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Technology and Modern Man: Taking Pictures

As Susan Sontag noted in On Photography, we cannot travel and be tourists without ferrying home images of the place we have visited – as if the purpose of the trip were of the collection of the images, not the being there.

-John Freeman, The Tyranny of E-mail, p. 16

It is hard to imagine that people lived for thousands of years without photography. If you wanted a picture you had to do it the good old fashioned way – draw it, paint it, or sculpt it. Yes, people actually lived quite contentedly without photos. But could we?

Freeman’s words ring true. We’re constantly clicking buttons along the way, taking pictures. My wife and I have had the discussion on more than one occasion about our children, especially on special occasions – believe it or not, it is actually more important to participate in, and enjoy, the moment, than capture the moment. Does anyone still believe that?

Hardly anyone considers these days the implications of the second commandment for our picture taking:

  • You shall not make for yourself a carved image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. You shall not bow down to them or serve them… (Exodus 20:4-5a)

We, at least we Reformed folk for the most part, tend to focus on the command’s prohibition against visual representations of God made by the hands of men. But the command is actually broader. Any physical object representing something else in connection with worship is prohibited. But could it go even farther than that?

I won’t press it too hard, though I wonder about the second commandment’s implications for photography in general. God knows perfectly well man’s tendency to exalt objects of his (man’s) own creation. A physical object can store all sorts of hidden meanings. Physical objects, and especially pictures, can hold all kinds of memories that lay dormant, only to be evoked by the picture. Behold a picture, and feel time crawl backwards, smell an old aroma, sense an old feeling that you haven’t felt in a while. Those were the good old days. Days worthy of reverence. If only I looked and felt like I did back then. If only that old flame were still in my life. And boom, the second commandment is in full force. Don’t bow down. Put the picture away. Live in the now. Now is the acceptable time. Today is the day of salvation, not yesterday. Remember the past, but do not wax nostalgic, or your now will become enslaved to it. You will become the servant of the picture, and you probably won’t even realize it.

Hence the need to reflect on our propensity to take pictures.

As Christians in an age in which photography is so simple, easy, and accessible, when we spend too much time on websites that flood our souls with images, we must stop and think, we must remember our ever-present God who forbids us to make images of him lest we think that he is a thing of the past. Even when he took on flesh, and the image of God was revealed perfectly in a Man, the Lord Jesus Christ, no pictures were taken. We are to behold his glory through words. We see with our ears. We hear through our hearts.

As you take aim with your phone, or break out your high-dollar camera, consider whether or not you are storing up little idols to place in the shrine of Me. My family. My memories. Remember when they were little children, wasn’t that great. They’re all grown up now. But we’ll take plenty of pictures of the grandkids. I hear Robin Williams’ voice in my head, in that great scene in Dead Poets Society, whispering ‘Carpe…Carpe…Carpe Diem. Seize the day boys.’

I’m sure not everyone has experienced this, but some have. Do you know that powerfully symbolic moment after a breakup when you toss all those old pictures of your ex? What is powerful and symbolic about it? It means you’ve moved on. You’ll no longer be enslaved to the past. I hear Robin Williams again: ‘Carpe…Diem.’

We refuse to let ‘time like an ever rolling stream’ bear its sons away. We would immortalize the moments when it is man, not moments, persons, not pictures, that God would have be immortal. How’s your soul these days? I know you are smiling in your profile picture, that’s not what I’m talking about.

Maybe I have pressed this too far, I don’t know. Pictures can certainly serve positive purposes. I don’t know that anyone has ever said that taking pictures violates the second commandment. My point is that you must be careful how you use them. Look away from the pictures and see real faces, made in the image of God. Look away from the screen and see the stars. Look away from the snapshot and see the sky. Put down the camera and drink it in, right now. Be there.

Use the pictures to reflect. Tell stories. But don’t dwell too long. Make new stories. Go to new places and try to appreciate the actual being there.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying (Robert Herrick)

Redeeming Love, by Amy Stroup

A while back I heard this song in Books-A-Million. It didn’t sound like the type of song I normally hear when I am out and about so it quickly caught my attention. The hook is short and catchy, but meaningful, with echoes of ‘There is a Fountain Filled with Blood.’ So I looked it up when I got home. It’s been an encouragement ever since.

I found myself singing the song yesterday after speaking to someone who had suffered a great loss. He needed to be reminded of redeeming love, and so did I. You cannot erase the past, but you can fall forward and fix your eyes on redeeming love.

Redeeming Love, by Amy Stroup:

On Self-Centered Music (Ken Myers, Mars Hill Audio)

Ken Myers, of Mars Hill Audio, recently gave several lectures on the subject of music and meaning. Videos of the talks are available HERE. Myers addresses the nature of music and cultural trends and problems in modern music. I must confess this is an issue I have struggled with over the past few years, but I think Myers does a fine job of crystallizing some of the issues with modern popular music, and especially modern music in the church.

