At first I just enjoyed it as funny. But for some reason I found myself thinking about it more, and realized that it also provides a nice parable or what is wrong with salvation-oriented, other-worldly Christianity the sole or almost exclusive focus of which is on whether people are “saved” or “lost.”
There are forms of Christianity which would only view Waldo – or anyone else – in terms of whether they are still “lost” or have now been found.
As someone who used to be part of that tradition, I can understand this perspective. Yet even looking back at the attitudes I embraced when I was connected with that form of Christianity, I find it hard to comprehend how it could have seemed plausible to view God, people, salvation and pretty much everything else in the way that I did.
Perhaps that is one of the negative sides of having a life-changing religious experience. When we go from depression and confusion to a sense of light and clarity, it can seem as though that, and that alone, is all that everyone needs, all that matters.
But the truth is that such experiences, however important they may be to us, neither automatically make us nice people, or truly make all our problems go away. And so even those who have had a “born again” experience, and have had some time to carry on living since then, ought to be in a position to recognize that however important a particular moment or a particular experience may be in someone’s life, our lives are more than that. People are more than that. And the question of whether we reach the point of having such an experience, and the way our lived unfold after them, and everything else about our lives is more than just a simple binary categorization of people as “lost” or “found.”
I have the distinct impression that when Jesus spent time with the marginalized, when he sent people on their way having told them all sorts of things but never “four things God wants you to know,” when he touched the unclean and helped people with things that today we would categorize as mental illness, when he told stories that used hated figures as metaphors for God and provided a hero for the story that struck a nerve of prejudice, he viewed how people were as important.