Monday, January 13, 2014

Dennis Rodman and the Lie of Individuality

Dennis Rodman is a basketball freak.  He grabbed more rebounds in his NBA career than anyone else.  And apparently, all those piercings and tattoos have turned him into just a plain ol' freak.  I told the Queen that I didn't think I'd get on Rodman's lifeboat if I was on the Titanic.  He's fruit loops.

He recently visited North Korea, much to the chagrin and frustration of basically everyone in the thinking world who processes oxygen through respiration.  In doing so, he pretty much bit the head off of Chris Cuomo in an interview that left everyone scratching their non-bit-off head.  But don't worry, he was drinking.  That's why he was crazy with Cuomo. [Story Here]

His essential message related to a North Korean prisoner named Kenneth Bae is that he wasn't messenger or emissary of the United States, but a personal friend of the potentate of NK.  Therefore, it wasn't his problem (and the guy was probably guilty anyway).  This is Charles Barkley's "I'm not a role model" on international steroids.

The problem with this line of thinking is it assumes that evil / sin / bad stuff in the world is contained in some spiritual flask or moral beaker with a Bible verse stopper in the top.  Nice.  Tidy.  Isolated.

But the evil / sin / bad stuff in the world isn't contained like that.  It's more like a consistent, toxic sludge dripping into the water supply for years upon years.  Poisoning is widespread and nobody gets away from it.

For a moment, let's get off the crazy train that is Dennis Rodman and bring it down to where we live. Because I have - and you have too - thought to yourself that the opportunity to sin or the missed opportunity to do good didn't really have a connection with anyone else.  It's isolated.  Contained.  Call it the lie of individual sin.  We've thought it.

And we're dead wrong.

Sin, whether of the Rodman variety or something a heck of a lot closer to home (like the computer screen you're reading this on?), always has consequences.  Always.  And they're not solely contained in the heart of the man or woman who commits the sin.  There are repercussions.  Some are slow drips.  Some are failed dams.

A wife leaves her family because of her adultery and blames her husband.  Dam.

A college student tells himself it's just videos on the computer and no one knows and it doesn't matter anyway.  Drip.

A dad always has emails to answer and phone calls to take, and a son who doesn't know how to dribble a basketball.  Drip.

A women's small group at church is the generator and promulgator of much of the church's gossip, all in the name of prayer.  Dam.

Dennis Rodman can't get around that.  We can't either.

But that's just me thinking thoughts...

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