The Hardest

Metaphors can make you or break you, friends. A good metaphor can take the superstructure of a complex theology and fold it up into something portable, something you can stow in your pack as you journey in and out of those shadowed valleys, then erect with a whip and a snap to climb and escape the teeth of wolves. But it works both ways. On the one hand, you can take the spirit of the Law, the workings of Grace, and our relationship with the Father and make them soluble enough for the mouths of children via the parable of the Prodigal Son. On the other hand, you can take a metaphor that’s been folded up on your back for years and expand it into something systematic, something with servo armatures and telescoping limbs with steel pincers, something that delicately prunes trees and weeds gardens while smashing up houses. Continue reading

First Blood: A Star Wars Story

There are two things you don’t buy at Costco: movies and books. They aren’t discounted like everything else and you pretty much pay the cover price. But the way they’re laid out on long tables in deep piles still triggers the bargain-hunter reflex. You can’t help but look at them. And on our most recent trip, as we push our two brimming shopping carts past the stacks on our way to the cashiers, I see this:

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Golden Books as movie franchise tie-ins are nothing new, friends. But this is my first exposure to this particular volume, and something strikes me about it that I don’t immediately put my finger on. The deconstruction of my childhood narrative framework for corporate profit is only fleeting, however true. The Disneyfication of Star Wars is fleeting as well, already played out with the Force Awakens (don’t get me started, friends). No, it’s something else. Continue reading