“[The Devil’s] cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do [God’s] will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.”—C. S. Lewis (The Screwtape Letters)
“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”—Maya Angelou (via l-i-z-z-i-e-c)
This generation has lost the meaning of many words; love is just a feeling, majesty brings to mind nothing but a shining light, joy is equated with mere happiness, and awesome has become a synonym to fantastic- but fear, we have never forgotten the weight of fear. But the Church has abandoned the view of God as a Holy Terror even though the fear of the Lord is repeated time and time again in the Scriptures, we pretend that fear in this context means that we believe in Him. As the Church we’ve allowed the World to teach us our theology and have taken on the belief that what is feared must be evil because we’ve forgotten that the world and its ways have corrupted fear just as they corrupted love and justice and all else. So we teach instead that God just wants to be best buddies with everyone and give the world a universal hug, because people will like that.
But I don’t want to be offended, and though the Truth may be hard to swallow, I will cling to the potent strength it yields. A passive God would not comfort me. I serve a God whose mere messengers cause men to fall on their faces like the dead, whose breath turns dust into a living creature and whose word can return man to it. We teach that God saves us from our fears, but not that He is fearsome. You would not have confidence in a warrior to defend you if you would not be terrified to stand against him, so why do we not want to know the fear the one whom we have trusted with the fate of our souls? If we fear the one who can kill the body and soul, and have also been given His promise of protection, then we have the utmost confidence to stand the oppositions that once frightened us because we know the power of our God. If we knew and understood the majesty of God we would tremble before the thought of Him who holds the heavens and the earth in his hands, the majesty that would cause men to die of they looked on His face, but that fear should also be our stronghold and the confidence of our joy. We do not disobey or talk to our father like we might our mother as children because we fear him- but that same thought that causes is to tremble at the thought of punishment gives us confidence that he is the strongest man in the world and can protect us from the closet monsters, dark nights, and bullies, and there are no bounds to how much we love and adore him. And how much more would we rejoice in the confidence of our savior if we allowed our self to see him as the Holy Terror he is.
We fear most pain and death- so how much more fearsome is the one who bore the cruelest of all tortures, who could bear the unbearable heartbreak of seeing those he loved turn away, who suffered complete separation from God, the one who defeated death and rose himself from the grave! I have no joy outside of my fear of the Lord because nothing short of an awesome terror could come and accomplish such an impossible task as my salvation!
Girls are often stuck on the idea that all they need or want is just to be “in love” not realizing that all along they have been very much in love. They have been surrounded by it their entire life; family that supported, protected and loved them through the rebelious years, friends that stuck with them through the depression when jr high made you feel worthless, through the roughness of highschool, through the mess of life, that loved them through thick and thin, good moods and bad. They are too caught up in the lies shouted back at them in the mirror that they can’t hear the always constant voice telling them they are beautiful. They are too worried that they will never find a boy to love them the way they want that the miss that the Almighty God became a man and battled all that is evil to win the heart that ravished his, that stole away his breath, he did all that he did to save the girl whose single glance causes him to rejoice in the company of angels. We miss the fact that our awesome creator has always and will always surround us in his strong love because we buy into the worlds lies, and our own lies, that we must fall in love with the fleeting, that we must be heartbroken while waiting for the right one. Well we have the right one already, He is our beloved and we are his, and he is True Love, and he gave himself for us so that we may be his. We so want our lives to be defined by fantasy that we miss the divine romance of reality.
Hm.. Well I hated Shift (the ape from the Last Battle) with a burning and fiery passion… like I hated that guy. But he was the baddy, so you were supposed to hate him. So, after much pondering I decided that Puzzle (the donkey from the same book that dressed up in the lion’s skin) is my least favorite character. When you first meet him I just thought he didn’t have enough brains to be likable, he was totally dependent and a pushover ‘cause he didn’t think for himself. But then I realized that he did have brains, he just didn’t have enough backbone to use them. Maybe I’m being to harsh, but I loved everything about the books, so Puzzle loses for me.
Day 8: What do you think would be your fave mystical creature?
