“I had always thought
life first as a story—and if there is a story, there is a storyteller.”—G.
K. Chesterton
Here goes charging into waters that are probably over my
head. So, I preface with a disclaimer:
- This is not a literary analysis of the intrigue and value of an antihero in a story.
- This is not a witty movie critique.
- It is not a denial of the power of the past to influence and inform the present.
- And it is certainly not a denial of redemption—even for the most villainous of us—or of the power of love.
This is, however, a warning. I’m concerned we (all of us,
Christians included) are enjoying our skate on a glittery lake and ignoring the
warning sign: Danger-thin ice. The ice looks pretty solid to us, so we skate
on, oblivious to the melting beneath our feet.
And this is a reminder to myself that things are not what
they seem. We experience only one small portion of a bigger universe, which
exists beyond our senses, often ignorant that it is, as C.S. Lewis put it, “a
universe at war.”
