The gospel according to fandom

If you’ve read any of my past posts, you know that I’m a fan of a lot of things. I’m a huge nerd and when I love something, I love it. I watched all eight Harry Potter movies in a day and a half. I watch entire seasons of TV shows in a day and I’ve watched the entirety of the Doctor Who continuation three times. I own every season of The Office, Friends, and Community. I have a Pinterest account and 80% of the things I pin are about something that I seriously nerd out about (the other 20% is recipes for desserts with a lot of chocolate). And that nerdiness has begun to seep into my relationships. I’ve convinced many a person to watch Community and I recently got one of my friends to enter into the Doctor Who fandom (ok, so she’s just going to watch it, but nine times out of ten that results in fandom). Some may say I’m suffering from a nerd addiction, but I’m loving every minute of it.

But here’s the thing, I wish it were as easy to convince someone of the gospel as it is to convince them to watch a television show or read a book series. Maybe it is, but I just don’t put as much effort into it, which is an awful thought. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve recommended a TV show, movie, band, or book to someone. It happens at least once on most days. It comes so naturally to me, and I’m sure many others, to share the things they love with the people they love. So why is it so hard to tell someone about Jesus? I mean, He’s so much better than any story I could recommend to someone, but I find myself telling people about Him less and less. The gospel is something that I love immensely, so why am I so hesitant to share it with the people I love?


The Doctor’s favorite destination

If you could live anywhere, where would it be and why?

London. That’s the quickest I’ve ever been able to come up with an answer for one of these. I have always wanted to go to England, but with my recent fascination with all things british, that desire has increased exponentially. Plus, british people have everything. Accents, Harry Potter, BBC, Mumford & Sons, One Direction, Andrew Garfield; they one-up America in just about everything.

Young Life international has been set up over in England, which I would absolutely love to be a part of some day. I’ve been told that Europe is a very numb society in terms of religion, and I would love to help with ministry in a place like that.

Plus, BGSU has a study abroad program for education majors in England. There’s a good possibility that I could actually live in London, even if for only a few months. I probably won’t, but I have the option.


It’s appropriate that this post happened to come on the day of the 2012 London Olympic Opening Ceremonies. Neat.

I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important

Let me give you some background on one of my favorite shows, Doctor Who. It’s a super nerdy, British Sci-Fi series on which an time-lord from the planet Gallifrey travels through time and space in a blue police box called the TARDIS (Time At Relative Dimension In Space). Time lords do this cool thing called regenerating, wherein if they start to die, their body prevents them from doing so by recreating every cell, essentially making them a different person. In the television world, that just means that a new actor comes in to play the Doctor when he “dies”. It’s genius writing on the creator’s part. This show can go on for ages, considering it’s been on for fifty years already. But that’s not the point. Because the Doctor can regenerate, he is nine-hundred something years old now. In that time, he’s saved a lot of people and planets and he’s seen a lot of people and planets die. He’s also ruined a fair amount of Christmases in London.
In one of my favorite episodes, when the Doctor meets the only man who can save his companions and those aboard a crashing space liner, he finds that he is a Scrooge-like character with one soft spot – the girl he loves whom he can’t be with. When the Doctor discovers this, he asks the bitter old man who she is. Not wanting to spoil his tiniest hope of ever being with her, he says she’s nobody important. The Doctor rebukes that with this gem:
That means a lot, considering the things he’s seen and done. And you know what? It’s true. And not just in BBC science fiction land where a 900 year old alien looks like a 30 year old man. It’s true for us naturally aging humans, too.
We all serve a purpose in the world. We all play a part in God’s plan.
For the body does not consist of one member, but of many. If the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body. And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body, ” that would not make it any less apart of the body. If the whole body were an eye, where would be the sense of hearing? If the whole body were an ear, where would be the sense of smell? But as it is, God arranged the members in the body, each one of them, as he chose. If all were a single member, where would the body be? As it is, there are many parts, yet one body. (1 Corinthians 12:14-20)
Just because you don’t have the talent of public speaking and you can’t be a pastor doesn’t mean you don’t have a job to glorify God. Maybe you’re an excellent cook who can help feed the poor. If every Christian just had the talent of evangelism, people would go hungry. That’s a bit of a dramatization, but I think you get the point. Albert Einstein once said, “Everyone is a genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life thinking that it is stupid.” If you feel like you have nothing to give, maybe you just haven’t found your gift yet. Keep trying. It’s there. Everyone serves a purpose.