Finding the Lie

Wed be watching a show lets say, The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau and Jacques would say: No one knows where zee giant squid leeves. Thats when Mom would start up.

God knows where the squid lives, she would say, God made the squid.

When Carl Sagan explained during a Nova program that man is utterly alone in the universe, Mom gave the TV a brief but energetic homily from Romans 1.

Mom, puh-leeze! I complained. Cant we watch TV in peace?

Of all the crazy things for a scientist to say, said Mom, ignoring me because she was so troubled by Carls deficient theology. The heavens declare the glory of God, Psalm Eight. Poor man. We need to pray for him.

Many years later, with two kids of my own, I am ten times worse than Mom. I critique and comment on everything that is counter to Catholic truth: whether its on the radio, in the newspaper, in an ad, or in the lyrics to a song. I dont want to raise sponges who soak up the bad right along with the good, and who dont know the difference. I want my children to grow up to be good culture cops, just like Grandma.

So, I invite my kids to comment. I challenge them to find the flaws in the statements, actions or attitudes of everything from NPR broadcasts, to old Star Trek videos, to magazine ads for Levis. My constant question is this: Can you find the lie? I hear some pretty good answers like:
Fat people are ugly.
Immorality is normal.
Parents dont understand their kids.
All religions are the same.

Afterwards, we talk about it. Thats the best part. Finding the lies is a great stimulus to good family conversation.

Following Christ doesnt mean turning our backs on our own culture. We lay people arent called out of the world, rather were called to live the love of Jesus Christ in the midst of society at home, at work and at play. In order to be effective witnesses, we have to be able to sort out the good from the bad in our culture. We cant be sponges. We have to be culture cops, critically examining the messages that daily bombard us, in order to reject the lies and walk in the light of truth. We also have to teach this crucial way of seeing to our kids.

Some friends of ours made a game out of developing this attitude in their two pre-teen daughters. The parents put two jars on top of the television set. One was empty, the other was filled with dimes. If either girl detected a false message during a program, or the accompanying commercials, she would yell, Thats a lie! and then explain in high speed what she meant; like this: Sassing-your-parents-isnt-funny-its-defiance-towards-authority. She would then collect one dime for herself, and put one dime into the empty jar. When the second jar was filled, the family gave the money to the local crisis pregnancy center, and Dad refilled the first jar.

Those girls turned out to be tremendous critical thinkers. And everyone who visited that home, and wondered aloud about the partially-filled jars of dimes, got a thorough explanation of the game and its purpose.

Want to start a conversation about Christian family life? Get dimes.