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One of the recurring themes in the various Star Trek manifestations has been situations where the  crew come in contact with a more primitive civilisation..  In such a scenario it is imperative that the crew do nothing that will distort the existing paradigm and interfere with the natural process of development (or otherwise ) of the culture.   The view of the world that they have is based on their experience and does not take into account technology and worlds that they do not know exist.   Back to the infamous, ‘they don’t know what they don’t know’.    The sudden imposition of overwhelming technology, knowledge, information of other species on other planets etc could be a violation of their view of reality and hence their social fabric.  The have developed rules, intricate social games, stories, language and values that both construct and operate within the ballpark they think they are playing in.  

That there is a much larger, and to them unknown, ballpark has no direct bearing on the ongoing dramas of their own planet and so they should be left alone if at all possible to evolve according to the ballpark they are in.  It is not an accident that sometimes, when unfortunately this Prime Directive has been broken, that the crew of the Enterprise are given semi divine status by the planet’s inhabitants.  It’s the only way to explain something so different and overwhelmingly other.   I find echoes of this in church at times and the way we talk about God.   And yet in church and religion generally that otherness gets explained in our terms, the larger ballpark squeezed to fit into ours.  

Every culture knows what it doesn’t know and tries to get a handle on it, even in the most speculative of ways.  This can range from Oden’s helmet covering the earth each night to the theory of dark matter.  Religions are a prime example of this, fulfilling one of their two main functions, the other is encoding the values and ethics of a culture.   The genius of the Christian faith is how it combines the two in the story of the incarnation.  In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome[a] it. (John 1:1-4)   This explains what we know we don’t know about the universe and our place in it, whether there is a God and if he is positively disposed towards us.  And it also contains the seeds of the new ethic of Jesus, the golden rule to do unto others what you would have them do unto you.

So far, so good ( and mind-blowingly wonderful actually).  Over 20 centuries this truly amazing invasion of our ballpark that broke the Prime Directive in the most gracious and costly of ways has been subsumed into our narrative so now we think we own it, it’s ours.   What is lost is that sense there is a bigger ballpark, things we don’t know we don’t know.  We are frightened and unsettled by this.  Our ballpark is a little bigger than before the coming of Christ, but it is still our ballpark and it is enough for us.  When we talk about God therefore we do so in terms that we think accurately describe Him and his ways.  And, in truth, I believe that much of the bible has been inspired by God and in Christ he has showed us his living word.  And yet…once we lose the sense of the utter otherness of God, his being over and against us, who he is in himself without relation whatsoever to us and our affairs, we weaken our capacity to worship and wonder.    A God who is just part of our ballpark is a very boring (and sometimes very dangerous) a God who exists on our terms.  Just because he gave up everything and became one of us doesn’t give us propriety rights.   Humility and wonder should set the tone for any language about God and a profound sense of gratitude that he meets us where we are with divine courtesy.  This in no way diminishes the fact that he operates in a whole different ballpark than we do.

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