One of Myers’ points that I found helpful was the idea that, in general, music has evolved in recent centuries from what he calls ‘cosmo-centric’ music to ‘self-centered’ music. I think Myers is right in his contention, and that this paradigm shift can be found in more than just music. Take poetry for example.

This was illustrated to me in a discussion I recently had with a university student on the subject of poetry. I discovered that this student basically thought of poetry as nothing more than pithy self-expression. Poetry, for her, is a way of expressing yourself eloquently, but that’s about it.

Compare that to C.S. Lewis’ statement about Geoffrey Chaucer:

Poets are, for Chaucer, not people who receive fame, but people who give it.

You can see his point quite clearly by considering the famous ancient and medieval poems. Take the Odyssey and the Iliad for example. Homer’s work was to spread the fame of Troy, the gods, and Odysseus – not himself. The ‘modern’ view of poetry, however, as expressed by the viewpoint I noted above, will yield primarily introspection and personal emotion. It turns inward, and points readers to the poet, rather than attempting to spread the fame of someone or something ‘outside itself.’

Myers is arguing that much the same is the case with music. My family and I explored this idea by listening to several pieces of classical music. As we listened to, for example, several of Bach’s violin concertos, I asked my daughters to tell me the impressions the music made on their minds. They gave answers such as ‘fairies frolicking in a meadow,’ ‘fairies being chased by a wizard,’ ‘sunshine,’ etc. The common thread in all of their answers concerning the various pieces we listened to is that they all pointed outward. They never said, ‘that piece of music makes me think of my emotions.’ They easily related to the music, not because it pointed them to the song-writer, or the music itself even, but to outward reality and imagination.

I am no music-snob. I know relatively nothing about classical music. But I understand Myers’ point. Much of the classical and ancient music I have encountered tends to set the mind on things outside itself. It’s easy, almost necessary, as you listen to many classical pieces, to begin thinking about thunder and lightning, or sunshine, or the sea. The music was cosmic-centered – it exposited, and pointed to, the grandeur, beauty, ugliness, etc of the world around us. Whereas much of today’s popular music is highly flippant and ego-centric, pointing to nothing outside itself other than the emotions of the song-writer or singer. It exists to spread the fame of the artist rather than something outside the artist, and so the artist lives to spread his own fame rather than the fame of another.

Does this mean that modern poetry and music is bad? Not necessarily. Modern, self-centered, music can be very good, for example, at expressing empathy. A good-songwriter can use his own experience and imagination to eloquently express the human condition. Old country songs about loss and heartache can be a balm to a soul that has suffered those experiences. As a matter of fact, I think the psalter does this exact thing. The psalms give us examples of, and words that we ourselves can appropriate, for expressing and praying our own emotions through song and prayer. Yet I believe there is something to be said for the classical practice of turning our eyes off ourselves in music and poetry, and using the imagination to capture and exposit the world around us.

Let me make one final point. A while back I read something from C.S. Lewis (I think it was in Surprised by Joy) where he talked about the different ways in which people use their imagination. Lewis noted that there is a difference between sheer fantasy and imagination. By fantasy, he was primarily thinking of using the imagination to think about oneself – from visions of grandeur, to lust, and in various other ways, man uses fantasy to make himself the center and hero of the story taking place in his mind. In the other form of imagination, man uses his mind to build worlds of which he is not necessarily a part. Lewis used as an example that he would often use his imagination to create landscapes and the like.

As I read this I took time to reflect that I had rarely, if ever, used my imagination in this way. It seems that my imagination always terminates on one subject – me. I’m always involved. In my own mind, as I imagine, I am always either the hero, or the victim, or the centerpiece of the story. I wonder where I picked up this type of thinking(?). Myers has given me one answer to this question.

Our music habits contribute to how we see the world – especially when they implicitly lead us to think primarily, or only, of ourselves. We become the world, and, more than that, we become the sun – everything revolves around me and my own fragile psyche. This world – me – is surely not as glorious as what is outside it. I pray that I, like the poets of whom Chaucer wrote, will learn to spread the fame of others rather than myself.

N.D. Wilson on Trouble

This is a first for the blog. This site is usually dedicated to things I read and theological reflections, but I’ve decided to share a video.  I found N.D. Wilson’s biblical-theological study of ‘trouble’ to be thought-provoking, helpful, and moving. It’s a bit more than an hour long, so I probably need to motivate you a bit.

This talk is a prime example of why biblical-theology is a worthwhile enterprise. It would take a book-length work to truly unpack an idea like ‘trouble’ as it is conveyed in the Bible. But in a relatively short time Wilson manages to weave quite a narrative, and make some powerful, dead on applications along the way.

I had Ray Lamontagne’s song, Trouble, in my head for a couple of days after watching this video. Why does trouble dog us from the day we’re born? Is it all our fault? Is God to blame? Where did all this trouble come from and what’s the point of it? Watch the video for answers.

P.S. He writes some pretty good books as well. My daughter and I are back into the 100 Cupboards Trilogy reading the Chestnut King.