I love stories.
Stories that can take us on an adventure through a wardrobe, or walk us into a dystopian world of deadly hunger games, allowing us to trench through the mud of middle earth. It’s the place we meet characters living in a blue police box or on a round disc on the back of four elephants. We see them fight darkness with light sabers or dragon heartstringed wands. We see them die to save many and rise to life in victory.
All these myths, legends and box office movies tell us a story, allowing us to glimpse past the wizards curtain to reveal what humanity is truly like. We see that there is heart-ache but also redemption. There is sorrow but also delight. There is a beast but also a beauty.
As Tolkien remarks: “The Gospels contain a fairy-story, or a story of a larger kind which embraces all the essence of fairy-stories.”
All stories we watch or read echo the true story of the gospel. Or as CS Lewis puts it:
“Now the story of Christ is simply a true myth: a myth working on us the same way as the others, but with this tremendous difference that it really happened: and one must be content to accept it in the same way, remembering that it is God’s myth where the others are men’s myths: i.e., the Pagan stories are God expressing Himself through the minds of poets, using such images as He found there, while Christianity is God expressing Himself through what we call ‘real things’.”
This blog explores these stories. Looking for the echoes, revealing the wonder and pointing back to a greater story and a better hero.