this thickening twilight waiting for these surfies to arrive. How silly we must have looked! But out of that great big expanse of dark ocean they surfed on in and waddled on up. We were, as the brochure expresses it, ‘captivated by nature’.

Just one day earlier I had been chatting with a young woman who had been selected for the Peer Sexuality Support Programme (PSSP) in her high school. Three days of training and a very thick workbook later, we were having a chat. They knew their stuff! They described what the issues of sexuality are today and how the body and the law and the relationships and the helplines work. It is all in that workbook: from body image to contraception, from anatomical detail to HIV/AIDS, from sexual orientations to shaping values, from cultural issues to gender issues, from eating disorders to sexually transmitted infections, from sexual abuses and coercions to abortions and adoptions …
How clever are these people? It just goes on and on and on. How sad I felt! An ache-y, throbby kind of sadness. Has our society slid so far that someone somewhere now feels that teenagers need to know about all this in such graphic detail?

Penguins and Sexuality. What do these two experiences on consecutive days have in common? Both demonstrate the upsides and downsides of science. The upside of science tends to be that it answers the what and the how questions fully. It is about description and about process. The downside of science is that when it infiltrates penguin colonies and sexuality programmes and fully answers the whats and the hows it really believes – and I emphasise the non-scientific word ‘believe’ here – it really believes that the task is finished. Explanation is complete.

It isn’t. Followers of Jesus cannot accept this. What and How is never the full story. Science does not tend to be wrong as much as it tends to be incomplete. There is also a Who and a Why. No one volunteers this information – but behind those penguins and that sexuality there is a person and a purpose.

There is something sillier than peering into the darkness looking for surfing penguins. It is the silliness of worshipping the penguin, rather than worshipping the penguin’s creator.

There is a something sadder than working through a workbook crammed with all the problems associated with teenage sexuality. It is the sadness of recognising that if we followed the maker’s instructions it could all be said on a single page.

Penguins and Sex have this in common: they are the designs of a creator who longs for us to ask our whats and hows – but then to frame our responses with wonder and worship.

nice chatting

Paul

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the art of unpacking

After a childhood in India, a theological training in the USA and a pastoral ministry in Southland (New Zealand), I spent twenty years in theological education in New Zealand — first at Laidlaw College and then at Carey Baptist College, where I served as principal. In 2009 I began working with Langham Partnership and since 2013 I have been the Programme Director (Langham Preaching). Through it all I've cherished the experience of the 'gracious hand of God upon me' and I've relished the opportunity to 'unpack', or exegete, all that I encounter in my walk through life with Jesus.

3 Comments

  1. Dave Wells on May 24, 2007 at 5:38 pm

    “it could all be said on a single page.” A stark contrast to the reality of life for so many young poeple. As I work with, walk with and meet young people I am constantly overwhelmed by the hurt that is generated from inapropriate sexuality! When is it all going to be so overwhelming that the majority of young people can no longer function well in their own communities. Little penguins who are no longer able to interact with communities are everywhere!

    God bless, thanks for your thoughts

  2. the art of unpacking on May 30, 2007 at 7:32 am

    On further reflection, Dave … I wonder if it could all be said in a single paragraph!

    It is a serious issue, isn’t it? – and it is part of a cluster of issues that can be boiled down to the fact that we tend to pig-out on the need to be Salt today, while forgetting that this is to be held in tension with being Light. Participate in the world – but always do it with distinction (ie difference).

    When study after study shows that there is no discernible difference between the lives of followers of Jesus and those who aren’t followers of Jesus … then the people of God are in deep trouble as they try to fulfill God’s mission in the world.

  3. the art of unpacking on July 16, 2007 at 9:45 am

    Postscript: some weeks later…

    … this PSSP-trained young woman receives a communication in the mail (presumably from someone in the powers-that-be) inviting her to come and help package condoms for the upcoming Erotica festival.

    I can hardly believe it!

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