The Dark Knight.
Yup. I saw it. This past Sunday. And yes I was quite impressed by the whole thing. Everyone loves the new Batman movie and even the critics are impressed by the movie itself. There has been at least one person who has raised some really good questions regarding the movie and its statement regarding our current culture.
I have to admit that this movie hit me at the right/wrong time and has brought me my very own dark night of the soul. Now I don’t want to be all dramatic but as I have thought about the events that have occurred over the last couple of days I have seen a common thread in them all and it includes going to see the new Batman movie.
The movie is dark. The movie is twisted. My stomach was in knots throughout the whole thing and even in the end you don’t leave with a happy-go-lucky sense that everyone is doing great and everything is going to be just alright.
This plot has become somewhat of a microcosm of life to me. There is so much pain and suffering in this world. Most people that I am surrounded by (friends and strangers alike) seem to ignore the massive amounts of suffering too fearful and powerless to do anything about it. I think about the homeless guy who hangs around the local grocery store. Standing there watching soccer moms pass by in their air conditioned Lexus RX. I think about the absolute lust we fixate ourselves with on the latest trinkets and gadgets. Running our fingers over the metaled curves of our phones or smartphones texting and driving and talking to help drown out the cries of suffering. Even within the church we are obsessed with being technologically relevant and cutting edge and we throw Jesus’ name in the mix to make it all sound so holy.
I’m guilty of everyone of these perspectives. I have perpetuated and propagated these very lines of thought.
I am no better than anyone else and that is why I believe that my soul has entered a dark night. I have bought in. I have felt myself pulled between two powerful and important forces. One that seeks to be satisfied by things that are tangible. One that seeks to be satisfied by things that are intangible. I only have myself to blame.
In some ways I feel like I have the weight of the entire world on my shoulders crying out for justice and it seems to me that no one really cares. Even those who are supposed to.
So yesterday I spent much of the day angry. I voted angry. I drove around looking for the homeless guy at the grocery store so that I could take him shopping (he wasn’t around). Today, when my mind is quiet and I am still the pain and suffering still crash over me. Bringing such a burden.
Have you ever entered the dark night of the soul? How did you deal with it?