I am a Treky… have I confessed that here before? I’m not the dress-up and attend conventions in Las Vegas kind, but I am a huge fan of the show…of the franchise!
It started early – Star Trek… the original. I was hooked by Captain James Tiberius Kirk, Spock, Bones, Scotty, Uhura, Sulu, and Chekov. I clearly recall watching occasional shows during the first run (1966-1969) & catching up via syndication starting in 1970.
By the time the animated series premiered (1973) I was a hard working bag-boy for the local Winn Dixie, so I missed most of it. No resistance necessary.
I was such a fan of the original cast/series that when The Next Generation appeared in 1987 I reacted the way I did when Coca-Cola tried to steal the original formula with the mockery that was new Coke. I had nothing to do with it: resistance.
Had it not been that my oldest son, Josh, was old enough to love a good sci-fi program by then, I may never have surrendered to pressure and started viewing TNG.
Nonetheless I did and Captain Picard’s “Make it so number 1” became a catch phrase for giving household assignments while “Engage” became the last word spoken before pulling out of the driveway on a trip. Riker, Troi, Worf, Geordi, and Data all became friends for me, Josh, and Caleb.
During the final year of TNG, the franchise introduced Deep Space Nine (DS9). Once again, I resisted… this was Star Trek without the Trek… it was a space station… in “deep space,” sure, but still – no “trek”? Come on!?!
I did finally learn to like the show after the 1st 2 seasons – by then TNG was wrapped up and it was my only Star Trek fix…
…until 1995 when the franchise “went where no starship captain had ever gone before…”
Star Trek: Voyager gave us Captain Kathryn Janeway – a female starship captain. I initially joined the chorus of Treky’s protesting the absurdity of it all, even referring to Voyager (the starship) as a ‘mini-van in space.’ [I’m not proud of that.]
But Captain Janeway was one tough broad who eventually won me over, even as she worked to deserve the respect of Chakotay and other somewhat resistant members of her crew.
Voyager ended in spring of 2001. That fall we met the crew of Star Trek: Enterprise… a prequel to the original series. Captain Jonathon Archer, a Vulcan Sub-Commander (T’Pol), and a cast of first-time-warp-five-vessel officers explored the final frontier for the first time (chronologically) and, perhaps, the last time (as a TV series). No resistance this time. I loved it from the beginning – Scott Bakula (Archer) and I go way back… all the way to Quantum Leap! We are both ‘men of a certain age…’.
Through the years the ships, quadrants of space, and crews have all changed. So have the enemies. Vulcans were not always trusted. Klingons (the original enemy) had an Enterprise crew member by the time TNG came along. There were Romulans, Cardassians, and, of course, The Borg.
The Borg are defined as “cybernetically-enhanced humanoid drones of multiple species, organized as an interconnected collective, the decisions of which are made by a hive mind, linked by subspace radio frequencies.” [Thanks, Wikipedia]
They are known by their mantra – as they invaded and stoically absorbed races they would menacingly chant, “Resistance is futile. Prepare to be assimilated.”
I’ve been thinking, lately, about resistance and concluded the Borg, though incredibly intimidating, were wrong.
Even in the Star Trek world, resistance was not futile… there were rough patches, to be sure, but the crew of the starship du jour encountering these creatures survived as they resisted.
On Star Trek, resistance was a good thing.
For me, resistance is not always so good.
This is a violent and volatile world… watch the news.
I long to be a peaceful, peace-filled, peace-maker. As a follower of Christ, I have intimate, immediate access to the very Prince of Peace. Yet, I resist.
- aggravated with drivers around me
- frustrated with representatives down the Parkway in DC
- impatient with long lines and slow cashiers at the not-so-super-market
- anxious about unknowns
- short-fused with the very people I love most of all
- cynical with repeat offenders of all sorts, even my own repeat offenses
Peace seems just out of my reach.
Perhaps that is why Holy Spirit wrote, “…and let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts.” (Col 3:15 NLT)
I do not make such peace rule in my life. I cannot will it or discipline it into place. Sure, I can practice soul aerobics to strengthen those peace-loving muscles (and I should), but I can still make those aggravating, frustrating, impatient, anxious, short-fused, cynical decisions if I chose. I can still resist peace.
On the other hand, I can rest from my resistance. I can simply “let” the peace that comes from Christ, rule! I can quit trying so hard, get out of the way, and let Christ rule.
So often resistance has not been futile for me…it has been the victor. I have strayed from peace. No more. I’m letting down my resistance and letting the peace that comes from Christ, rule. Care to join me?