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The past
weekend Lori and I were able to see Les Miserables. My response is the same of
so many others. Wow! I couldn’t help but be drawn in by the story and the songs
and yes my face was wet with tears as I listened to Fantine sing of the dream she
had dreamed that life had made into her hell.
This is not
my first acquaintance with Victor Hugo’s story. I first met Jean Valjean not on
a stage or a screen, but in the pages of a book. It was on the required reading
list for my high school English class and, as was my style then, I refused to
do the reading and “faked” my way through the discussion. But something strange
happened one day. As I listened to the class discussion I became captivated
with the story. I began reading the book and fell in love with a story that is
not only powerful, but speaks to me in a different way each time I encounter it.
Ever since then the story has been with me. We have seen it on stage, listened
to the sound track and watched the movie. It is truly a classic.
And as so
many have noticed it is a story packed with theology. I have read the reviewers
who have criticized the “overly religious” aspects of the story. My only question
to them is: have you read the book? Hugo had a lot to say about the politics of
19th century France, but he also had a lot to say about God and the
Church. One can’t have the story of Jean Valjean without the other.
As I watched
the film what caught my attention this time was the struggle between being forgiven
and escaping the past. Jean Valjean steals the bishop’s silver and instead of
being placed back in jail, he is given not only forgiveness, but a pair of
silver candle sticks. Those candle sticks come to represent that moment in his
life when he knew without a doubt that he was forgiven and that he could be different.
And while the rest of the silver disappears from the story, it is the two
candle sticks that remain. They are a constant reminder to him of that day when
he was forgiven.
But at the
same time the story highlights how it is sometimes impossible to escape our
past, even after we have been forgiven. Ever present hunting him down is the persistent
Javert. The former prison guard turned
detective is convinced that people can’t change and that it is his duty from
God to make sure that Jean Valjean never be allowed to forget nor escape from
his past.
One irony of
the story that the musical mentions, but doesn’t unpack is the story of Javert’s
past. Like Jean Valjean, his life too is connected to a prison. Not the one in
which he worked, but the one in which he was born. In the book we learn that his mother was a Gypsy fortune-teller, and his father a
galley slave. Javert, so repulsed by his own past, decided to become
part of the system in order to help control, if not wipe out, the kind of
people who gave him life. Javert, like Jean Valjean, wants to escape his past
and he thinks that by hunting Valjean he is doing God’s work and will relieve
his own suffering.
The story of
both men ends the same. Both die at the end. Javert dies confused and unsure if
he can accept the kind of forgiveness God offers. Jean Valjean dies with his
candlesticks in view, the mementos of the day he knew he was forgiven. And with
death his doubts, his fears and even his past finally depart and he is finally
free. Some things, it seems, only come with death.
I suppose it
is the same for many of us. There are parts of our lives, deeds we committed,
things we said that we wish we had not. We have been forgiven, and yet we
cannot forget the past. Like the candlesticks, our knowledge of forgiveness is
there, but so is the haunting memory of our past. And there are those around us
who don’t want us to forget the past, who don’t think we can or did change and
that God should not forgive us. And like the story of Valjean and Javert, the
only way we will get final and complete relief from our past is in death.
In the mean
time, we embrace the death of Christ as the symbol of our own death and forgiveness
as we wait to die so that we can escape our past and finally be free to live (Rom.
6)

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