"The Christian is free to have imagination. This too is our heritage. the Christian is the one whose imagination should fly beyond the stars."
Not only our freedom, but our heritage.
That thing that we cannot force through any door, and when it comes, it does not knock.
The stuff of dreams and flying with both feet on the ground. Fairy stories, ogres, Medusa and Jo March.
Some cry "lie," but are we sure? What is truth, but the first words, "In the beginning." Who saw? Yet we believe.
And when you think of what in all our souls we rise and sleep on - what have you actually touched?
The God became man. Real. But do we smell or taste forgiveness, sacrifice, atonement?
The very rocks we are built on, in fact, are the intangibles. There, but not there.
Why do we tell them, "no such thing?" Why don't we shoo the monster out of the wardrobe? Say "is that so?" rather than "it is not." Wonder aloud if the stars are singing.
Why shouldn't we teach them that the invisible can be true, and the untouchable real?
L'Engle says, "The world of fairy tale, fantasy, myth, is inimical to the secular world, and in total opposition to it, for it is interested not in limited laboratory proofs, but in truth."
The "real" world will rear it's head soon enough and we will know it...but it is Truth that sets us free.
So we train ourselves by grace to look past what we see, the Shadow Lands, to the ultimate Real of Heaven. What we now see in a mirror dimly, where a dwelling place is built on walls of beautiful, holy, invisible love and the perfect comes and the partial passes away.