Foxes. Talking foxes. Because I love them, and that would be awesome. (sorry, I didn’t have enough time to look into all the creatures in the books & make a decision with a well developed defense, so I went with my first thought.)
“Then her face lit up till, for a moment (but of course she didn’t know it), she looked almost as beautiful as that other Lucy in the picture, and she ran forward with a little cry of delight and with her arms stretched out. For what stood in the doorway was Aslan himself, the Lion, the highest of all Kings.”—C.S. Lewis (Voyage of the Dawn Treader)
Hm, this one is hard because there are not very many female characters to choose from (comparatively). I have to say that I think Susan’s character is one of the most important in the series to me, but she’s not my favorite. I have to say Lucy is my favorite character, I suppose. I know most people think that she’s the best female character because she’s the one we all want to be, she’s got the strongest faith and understanding of Aslan and because of this we all think she fabulous. But none of those reasons are why I chose Lucy, I chose her because of a singular scene in the Voyage of the Dawn Treader. We all know it, the one where she’s reading the magic book and comes across the page that holds the spell of beauty. I love the relationship she has with Alsan in the area were she hurts the most- when she sees the beauty that she desires, the pictures show her that she could not only be as beautiful as Susan, but be more beautiful than any woman in the world. But before she can read the spell Aslan shows himself on the page and blocks out the words; he was growling and showing much of his teeth and the fear of him being “quite angry” leads her to turn the page (and the pages don’t turn back). He’s angry that she doesn’t think she’s beautiful, that these pictures make her want to change, that she doesn’t see her worth. But my absolutely favorite scene comes later when she makes the unseen seen and she sees the real Aslan;
"Then her face lit up till, for a moment (but of course she didn’t know it), she looked almost as beautiful as that other Lucy in the picture, and she ran forward with a little cry of delight and with her arms stretched out. For what stood in the doorway was Aslan himself, the Lion, the highest of all Kings."
That’s just beautiful, and something that all daughters of God need to take to heart, that we are beautiful and the Joy of the Lord in us shines like the greatest beauty the world could know.
Day 6: If you were in Edmund’s position, what do you think you would have done?
Honestly, it’s hard for me to say what I would have done because I have a completely different mindset than he does— I’m a girl and I’m the oldest child. So, if i was me in Emdund’s exact position, it probably would have had a different outcome (but if I was written in Edmund’s place, I’ sure Lewis would have a different world waiting and I would have tripped up), but if I was Edmund, I think the same outcome would be made. Here is why; let’s take a look into his mind. You just got uprooted and have to live in a new place with a distant guardian, you’re stressed so, of course, your siblings are getting on your nerves more so than usual- especially your sister (the only one you feel rightfully superior to) who just won’t grown up. Then, trying to get her in trouble you find out she was right (which is annoying enough) and you’re suddenly in a strange, cold place. She already proved you wrong about this place’s existance, so you don’t want her to be right about everything else. Then you meet an attractive, powerful woman who pays attention to you and acts like you’re special (keep in mind he’s probably starting puberty- all of Susan’s friends probably ignored him, and all the other girl’s payed attention to Peter instead- who was older and farther along [so probably more “attractive”]) and offers you your every dream (come on, every middle child’s dream is to be treated with the respect [and responsibility in a childlike view that sees it as merely having power] of the eldest child while being spoiled like the youngest). Right now that witch seems pretty nice, and far from evil.
Edmund’s character was made to portray us, all of us, still trapped in our fallen nature before we are saved by the death and resurrection of Christ. Temptation is something we used to always fall into, because we didn’t see it for its evil until it was too late, because it was just too good to pass up. So if put in Edmund’s shoes I would have done differently because I do not have the same weak spots he did, but if I were to have fallen into Narnia in the same condition (before I had faith/grace), I would have probably fallen into another bad path made up of my own temptations.
Puddleglum! Without a doubt, I love this dude. Why? Well, I’ll give you a few reasons. 1. he’s hilarious! He’s always so down, but then he says how all the other marsh-wiggles think he’s much too happy all the time. 2. He is really wise and really cares about the kids, even if they don’t listen to him whenever they should. 3. His holy fear and respect for Aslan is mind blowing; especially since he comes from a swampy place full of gloomy people where you’d expect to find the most lukewarm of Narnians. 4. The entire time they go through the journey he never forgets the importance of their purpose, even when the two given the task often do. 5. The entire scene in the world beneath the surface. The way he stands up against the green lady… most of my favorite quotes from the chronicles of Narnia were said by him down there.
