About three years ago, a friend gave me a copy of “The Da Vinci Code,” the best-seller now translated into a movie. I had no idea what the book was about — other than it was a mystery involving Leonardo da Vinci. Anyway, I began to read it. About halfway through, I put it down. Nothing was wrong with the book. It had all the advertised plot twists and turns. Something was wrong with me.
You see I’m a member of a notorious, widely-ridiculed religious cult whose members drive minivans with lots of kids and gather in white-washed buildings on Sunday mornings. Yes, America, I’m a Christian.
Now, I have undergone some self-scrutiny over the years. I spent four years at a liberal arts college where Religion 101 meant learning to disbelieve. My own social career on campus was not exactly a testament to the Ten Commandments. Regardless, I always retained some grasp of who I was and what I believed in.
That faith motivated my interest in public service. There is simply no better statement of “Democratic” ideals than Luke 4:18. I had that verse over my desk every day I served in Richmond. One of my proudest moments was sponsoring HB 798 in 2004 that opened up Virginia to the “reading for the blind” media outlets free of charge. If you know that verse, you’ll know why that’s important.
When I read Da Vinci Code, I saw an interesting plot. I saw a predictable attack on the history of the Catholic church (which is the history of all Christians). I saw everything except the key to any good book: a point.
Because its alternative to Christianity was cynicism. Call it nihilism. And no one is willing to die for that.
I’m reconciled to the fact that Hollywood doesn’t give a damn about people like me. (Actually, I liked “Old School” but that’s another post). Even though I consider myself a liberal. Because faith may move mountains, but it doesn’t make motion pictures.
I won’t be protesting. People can make their own decisions. I’ve made mine.