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Samuel Rising

  • Posted on March 25, 2014 at 10:51 AM

I’ve just finished watching Roswell for the first time. The episode “Samuel Rising” stood out to me as a testament of the integrity of the show. Roswell is the story of three human/alien hybrids who are trying to live their teenage human lives while finding out why they were created and sent to earth by their alien parents; it is also an exploration of what it really means to be human. These human/alien hybrids have diverse gifts and one of Max’s gifts is the ability to heal. An on-going conflict in the show is how Max should use his gifts: merely to hide the truth of his identity or to help others in need?

Earlier in the series, Max conceived a son who taken from earth before birth and is now trying to contact him. When Samuel, a child with autism, comes up to him in a restaurant and says, “Daddy,” Max believes his son is using Samuel as a conduit to contact him. After a failed attempt to achieve mutual communication, Max’s human girlfriend suggests that maybe Samuel talked to Max for Samuel’s sake, not for Max’s.

In an effort to help Samuel for his own sake, Max sneaks into Samuel’s house late at night and tries to heal him. Afterwards, he expects Samuel to talk to him, but he doesn’t. Frustrated, Max returns to his girlfriend at a loss. This is what happens next:

She says, “So, what happened?”

“It didn’t work,” he says. “I couldn’t heal him.”

“Well, maybe he didn’t need to be healed. You heal people who are sick or hurt, but Samuel isn’t sick or hurt. He’s just different.”

After some thought, Max says, “Maybe I was trying to heal the wrong person.”

The next thing Max does is have his sister, who can walk in people’s dreams, try to bring his parents into it Samuel’s dream. Samuel’s dream proves he does know what Christmas despite his father’s earlier assertion that he didn’t (represented as a tree, train, presents, and love). When the dream-version of his parents arrive in his dream (versus the “real” ones watching) he says, “I love you, Mommy. I love you, Daddy,” just as he would do if he could use words outside his own head.

When they wake, Samuel’s daddy calls his (ex-)wife and asks to come over. Samuel gets to live a part of his dream and he gets his daddy back.

I’ve watched many television shows that include an episode on autism or another disability. Most are disappointments. A few come close to getting it right. I’m glad to find one that really, truly gets it right.

Autism: A Christian Perspective

  • Posted on March 3, 2014 at 10:00 AM

Faith is transformative. When you develop faith in something, your faith transforms who you are, how you see yourself, how you see the world, and what you do. The stronger your faith becomes the more transformative it becomes.

I am a Christian. I believe Jesus Christ is the Son of God. I believe He took upon Himself earthly flesh in order to be a living example unto us and in order to sacrifice Himself for our sins. I believe human beings are fallen: Fallible, corrupted, and imperfect. I believe human beings, at least in our earthly forms, are finite: All our abilities are limited, including and especially our abilities to observe and understand the world around us. I believe we are capable of greatness, for good or for evil. And I believe that evil is a real force in this world that affects us all.

These beliefs transform me continually. They shape how I see the world and they shape how I see my fellow human beings. Yet, I also believe in the freedom of mind, the freedom of thought, the freedom of belief (especially, but not exclusively, religious belief), and the freedom of speech.

I am a Christian, but I don’t expect you to be a Christian. I look at the world around me and see a multitude of beliefs and I am content. One of the beliefs I see is a conviction in science. There are people who believe in science the way I believe in God. I can’t do that. For one, according to my faith, that would be idolatry. For two, science is a man-made discipline, which according to my faith means it is finite, fallible, corruptible, imperfect, and limited.

The irony I see is that these beliefs are reinforced by science itself. Scientists have demonstrated their finite abilities to observe and understand the universe. They have proven themselves to be fallible every time they correctly apply the scientific method to reach a conclusion, which is later disproven by yet another application of the scientific method. Scientists have recognized the corruptibility of their discipline, whether intentional or unintentional, which is why they use double-blind studies—so their assumptions, predispositions, and inclinations are not as likely to influence their results. Scientists recognize the imperfection of their discipline—at least, they used to—which is why they call their conclusions theories, signifying that a proven theory is the best they can do to explain a given set of variables to the best of their abilities within their current limitations. Scientists recognize—at least, they used to—that theories have a nasty habit of being disproven and reconfigured over time. While I don’t understand advanced physics, I do know there are active (i.e., not disproven) theories that directly contradict each other alive in physics today. As per my limited understanding, these conflicting theories work to explain current observations and have mechanical application, but that they require a unifying theory that does not exist yet. I am, however, much more familiar and comfortable with the conflicting theories that abound in social sciences, like psychology and sociology.

Science provides us with a limited and imperfect way to understand the world we live in and the universe in which our world resides. As such, I respect it. But I do not, cannot, and will not put my faith in science.

Now, if this was a treatise against science, I would point out how inconsistent it is with scientific methodology and principles to assert that man-made global warming, i.e. climate change, and human evolution from animals are facts. A fact is something that we know actually exists, because it has been observed to have happened. We have NOT observed man-made global warming and we have not observed human evolution from animals. We have, however, observed facts which support the theories of man-made global warming and human evolution from evolution. The fact that even scientists have made these erroneous assertions is further evidence that science itself is corruptible.

But this is not a treatise against science. This is a post about autism. Really, it is. You see, science (i.e. doctors) tell us that autism is a disorder: The implication is that there is a “correct” order for a human brain to be in and that autism isn’t it. Science will tell us that autism can and should be cured. Science will tell us that people with disabilities are broken and that science can fix them.

My Christian faith tells me something else. My Christian faith tells me that my children were knitted together by God in the womb. My Christian faith tells me that the inherent people my children are is exactly who God made them to be, which is not to say “perfect,” because we’re all fallen. But, and this is a big BUT, God does not make broken people. Now, it’s true that people have free will and people have a tendency to break each other for their own sick purposes, but that’s a whole other thing having to do with abuse, neglect, and other forms of man-made trauma. The point is that my Christian faith tells me to love and accept my children as they are, to raise them up to be, to the best of my abilities, the people God wants them to be, and to treat them with charity, which is love not donations.

My faith also tells me that God can heal. Jesus Christ healed the sick, the infirm, the lame, the blind, and even the dead. According to my faith, I believe that if God healed my children they would still be autistic in the sense that there neurology would be profoundly different from “normal,” but that their neurological differences would no longer be a source of aggravation, discomfort, and frustration for them. Science, on the other hand, tells us that if my children were healed, then they would be normal.

Now, I know and freely admit that there are Christians who have a very different perspective from my own. This is a Christian perspective; not the Christian perspective. I also know there are scientists who have a very different perspective than the one, which in my experience is still dominant, which I’ve presented here—I salute you! I also know that I am just as limited and fallible as the rest of humanity and acknowledge, quite freely, that I very well could be wrong. But I also know that I’ve spent over a decade studying, praying, exploring, questioning, and informing my beliefs. I’ve tested this by everything I know and everything I’ve learned and I am confident that, within my own limitations, I can do the best for my children, for our society, and for the world by sharing my beliefs with others. It is only by sharing that we can instruct, edify, admonish, correct, and uplift one another. And we all need that, whether we know it or not.