#InsightsFromFiction – Our Limbo of Victory


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“Frodo, neither the Voice nor the Eye: free to choose, and with one remaining instant to do so. He took the Ring off his finger.” -Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Our struggle. Daily, even minute by minute at times. So accurately described in so many places, and yet no easier to deal with.

We are neither the Voice nor the Eye, the Holy Spirit nor the Spirit of Evil. We are the agent in the middle, free to choose – and at times with only an instant to do so. Continue reading




What do you value about fiction? How has fiction impacted your life? -MM

This was submitted by a friend on my Ideas? page and was one that I felt had a lot to offer to the Christ follower and their walk.

A while ago I started tweeting quotes from fiction books I read with the hashtag of “#InsightsFromFiction” (I’ve done, like, 30 of these, but when I looked it up it only shows the most absolute recent ones… oh don’t worry, I’m writing my Senator about this outrage…). This hashtag was a response to what seemed like an unusual amount of negative feedback, within a short amount of time, I was getting from people in my life about (a) the pointlessness of fiction or (b) how it had nothing significant to contribute to the reader or (c) it was a waste of time (really all three points are basically the same…but I like to rephrase stuff for maximum impact…do you feel impacted? Mission accomplished).  Continue reading

The Living Dust Struggle

One of my favorite books of all time, probably in my top three, is Thorleif Boman’s “Hebrew Thought Compared with Greek.” I use it almost like a devotional, reading parts here and there, finding different things in one reading that I never noticed before. He talks about the Hebrew tendency to attach a meaning or attribute to anything physical. “Flesh,” “flowers,” or “grass” is used to convey weakness, the transitory, or the temporary. The “sun” and the “moon” are signs of God’s daily grace and mercy, while “gold” naturally conveys opulence. But the one that usually interests me the most is their use of “dust.”

Dust carried with it a lot of ideas that were related to each other. It was equated to death, Sheol, and the grave. To show extreme grief, they poured it on their heads. When speaking to a superior, it seemed common to refer to oneself as no more than “dust and ashes” to communicate humility and smallness.

And man was created from “dust.” Continue reading