George MacDonald: A Single Vision and An Open Road Between Him and God
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George MacDonald: A Single Vision and An Open Road Between Him and God

I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t familiar with George MacDonald’s unforgettable characters. The Princess and Curdie, Ranald Bannerman, and Sir Gibbie were just as much a part of my world as Lucy Pevensie, Anne Shirley, and Jo March.

I remember losing myself in the thrilling tale of The Princess and the Goblin from the time I could pull books off the shelf when I visited my grandmother’s. And Linda Hill Griffith’s rich illustrations of The Christmas Stories of George MacDonald were the backdrop that accompanied my perusal of his tales each and every December.

Where Edmund was looking

“‘You have a traitor there, Aslan,’ said the Witch. Of course everyone present knew that she meant Edmund. But Edmund had got past thinking of himself after all that he’d been through and after the talk he’d had that morning. He just went on looking at Aslan. It didn’t seem to matter what the Witch said.”
~C.S. Lewis; The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

I’m guessing that many of the readers here have read The Chronicles of Narnia and therefore know the context of this quote. The White Witch comes to demand Edmund’s life from Aslan. As stated, Edmund is a traitor and as such, by rights, his blood belongs to the Witch. The night before the Witch’s audience with Aslan, Edmund had been rescued from almost being murdered by the Witch, and that morning had a conversation with Aslan that “no one ever heard…[but] Edmund never forgot”.

Invisible Made Visible

Invisible Made Visible

It’s been years since I’ve read The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, but several snippets of the story remain deeply imprinted on my mind. Especially the long, desolate hallway in the magician’s house: the gauntlet Lucy had to run, in order to rescue those silly Dufflepuds from their inconvenient invisibility. Of course she could imagine…

Narnian Air

Narnian Air

by Elizabeth D. “I don’t think Edmond would have had a chance if he had fought Trumpkin twenty-four hours earlier. But the air of Narnia had begun working upon him ever since they arrived on the island, ad all his old battles came back to him, and his arms and fingers remembered their old skill. He was…

On Becoming Real

On Becoming Real

Human nature is the original fake. In fact, our moral frailty is one of the sturdiest constants of history: a fascinating and discouraging thought, isn’t it? Modern advertising’s common use of words like ‘genuine,’ ‘real,’ and ‘actual’ clue us in to the fact that it’s much easier and cheaper to make something that’s not real….

The End.

The End.