My newest obsession is the TV series Lost. I’m watching Season 1 while rowing in the morning, and I tell ya, it’s making me bounce right over there to workout. (Season 2 will just have to wait until it’s on DVD, so don’t tell me anything.)
The show so far (from what I’ve watched) has included healing, redemption, humanity, heroism. But they’re on a desert island, for goodness sake. I wondered why no one was praying.
I felt the same way about Cast Away with Tom Hanks. Although a great movie, the main character (stranded on an island for four years) never turns to a higher power, unless you call Wilson the volleyball his version of god.
Anyway, even though I was enjoying Lost, that question was floating in my mind. Then I watched the episode that ends Disk 3—“Whatever the Case May Be.”
As the episode ends, he comes to her by a campfire distraught and asking for help. And she says, I’m not the one who can help you. He sits beside her weeping, and she puts her hand on his back and begins to pray gently, out loud, to the Heavenly Father. It’s a simple prayer of gratitude along the lines of, Father, we thank thee for your great goodness. We leave them sitting together praying.
And I have to admit I wept as well. To me, that’s true. In a crowd of 46 people stranded on an island, I know that most of them would be turning to prayer, perhaps secretly at first but then together. I know I would.
I love fiction because it helps us see fact more clearly. In learning about made-up characters, I explore my own character.
If you were on a desert island, what would you do?
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