If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are to be pitied more than all men, so Scripture says. We ache for eternity with a restless longing, a desire for that which exists beyond the perception of natural eyes.
All this world holds, it isn’t enough, because we were created for more. Once God walked on earth with man. Once this world didn’t groan under the weight of sin and suffering. Once man knew paradise and face-to-face communion with his Maker.
And one day we will see paradise restored…and more.
I long for the day, and in part, this ache for restoration, this yearning for something greater draws me to write fantasy. Fantasy captures this longing in some way, it reminds the soul of wonders yet to be explored and of the hope of redemption on a grand and glorious scale.
This desire for our true home infuses the pages of countless fantasy novels. I think of the elves of Middle Earth, dwelling in a land never intended to be their home and haunted by memories of the glorious realm for which they were created. I think of the Pevensie children and their yearning to make their home in Narnia and explore the beauties of Aslan’s country. I think of Knife, confined to the narrow world of the Oak, wishing herself free and somehow knowing she was intended for more.
After trials and hardship, each of them experience longing fulfilled, offering us hope for future restoration. And so I close such books with anticipation of what truly is yet to come.
What about you?
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