And So It Ends
SPOILER ALERT: If you haven’t watched the final episode of Lost and plan to do so spoiler-free, then why are you even on the internet right now? Quit reading immediately and go crawl under a rock somewhere until you’ve seen it.
So, after six years of smoke monsters, polar bears, time travel and some of the best characters ever to grace the small screen, Lost came to an end last night. Heather and I hurried home from community group, put Jordan to bed and curled up on the couch to see how it would all end.
My initial reaction last night was that the finale was a fantastic episode on an emotional and character level that didn’t really pay off with its big final plot twist. I loved the countless payoffs for these characters we’d come to love over the past six seasons, especially the “a-ha!” moments that would jar their memories in the flash-sideways world, triggering a flood of recollection about the events and people that shaped them back on the island. The closure that most of the characters received felt pitch-perfect, especially the reunion of Sawyer and Juliet, probably my favorite couple from the show. However, when the show made the big reveal with about 10 minutes remaining that all the characters gathered in the alternate-reality chapel were actually dead, Heather and I weren’t sure we liked the twist.
Initially, we both thought that everything we’d seen, events on the island included, was just some sort of afterlife test before moving into the great beyond. That just felt cheapening to many of the events that had taken place and it seemed like a bit of a cop-out, since it was basically the oldest Lost fan theory in the book. However, after reading the consensus understanding that only the flash-sideways was an afterlife, while the events on the island were very real (if largely unexplained), and rethinking some of the final moments, we actually warmed to the ending. It’s not the way I would have written it and its obviously rife with theological problems, but it was actually a rather poetic ending that feels like it fit the tone that Lost carried throughout its run.
So, Lost was six years of great drama and the finale was two-and-a-half hours of fantastic TV, but what else can we take from it? I think there are several things the show teaches us about ourselves. First up, we’re fascinated with the idea of redemption. Lost is a show that ultimately, beginning to end, is about redemption. The search for it is the thread that ties every one of its characters together. As human beings, we know we’re broken and we desperately want to be fixed. That’s a chord that Lost strikes again and again throughout its tale. Secondly, I think the show exposes a sort of paradox that exists in our culture right now. On one hand, postmodernism and its focus on narratives rather than truths is alive and well in our culture. It’s plainly evident that the show’s writers sought a finale that would deliver an emotional conclusion to the stories of these characters rather than focusing on answering the countless mysteries that surrounded the island. Even the church where the characters end their journey contained a mash-up of just about every religious symbol imaginable. However, despite the great postmodern, mysterious bent of the show, the fan reaction to the finale also serves to point out that we as a culture still crave answers. It won’t take long looking around the web to find fans who are infuriated that the finale didn’t really say anything about what the island was or why it was so special. Even for fans like me who found the final episode rather satisfying, it is a bit irritating to know that it all revolved around some unexplained light fountain that Jack had to stick a cork in to prevent a giant cloud of smoke from ending the world. There’s something in the human heart that longs to know the answers to the questions that plague us. This is where Lost, I believe, demonstrates that our culture is begging a question that only the gospel can answer. The gospel is a beautiful story with a perfect ending, but it is much more than a story. It also answers the questions that we have about who we are and, more importantly, who God is. Sure, we may not get the answers to some of the little peripheral questions than nag at us, but we do get a deeply satisfying look into the author of the story who is trustworthy, true, and is most certainly not trying to string us along to boost his ratings.
I’d be interested to hear your take on the Lost finale and on the show as a whole. Personally, I really enjoyed the conclusion, and the whole tale was a great ride. It was a fantastic story, and it also serves as a great reminder of and pointer to the greatest story ever told.




