I'm making general comments about Christian publishing. And I might as well just get into it, because for the most part, if you don't identify the problems, you can't identify the solutions.
The greatest problem with religion in general, is our inability to handle the risks of freedom. And so, mankind has a need to codify and define. If you metaphorically see that God wants a relationship with mankind like should be between two people in love, then you don't want to stifle it, and make it predictable, and fall into a rigid system of coffee at 7, a hug, out the door. In doing this, things become stale. People do things without knowing why they are doing them, and eventually you have two people who aren't communicating, but say nothing is wrong because they still have coffee at 7.
I'm going to use Tolkien's reference to the problem of the Elves. They loved the world as it was, and feared change. And so, in their attempts to preserve the world, they embalmed it. Obviously, you embalm what isn't living so that it has the appearance of looking alive. The use of the "rings" was their attempt to gain a power to keep the world as they remembered it and wanted it to stay. Well, the saddest state of affairs, is that this part of human nature has been to Embalm, rather than to risk living.
And churches do this, and eventually, you have a ton of people doing a ton of things, not knowing why, and you have these arbitrary reasons, "Because it is right to kneel before you sit", "Why?" "We've always done that..." "What if I have arthritis?" "Wear knee pads".
Now as relates to publishing. I think things have to be fresh, and not according to someone's dictated formula. But people like the safety of formulas. And the problem is the same with churches that fall to Archetypical thinking. Stagnant ideas, unflexible. People who can't heal on the Sabbath. Books have to have redundant themes, and can't be out of the box, because out of the box is threatening.
When Jesus told a Parable, it was a story about life. The parable of the Prodigal Son does not mention the word "God" once. It does not mention "Scripture" once. It does not say the word "Pray" or speak of religious observances. And yet, people feel compelled to say everything they say in "Religious speak." If Jesus had published this, and someone read it, they might wonder if it was spiritual at all, because it can be interpreted as a story about a father loving his son. "Well, you didn't say the word Jesus in the story...can't be too spiritual in my opinion...hrump."
I bought a Christian fantasy recently, and it was worse than trudging through mud. And the company that promoted it thought it was a big deal? Didn't they bother to read it, and realize that a certain standard of writing is necessary at minimum?
Look at the Book of Esther, rarely a reference to God in the book. Yet, it is one of the greatest stories ever told.
My point is that there are countless great stories out there, and it is important to realize we have freedom to express ourselves in ways honestly, without trying to sound like pre-packaged autobots.
Look at the Song of Solomon. Metaphorically it is very deep. However, on the surface it is about two people who are passionate about desiring each other. "Your breasts are like...two towers..." (LOTR anyone). They are into each other's bodies. And yet, there is this stiffling safety net that I think stiffles God given creativity.
In one of the poems I wrote in the poetry thread, I referred to Dark Thoughts. Well, so did David, "My sins are more than the hairs of my head...I have gone down to the pit (grave)...etc.
"Into cold dirt I crawled, hand digging, sinking deeper
Crushed, my body was sprawled, a table set for the creeper
Lower my bent form had fallen, worming inside my own grave
Darkness had come as my covering, and silence was my narrow cave
But to darkness I had no attraction, no lust, no lure, no devotion
Lost, lone sailor through storms drifting, in depths of deaths ocean
Within, no satisfaction gained, my desire was to crawl back above
But death was already within, for I had never known love
Tempests and gloom, darkness and doom, I curse at your forbidden disguise
Death says, "Come peace, comfort, and hope," but now I see your empty lies..."
It seems morbid, even Gothic. But it is simply historical about once having a self-destructive bent, hopelessness. And it can't be said kindly, "Well, I was really sad..." because the only way to plunge the reader into where your heart was, is through strong metaphors.
The point of it was that in feeling suicidal, which I was at that time I was depicting, I had to come to realize that death was not an answer. It was not my friend. It was a cold liar, and I had to look elsewhere for a solution. And actually, take the risk of living life, despite hardships.
Hopefully writers, agents, and at least some publishers will get that brutal honesty, which is ugly, "spilling out his entrails"- is not unspiritual.