My least favorite female character is not, despite popular belief otherwise, Susan. But I’ll explain that later as it ties in with another day. My least favorite female (not including the evil ones- I ‘disliked’ them the most, but they were perfect villains you loved to hate) was Aravis. I don’t remember much from The Horse and His Boy, but I remember she really annoyed me for the first part of the book. In the end she was loyal and brave and I grew to like her, but because I really didn’t dislike a character, she has the unlucky label as my ‘least favorite.’
I had one of these revelations the other day, right in the middle of a worship service. I was just standing there, singing along when a thought passed through my head; I wanted to show others the majesty of God. Then it hit me- do you ever have one of those moments where you’re really excited and you’re trying to tell your friends something but you can’t put it into words and you feel that you will explode?- it was like that times ten. And what I felt wasn’t even the majesty of God being revealed to me, it was the awe of wanting to express His majesty and power- and even that seemed to overwhelm me! So, I didn’t see God revealed in all His glory burning behind my eyes, but I did see this…
Back in Jr High, at summer camp, those kitschy Christian t-shirts were all the rage (you know the Jesus Christ as the coca cola label and all that jazz), and one in particular that jumped out in my mind were these ones that said in a fancy font “I’m waiting for my knight in shining armor” and then had some reference verse to Jesus riding in on a cloud. I always hated those shirts, and for the most part I thought it was because they were lame and pink, and I hated pink. But then I felt like God was nudging me to think more about it, so I pictured in my head the epitome of a knight in shining armor, and there he stood in my mind, on his noble steed in front of a shining light.
‘He sure looks grand up there on his mighty war horse’ I could almost hear a voice in my head say. ‘ And look how powerful he seems in his armor- unscathed by war or battle- but you can’t even see what’s on the inside, you can’t see where his supposed strength comes from. This man is not my son- he does not now true love or suffering, he has not known loss, he has not fought for anything. My son’s skin doesn’t sparkle in the light of what’s behind him- he radiates like a burning fire, come, see!’
And then I saw him standing before me- on his own like a mighty, mighty warrior. His robes were stained crimson with the blood of his enemies, his body was scarred by his triumph over death, his skin was ruddy like that of a passionate soldier fighting for the one his heart loves. He stood outstanding among the sons of men; with such courage that we of weak language might call it pride because he was so confident in who he was as the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, the Son of God. And then he looked at me and I looked at him, and I saw such a fire in his eyes- such a burning passion of just jealousy that seemed to say ‘you are mine, I love you, and nothing can stand in my way.
And I knew then what real romance was, and what all those girls who settled for a fancy fairytale Jesus were missing because they didn’t want to dig deeper. I’m not saying that they were stumbling, and I’m not hating the season that they were in, but I have seen the fire in the eyes of the lamb who is worthy and I am never turning back.
“In that case, it seems to me that the made-up
things are a good deal better than the real ones.
And if this black pits of a kingdom is the best you can make, then it’s a poor world. And we four can make a dream world to lick your real one hollow.”—Puddleglum
I don’t know why, but these shipping posts keep coming up on my thread. Now, I haven’t read the HP books, and if that strips me of my authority to an opinion in your eyes, by no means will I ask you to keep reading. But most of my friends, including my twin, have read the series and frequently talk about it. And I have seen the movies. After such, I’ve come to this conclusion: I cannot understand how a relationship between Hermione and Draco would work. Now, first of all, I think many who ‘ship’ them do so because of Tom Felton and no other reason. But for those who strictly refer to the characters, I have to put my two cents in because I am a girl who has gone through insecurity, jr high, high school, and life as a woman in general. Insecurity is a hard thing to shake- and could you imagine every time you looked at that scar on you arm, hearing ‘you stupid filthy mud-blood’ (or whatever phrase he used to say) with such spite ringing in your ears with the same voice that says ‘i love you’ every night? I don’t think so. So, that’s all I have to say on the matter, as an outsider to bias looking in. feel free to disagree with me, I really don’t have strong feelings on the matter, it was just nagging at me so I wrote it down.
