4 8 15 16 23 42… 4 8 15 16 23 42… 4 8 15 16 23 42… Some of you may have lived in a cave and have no idea what those numbers could mean. However, in many of you I have just stirred up some strong emotions. Those numbers didn’t mean much of anything until LOST branded them into our minds. I’d be interested to see the statistic of people who have played those numbers in the lottery. Although I’d be careful, (spoiler alert haha) I don’t know if I would want Hurley’s curse for winning with them. If you haven’t seen LOST be warned that there may be many spoilers in this blog. Read at your own risk.
I believe that LOST is the greatest TV show ever. I am not saying I am in love with every season, but I’ve never enjoyed a TV show so much. It seriously raised the bar for TV drama. Many shows have attempted to copy LOST’s style, but none of them have even come close to matching it. No TV show has ever put me through such a roller coaster of emotions. At the end of Season 3 when Charlie died, it took everything in me not to cry. I never knew whether to hate or love Ben Linus. Sawyer could be such a jerk, but yet you felt so bad for him. Jack was everyone’s hero in season one, but as the show went on, you weren’t so sure anymore. I could come up with a list of questions I still have to this day. Did Jack make the putt in season one?
Every week my friends and I would gather anxiously to see what would happen. Without fail, every episode would end with a clever cliffhanger that left us begging for more. The the countdown to next episode would begin. Throughout the week we would all discuss what had been revealed and where we thought it was going. We would check out websites that had people’s theories and ideas. I can remember after season finales in May, I would think, “how can I possibly make it to February to see another episode and find out what happens?” I remember one time when our DVR messed up and did not record an episode and I got angry. How dare Time Warner Cable! For our series finale party, my roommates and I even created a CD putting LOST sound bites to beats and turned our hallway into a wrecked plane and living room into a jungle (I can get you a copy of the CD if you are interested). I lived and breathed LOST, and now that it’s gone I anxiously await another TV show to even come close to how good it was.
When I think about the passion I had for LOST, I can’t help but think about the passion I should have about my relationship with God. I wish I could say that when I am in His presence there is nothing else I can even think about, and that once I leave it I am just longing for the next time. I wish I would always dread the thought of going a day without being in His presence. I wish that it was all that I talked about. I wish that I shared everything I learn from God with everyone. I wish I dug deeper to find more meaning in the Bible. I wish I was so devoted to God that there was nothing that could stop me from spending time with Him. Unfortunately I don’t always feel these things.
As I look back at my love for LOST, I can only pray I’ll continue to learn love God like that. If I could love something as silly as a TV show like that, it shouldn’t be that hard right?
With that, I’ll leave you guys with one of my favorite moments from LOST.
until next time…