Blue Rose tagged me the other day, and even though I don't usually respond to those things (and I'm not going to tag anybody else), I thought this one was a convenient excuse for blogging. So, things that have blessed me lately, in no particular order:
10. Christmas party at Vonsus and Mayxm's, even if I only stayed for a little while.
9. Blue Rose and her boyfriend.
8. Needing to come up with a suitable blogname for said boyfriend.
7. Being able to be here for Esther Selene's impending visit.
6. Being able to listen to Christmas music!
5. Friends who care more about me than about upsetting me.
4. A family that loves me and fights for me.
3. Friendship history that is firm enough for faith to rest on.
2. Sharing Thanksgiving with Archimedes.
1. The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe trailers.
Let me add a word about that last. I don't know if The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe will be any good. I don't know if they're trying to imitate The Passion of the Christ's highly successful market-to-the-Christians promotional strategy without a film that is suited to that. I don't know if they're going to miss the fact that the Chronicles are very deliberately pictures of what it means to be Christian (I know perfectly respectable, well-read people who would argue that the genius of the Chronicles is that you can read into them whatever you want, which is why so many Christians think Lewis was writing about them. Respectfully, those people are wrong. If you can't see how the Chronicles are illustrations of the Christian life, that is because you are missing something about the Christian life).
The point is, no matter how bad the movie is, it has blessed me in this one regard: the scenes from the trailer depicting Peter receiving his Christmas gifts and depicting the four children taking their thrones. Those scenes - whether the movie they come from be good or bad - reminded me of Peter the High King. Now I know that Peter is not very well fleshed out compared to other characters like Edmund and Eustace. That's okay. That boy is Peter, the High King. That boy is Edmund the Just. That girl is Susan the Gentle. That girl is Lucy the Valiant. It is like Mufasa says: You are more than what you have become. You are my son, and the one true king. We Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve never stop needing to hear that message, I think. Be the movie good or bad, it has said that again. That is enough for me.