On Tolkien Reading Day
When we see news of a miraculous conception come to a young woman in Galilee, we can imagine a crumbling stronghold. Evil’s end is sure.
When we see news of a miraculous conception come to a young woman in Galilee, we can imagine a crumbling stronghold. Evil’s end is sure.
…spring has arrived, and with it, a special level of frantic activity. Here are three things to remember as you usher in the spring with your kids.
We’ve been cheering you on to enjoy Middle Grade books all month long, but we wanted to get in on the fun.
They’re comfort when kids are sad, encouragement when they are afraid, and emboldening when they are cowed by the real challenges the world presents. And, they’re often an opportunity to enter into a story shared with siblings and families.
I believe that one of the sadder things that you could say of someone is that they have lost their history. Almost as bad would be to say that they have lost their legends, for without these, we find ourselves cast adrift in a sea of influences that tug at us as we wallow helplessly…
I had a conversation with a friend recently about her little boys. One of them is in the stage where he has imaginary friends; at present, he has three of them, with nonsensical names she doesn’t understand. Mom is doing a great job respecting the stage he’s in. She allows this kind of creative play…
November 29th marks the 127th birthday of C.S. Lewis and the 193rd birthday of Louisa May Alcott.
The Bible tells us that grace comes through faith, and that faith is the conviction of things unseen. It could be argued, then, that grace is the result of faith in something our modern culture would consider a myth (the unseen world).
In our imaginations we explore other worlds, we put ourselves into situations we’ve never actually been in, and we inevitably wonder: What would we do there? What would we be like?
We wanted to make a place we would want to visit and read, and be encouraged and inspired to serve our families better. This was, and is, a golden rule project.
But in reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in the Greek poem, I see with a myriad eyes, but it is still I who see.
-C.S. Lewis
He lingered longest in the fiction section, excitedly recognizing a few titles that we’ve read aloud as a family. Just when I began to self-indulge in the sentiment of the moment, he posed the question that had been brewing in his head.
“Dad, have you actually read all these?”