The greatest problem with religion in general, is our inability to handle the risks of freedom. And so, mankind has a need to codify and define. If you metaphorically see that God wants a relationship with mankind like should be between two people in love, then you don't want to stifle it, and make it predictable, and fall into a rigid system of coffee at 7, a hug, out the door. In doing this, things become stale. People do things without knowing why they are doing them, and eventually you have two people who aren't communicating, but say nothing is wrong because they still have coffee at 7.
I'm going to use Tolkien's reference to the problem of the Elves. They loved the world as it was, and feared change. And so, in their attempts to preserve the world, they embalmed it. Obviously, you embalm what isn't living so that it has the appearance of looking alive. The use of the "rings" was their attempt to gain a power to keep the world as they remembered it and wanted it to stay. Well, the saddest state of affairs, is that this part of human nature has been to Embalm, rather than to risk living.
And churches do this, and eventually, you have a ton of people doing a ton of things, not knowing why, and you have these arbitrary reasons, "Because it is right to kneel before you sit", "Why?" "We've always done that..." "What if I have arthritis?" "Wear knee pads".
Now as relates to publishing. I think things have to be fresh, and not according to someone's dictated formula. But people like the safety of formulas. And the problem is the same with churches that fall to Archetypical thinking. Stagnant ideas, unflexible. People who can't heal on the Sabbath. Books have to have redundant themes, and can't be out of the box, because out of the box is threatening.
When Jesus told a Parable, it was a story about life. The parable of the Prodigal Son does not mention the word "God" once. It does not mention "Scripture" once. It does not say the word "Pray" or speak of religious observances. And yet, people feel compelled to say everything they say in "Religious speak." If Jesus had published this, and someone read it, they might wonder if it was spiritual at all, because it can be interpreted as a story about a father loving his son. "Well, you didn't say the word Jesus in the story...can't be too spiritual in my opinion...hrump."
I bought a Christian fantasy recently, and it was worse than trudging through mud. And the company that promoted it thought it was a big deal? Didn't they bother to read it, and realize that a certain standard of writing is necessary at minimum?
Look at the Book of Esther, rarely a reference to God in the book. Yet, it is one of the greatest stories ever told.
My point is that there are countless great stories out there, and it is important to realize we have freedom to express ourselves in ways honestly, without trying to sound like pre-packaged autobots.
Look at the Song of Solomon. Metaphorically it is very deep. However, on the surface it is about two people who are passionate about desiring each other. "Your breasts are like...two towers..." (LOTR anyone). They are into each other's bodies. And yet, there is this stiffling safety net that I think stiffles God given creativity.
In one of the poems I wrote in the poetry thread, I referred to Dark Thoughts. Well, so did David, "My sins are more than the hairs of my head...I have gone down to the pit (grave)...etc.
"Into cold dirt I crawled, hand digging, sinking deeper
Crushed, my body was sprawled, a table set for the creeper
Lower my bent form had fallen, worming inside my own grave
Darkness had come as my covering, and silence was my narrow cave
But to darkness I had no attraction, no lust, no lure, no devotion
Lost, lone sailor through storms drifting, in depths of deaths ocean
Within, no satisfaction gained, my desire was to crawl back above
But death was already within, for I had never known love
Tempests and gloom, darkness and doom, I curse at your forbidden disguise
Death says, "Come peace, comfort, and hope," but now I see your empty lies..."
It seems morbid, even Gothic. But it is simply historical about once having a self-destructive bent, hopelessness. And it can't be said kindly, "Well, I was really sad..." because the only way to plunge the reader into where your heart was, is through strong metaphors.
The point of it was that in feeling suicidal, which I was at that time I was depicting, I had to come to realize that death was not an answer. It was not my friend. It was a cold liar, and I had to look elsewhere for a solution. And actually, take the risk of living life, despite hardships.
Hopefully writers, agents, and at least some publishers will get that brutal honesty, which is ugly, "spilling out his entrails"- is not unspiritual.
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