Well, it finally happened. Fans have speculated for years over the actual suitability of the series’ main characters for one another, but today Harry Potter author J. K. Rowling affirmed the contentious musings of Harry / Hermione shippers when she allegedly told Emma Watson, in a forthcoming issue of Wonderland Magazine, that the famous boy wizard should have married his best friend. Continue reading
[ Because The Hobbit comes out this week and I can’t think about anything else, all week long on my blog I’ll be posting meditations on some of my favorite moments from The Lord of the Rings, both novel and film. Today we venture into the Old Forest. ]
In September 2002, as I was beginning my junior year of high school, my best friend called me up on the phone.
“Boze, I have the most amazing movie,” he said. “You have to see it.”
I was immediately skeptical. Eric Booth and I had vastly different taste in movies. I preferred mystery-thrillers from the 1950s and ‘60s, which put him to sleep. And his one attempt to show me The Matrix hadn’t gone over well.
“What’s it called?” I asked, more out of politeness than genuine curiosity.
“Fellowship of the Ring,” he said in a tone of wonder. Continue reading
Can the dead see us?
Is there music in heaven?
Are there animals?
How are we never bored?
I had to restrain myself from tweeting the whole essay, but here’s an excerpt. He’s answering the question of whether we’ll know everything in heaven, and comes to the conclusion that though we’ll know much more than we know on earth, it will be our joy to be as children as forever in the glory of our own smallness:
Even if there is no curtain in Heaven, even if our consciousness there dashes against no wall or limit, still we remain like the tiny figures in a Chinese landscape: small subjects in an enormously larger objective world. Even if we then escape from the tiny hut in which we are now imprisoned and through whose smudged windows or chinks in whose walls we now must look – even if we wander freely in the country of light – we are in the light, not the light in us. Our first and last wisdom in Heaven is Socratic, just as it is on earth: to know how little we know. If there is no end of the need for humility in the moral order (the saint is the one humble enough not to think he is a saint), the same is true of the intellectual order (the wise man is the one humble enough to know he has no wisdom). It all depends on the standard of judgment: by earthly standards most of us are moderately saintly and moderately wise; by Heavenly standards all of us, even in Heaven, are children. And by the standard of the infinite, inexhaustible perfection of God, we remain children forever. Happy children, fulfilled children, but children.
This morning I go to mass to receive the body and blood of our Lord.
To drink from the same cup of communion that was shared by Augustine and all the saints.
To be reminded that I don’t worship in isolation, but as part of a community extending through time and eternity.
And that God doesn’t just nourish us through the Bible, but through the ordinary things of this world.
At 5:15pm one of my friends picked me up from work. And we drove to a friend’s house.
And we had a feast. Continue reading
After Mary he is perhaps the most beloved of all saints. Born to a wealthy Italian family, Giovanni di Pietro di Bernardone became first a soldier and then a monk. His lifestyle of poverty, embrace of those who were poor and diseased, and love for creation earned him the nickname, “The Mirror of Christ.” Continue reading