Last week I brought the film Signs (by M. Night Shyamalan) into my
class and showed a particular scene that illustrates the film’s central
question: Is all that happens just coincidence, or is there purpose? Put
another way, are we on our own in a world of chance happenings, or is there
Someone who is guiding things for a purpose?
The main character, Graham, is a former
Episcopal priest who has left the Church and is angry with God because his wife
has died in a freak car accident. At this point in the film, alien activity has
been observed around the world, and people are understandably anxious. Graham
and his family—his children and younger brother, Merrill—are holed up in their
farmhouse, trying to decide how to respond to the alien arrival.
Graham divides the potential responses into two
groups of people: Group 1 thinks that what happens is more than coincidence.
“Deep down,” explains Graham, “they feel that whatever’s going to happen,
there’ll be someone to help them, and that fills them with hope.” For Group 2,
however, all is just chance, a 50/50 possibility: it could be good; it could be
bad. “Deep down,” says Graham, “they feel that whatever happens, they’re on
their own, and that fills them with fear.”
“What you have to ask yourself,” concludes
Graham, “is ‘what kind of person are you?’” and “[i]s it possible that there
are no coincidences?”
“So which type of person are you?” asks
Merrill.
“Do you feel comforted?” Graham responds.
“Yeah.”
“Then what does it matter?”
Merrill is disappointed, because the answer does matter and it matters what we
believe. Is there a purpose to what we encounter in our lives, or will it at
least be used for a good purpose? And
is there a God who will guide us through the adversity, providing help and hope?
In “Longing,” George Herbert’s poem of
suffering and complaint, he acknowledges that “[t]o Thee help appertains,” yet
questions,
“Hast thou left all things to their course,
And laid the
reins
Upon the
horse?
Is all lockt? hath a sinner’s plea
No
key?” (43-48)
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So, we know that God is the source of all
help, yet sometimes it feels like no one’s holding the reins of the world, and
things (usually bad) just happen. Is anyone in charge here, guiding, directing,
controlling the world (more generally) and my life (more personally)? This is
the first question the poet wrestles with, while the second is if God is in
charge, when I call on Him for help, why can’t I seem to get through to Him?
Why won’t He answer me and provide help?
Unlike most of his poems, in “Longing,”
Herbert does not find an answer, or even a resolution, to the latter question
about God hearing and responding. He does, however, provide an answer to the
first question:
“Indeed, the world’s Thy book,
Where all things have their leaf assign’d;”
(49-50)
All is not left to chance and coincidence. There
is purpose: the world is God’s book. He is writing the story, and that can fill
us with hope. Look for the signs.
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