Lost

My fabulous husband has addicted me to the ABC hit show - Lost. Not just me, but a few of our friends, family (Laura... I mean you!), and no doubt perfect strangers. He's very persuasive and very good at what he does. He knows good TV.

We're a little behind... 10 episodes this season actually. And with the season finale coming up Wednesday I'm trying to decide:
1) Do I try to catch up in the next 48 hours and burn out my little eyeballs on TV?, or
2) Do I take my time, watch the episodes at my pace over the summer and try to avoid any media coverage (and well meaning friends!) regarding the finale fireworks?, or
3) Do I watch the finale, know the ending, and say forget all those crazy hours I missed?

I'm leaning towards #2. Who has 10+ hours with nothing to do? But how utterly confused would I be if I watched the finale and not the episodes preceding it? Lost thrives on doing just that to the viewer. You're supposed to be lost, and hooked. And I'm there. To miss even one episode throws your whole concept of the story into chaos!

I feel that way without a list - lost. (oh lists are a blog topic all their own!) Or without a plan - lost. I hate that feeling. A little out of control, wandering around trying to figure out what to do next. I actually avoided writing this blog because I was completely lost about what to write.

I have a great book Adam bought me for 50 cents at the public library. It's called "A Year with C.S. Lewis." The daily readings are less then a page long but they give me a sense of deeper meaning and a higher purpose then perhaps prime time television.

The reading for today was: Avoid Clarity. Right, yes. That should be easy. I'm already there. It went on to set up the passage I was about to read from The Screwtape Letters:
Upon learning that Wormwood's Patient has become a Christian, Screwtape illustrates techniques for confusion.

That description spoke volumes to me. (and I hadn't even gotten to the good parts yet!) The Enemy is looking for every opportunity to destroy us, to bring us down and to pull us farther from our Maker. The feeling of confusion seems so benign - frustrating yes, but not necessarily threatening. It's easy to blame myself for feeling so lost sometimes. Maybe I wasn't paying attention; I didn't prepare like I should have? Of course I need to be as prepared as possible and give 110%, but confusion is not from our Father. 1 Corinthians 14:33 says "For God is not the author of confusion (disorder), but of peace..." Ah peace... that's what I need!

So today I'm leaning on God for clarity and peace, and trying to keep it in practice this week. And for all of the Lost fans out there, don't fill me in on the finale. I think I'll stick with #2.