Day 3: Is there any of the films adaptations that have made you angry because they’ve ignored important parts of the book?
Yes, most of the new movies made me upset because they lost the spirit of the book by trying too hard to make the characters ‘believable’ by today’s standards and ways of acting. They are characters in a book and… well ugh, that’s enough of that.
More to the point, the worst movie by far, in my opinion, was the new release of Prince Caspian. The director himself said that most of the movie was a plot that they wrote themselves because they felt the book did not have a complex enough plot line to work with. Who was it that said it’s easy to make the simple complex, the difficulty is making the complex simple? Yes, the storyline was simple- it was a kids book- but it was enough to capture all our fancies in the movie in our own minds called imagination. Most of the book wasn’t in the movie- and in the parts that were were grossly misrepresented- if you don’t have enough room for the actual story after your ‘added plot’ perhaps you should edit back your screenwriting instead of the novel. On top of that they ruined Peter’s character (one of my favorites), his relationship of friendship and equal respect with Caspian, and the fact that the Pevensies were grown up on the inside, they were wise beyond their years and young in spirit, not spoiled brats used to being treated like royalty. That and the unneeded promotional play at slaughtering the Narnian army that never attacked the castle… Well, let’s just end by saying the movie made me so angry I couldn’t even talk about it for a year.
C.S. Lewis didn’t want his books made into movies because, at the time, he didn’t see it as possible to capture the fantastical elements and creations in his story on the big screen. He did approve of the film adaptation after seeing a demo reel. I firmly stand behind the idea that the BBC versions, while that did not have the special effects quality, captured the spirit and the story of Narnia- but the new movies, though they have the ability to make our wildest dreams into visions, have lost the spirit and the meaning of the series.
Moving on from that, my favorite move is The Silver Chair by the BBC. Tom Baker is one of my all time favorite actors, and him as Puddleglum was awesome. Plus it’s my second favorite book, and the Last Battle was never made into a film.
Day 1: Your fave book? Day 2: Your fave movie? Day 3: Is there any of the films adaptations that have made you angry because they’ve ignored important parts of the book? Day 4: Least fave female character and why? Day 5: Fave male character and why? Day 6:…
Haha, stumbled upon a 30 day challenge I can actually do :P
Whenever I see SUPER SUPER fans online- the ones who say their friends will never understand them, or that the characters of whatever were better childhood friends, the ones who get lost in love with fictions and stories, the ones who spend all their time shipping characters or dwelling on the past of the books. Reading all those superfan posts always made me extremely sad- and for the longest time I thought it was because those people somehow made me so nostalgic, even for things I never read/got into. But I think today I realized what always bothered me- these people forgot that life was worth living; that there are men out there who are more wonderful than characters because they grew up in this messed up world and are still gentlemen, there are girls who can be deep instead of shallow, there are people who would have a stronger friendship with you than any written relationship. There is a world out there, and while part of it is unkind, and sometimes real life is as boring as it is hurtful, there are people waiting to love, with real love, with their whole hearts, and it doesn’t matter if they love those books as much as you do- be cause they love you. It’s easy to get lost in a land of sorrows and dreams, I know, but I also know that there are true people out there, and they are worth leaving behind the despair that disguises itself as a longing for a fictional world. I am not saying not to dream, I am not chastising imagination or a love for literature, I am just sharing my thoughts on those people that cling so hard to the impossible fiction that they refuse to see the possibilities that are waiting for them
“When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”—C.S. Lewis, On Three Ways of Writing for Children (via likeclank)
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
I have, recently, had a loss of things to do on tumblr. And I thought, since it has taken up much of my reading and at home movie experience, that I might venture to take the 30 days of Jane Austen challenge. Then I looked at it… and I realized that I will never be a super fan of anything, no matter how many characters I like, I could never be so well versed in any general series to know so many answers. Oh well, at least now I know.