Friday, October 27, 2006

This Passing Age & Fairy Tales

This world is not all it seems, and the social reality we live in is all topsy-turvy and wrong. Everything's inverted, upside down. Here, the cynic masquerades as a wise man. A man can be a woman if he wants. It is a fantastic place where truth is ridiculed and folly praised, where good is called evil, and evil good.

It's a place that cannot last, a way of life that cannot sustain itself. The world works a certain way, and when people stop living according to the-way-things-are, they end up committing suicide. God is not mocked. The mighty will be pulled down from their seat, He will exalt the humble and meek.

In time, this seemingly all-powerful, overwhelming reality will be exposed for what it is: a mere blip on the timeline of the great historical aeons. For a moment John Lennon thought the Beatles were more influential than Jesus Christ, but there will come a time when no one will remember his name.

We are not condemned to live within the limits of this place. "Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may show that good and acceptable and perfect will of God." "Who is he that overcomes the world, but he that believes Jesus is the Christ?"

All the fairy tales are true. They are the stories that will be remembered long after the stories of this forlorn day are discarded on the dust heap of history.
There is the chivalrous lesson of 'Jack the Giant Killer'; that giants should be killed because they are gigantic. It is a manly mutiny against pride as such... There is the lesson of 'Cinderella,' which is the same as the Magnificat-exaltavit humiles. There is the great lesson of 'Beauty and the Beast'; that a thing must be loved before it is loveable. There is the terrible allegory of the 'Sleeping Beauty,' which tells how the
human creature was blessed with all birthday gifts, yet cursed with death; and how death also may perhaps be softened to a sleep...

In the fairy tale an incomprehensible happiness rests upon an incomprehensible condition. A box is opened, and all evils fly out. A word is forgotten, and cities perish. A lamp is lit, and love flies away. A flower is plucked, and human lives are forfeited. An apple is eaten, and the hope of God is gone.
--G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy

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