Hopeless when it comes to Romantics?

 After being held captive by a villainous virus and confined to her comfy chair for weeks on end, the recumbent heroine sought refuge in her local library's ebook empire, and falling prey to extreme boredom and mental fatigue (pronounced fat-ti-gue), she finally gave in and perused a significant number of works vaguely classified as 'christian romance novels,' and her reaction can only be described as curious indeed.

I read a little Georgette Heyer some years back, complaining afterwards that they were all the same book, just with the hero having different colored hair and driving a different number of horses and the heroine having a variable number of siblings to differentiate them.  I also had several bad experiences with Jane Austen spin-off novels, expecting such sequels to be as chaste and classy as Miss Austen herself, oops!  But I had run out of things to read when influenza decided we go on whirlwind courtship, and being barely cognizant, wasn't up for my usual preference for tales like Les Mis, Tale of Two Cities, or anything Austen or Chesterton, I didn't have the mental energy to think so I thought a little Christian romance might be just the thing to wile away the hours, forget my discomfort, and explore a rather foreign genre.  Secular romance novels are downright trashy and nothing I even dare explore.  But apparently modern Christian romance, at least from the several authors I sampled, isn't all that different from Georgette Heyer or anything offered on a classic Hallmark playlist, save perhaps in the time it is set.

The books and stories weren't bad, they just weren't good, being rather boring, predictable, insipid, and had very little of either romance or true Christian faith.  Strangely, any of the classic novels listed above are far more romantic and Christian than anything of modern make I have yet waded through though hardly being classified as Christian romance!  C.S. Lewis and Tolkien are the most modern authors I have found to be both competent storytellers and truly Christian writers.  This modern fluff has all the theological depth of a Joel Olsteen greeting card and the stories all the intrigue of a Hallmark Christmas special or the nineteenth Spiderman movie in as many years.  Is that all modern Americans expect from either faith or literature or even romance?  I knew our country was in hot water but it seems to be willingly drowning in an inch deep pool of insipidity if what I sampled was considered 'good' reading or theology!  Just because something is 'clean' doesn't make it good.  And just because you throw in a few christian fortune cookie one-liners like 'God directs your path' and "He'll turn your problems into blessings,' doesn't a christian text make.  But I guess if you are living that sort of shallow faith or insipid interpersonal relationships or have never delved into serious literature, thinking anything more daunting than the latest Marvel remake is beyond your intellectual abilities, I shouldn't be surprised people love this sort of thing.

Nobody wants to think, especially about their own lives, relationships, and the true meaning of life, the universe and everything, that's why we have an answer (42) but we still can't comprehend what the question is.  It is so much easier to type something into google and accept the first line of text that pops up as the ultimate answer to the pertinent question rather than to ask is it true, is it from a reliable source, what does it actually mean, is it biased, or do I need to delve deeper into this issue?  You wouldn't believe all the people that walk into my office and tell me what is wrong with their pet and what treatment they expect, rather than letting me do my job and figure it out and do what the pet actually needs, everybody is an expert nowadays in everything except the actual experts!  They'd happily take my advice on rewiring their house or replacing the transmission in their car (things I know nothing about but I'm sure YouTube would love to advise me) but when I don't want to treat their dog for distemper (not that there is one) when it is obvious it has liver cancer, well what do I know?

C.S. Lewis got it right when he said, "the world does not need more Christian literature. What it needs is more Christians writing good literature."  A vibrant Christian faith will shine through any well written tale even if that book isn't overtly Christian, books like Pride and Prejudice, Lord of the Rings, Les Miserables, A Tale of Two Cities, never (or only rarely or in passing) mention "churchy" stuff but glimmer and gleam with a Christian worldview and doctrine, hope, faith, purpose, and love without ever being preachy or boring, which those modern romance novels tended to be even if they mentioned God a mere half dozen times in the whole tale.  Where is the unrelenting, unremitting, unconquerable Love that drove God to become Man and die in our stead?  Where is Darcy throwing pride to the wind to save the woman who may never return his affections?  Where is Jean val Jean, the hardened, bitter criminal cruelly wronged by society and fate, yet offering forgiveness and kindness though it may doom him?  Where is the faithful Sam that would follow his master into the fires of hell with no hope of rescue or return, but determined to do what is right?  Where is one man willing to die in place of another to spare the sorrow of the woman he loves but will never be his?

We moderns define romance as merely romantic love, but we are as ridiculous as Eowyn riding off to war, seeking relief via death in battle over conquering her disappointment because Aragorn will not look on her with a tender eye.  That is my one complaint about Tolkien, most of his heroines are rather sulky, which I suppose is why Rings of Power needs to portray Galadriel as some sort of Xena wanna-be, which is odd since she is the one strong female character that isn't moping around in the books over thwarted expectations.  But romance is so much more that romantic love, or rather lust as most modern writers have it, it is the very adventure and poetry of life, the substance that makes existence worth enduring, that turns the mundane into the miraculous: sunsets, old jokes, fuzzy blankets, snowball fights, good friends, a crackling hearth, candlelight, spying your first moose, new life, long goodbyes, Spring, the call of geese on the wind, snow days, toddler commentary, good books, gooey cookies and steaming hot chocolate, hearty stew on a bitter night, starlight over snowy fields...none of that requires a love interest, only a child like heart and a sense of wonder, real humility and a readiness to embrace whatever the Author of your own personal romance is going to throw at you.

Don't settle for meek as milk toast modern theology or romance or literature, delve into the old classics, be they books or the songs of the season, forget Santa Baby and actually look at the lyrics of O Come O Come Emmanuel, What Child is This, or Hark the Herald!  Maybe the reason I find modern books so insipid is because Man himself has become so in this world of easy information wherein true wisdom has become scarce.  Nobody wants to be offensive, but the Gospel is offensive, it defies our natural selfishness and challenges us to be better, to live a life of meaning and adventure and purpose, but we'd rather just be a pointless ball of atoms and energy floating along a meaningless but pleasant course until we vanish into oblivion, of no more consequence than any of the numerous stories I just read, as soon forgot as finished, nothing memorable or significant about any of them.  Now is the time to choose your own adventure!  Now there's a genre I should go back and explore as an adult, they were kind of fun as a kid but that's a whole other post!