Monthly Archives: July 2007

Whispers of Christ in Deathly Hallows

I can remember years ago scoffing at the idea that Harry Potter was a “type of Christ” whenever a more liberal than I evangelical would suggest it. But how close to the mark is the idea?

I would bet that Rowling had no conscious thoughts of making the series allegorical for Christ. But something happened during the course of the series – in the Hallows she quotes Scripture. We’ve always known that Lily’s sacrificial love – something Voldemort would never understand – was what saved Harry and defeated old Voldy the first time.

Christianity Today takes a look at what they call “deeper magic” in the series, and while it may be far-fetched, it just might be right.

And there was at least one echo from the Scriptures in the Sorcerer’s Stone: Lord Voldemort, the Hitleresque dark wizard in J.K. Rowling’s fictional works, was defeated not by power but by love—by a young mother who sacrificed her life to save her young son. In Rowling’s world, that kind of love is stronger than any magic. It can even conquer death.

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Writers such as John Granger (hogwartsprofessor.com), however, argue that Rowling’s fictional world is loaded with Christian symbolism, but always in the background. In the books themselves, the only hint of Christianity comes in the form of Sirius Black, Harry’s godfather. Since he has a godfather, Harry was baptized as an infant. (Rowling said the baptism, or christening, was “a hurried, quiet affair” (books.monstersandcritics.com/news/article_858.php).

But Christ begins to whisper in the Deathly Hallows. A few pages before the flashback of the Potters’ death, Harry and his friends visit the last resting place of Lily and James Potter, in the church graveyard in Godric’s Hallow, on Christmas Eve.

First they see the grave of Kendra and Ariana Dumbledore, the mother and sister of the late Hogwarts headmaster. It bears this inscription: “Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” (None of the characters seems to know that these words are from Matthew 6:21.)

Not far away is the Potters’ tomb, with a different inscription: “The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.” The quotation is from 1 Corinthians 15: 26, part of a long passage about the resurrection. In Godric’s Hollow, Rowling begins to reveal that, like Narnia, her world has a “deeper magic.” Love, expressed as substitutionary sacrifice—choosing to lay down your life for your friends—has a power that Lord Voldemort, like the White Witch before him, is blind to. That blindness becomes his undoing—with the help of Harry and his friends.

When C.S. Lewis started out to write The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, he didn’t have Christianity in mind. “Some people seem to think that I began by asking myself how I could say something abut Christianity to children; then fixed on the fairy tales as an instrument, then collect information about child psychology and decided what age group I’d write for; then drew up a list of basic Christian truths and hammered out ‘allegories’ to embody them,” Lewis once wrote. “This is all pure moonshine. I couldn’t write in that way at all.”

“Everything began with images,” Lewis continued. “A faun carrying an umbrella, a queen on a sled, a magnificent lion. At first there wasn’t anything Christian about them. That element pushed itself in of its own accord.”

Something similar seems to have happened to J.K. Rowling. She began writing about wizards and quidditch and Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, and somewhere along the way, Christ began to whisper into the story.

And the whole world was listening.

My life is a movie about me…

I love Donald Miller…

Ironic, isn’t it?

There’s a fine line between desperation and desire. In the past, I’ve been desperate to leave my singleness behind me. Back then, I would have scoffed at the idea that I was desperate, but looking back, that’s exactly what I was. I can remember reading a chick lit novel or watching a chick flick and just bursting into tears at the thought of my romance that never was. I wanted it so badly it hurt. Literally.

But as I’ve grown up and gotten wiser, I’ve grown more content with where I am in life. I’ve learned the hard way that I put my worth in the touch of a man and I shouldn’t. I’ve learned that there are things that I need to do for the kingdom of God that I can better do as a single woman than I could with a man in my life.

Does that mean the desire for a life partner is gone? Absolutely not. That desire is part of who makes me Mandi Kaye. I know without a shadow of a doubt that one day, I will have the family that I long for. But until then, my calling is to do my best for God exactly the way I am.

That being said, I find it completely ironic that I’ve finally had a man declare his love for me. A man I don’t want to be with (mainly because I don’t find him to be a man, though he is 25 years old). I finally have the chance to go for the life I’ve wanted…except I don’t want to. At least, not with him. There was a time I would have gladly jumped at the chance to be with him forever, but too much has happened between us in the last year. And I don’t want to settle. I don’t want to be in a relationship for the sake of being in a relationship (which, by the way, is a defining characteristic in the difference between desire and desperation).

At night, my resolve falters because that’s when I’m home alone with nothing but a bowl of ice cream and either a good book or the remote. I think to myself, it would be so nice to have someone–anyone–to cuddle with right now. And I’m tempted to call him. But I don’t. Because I know that in the morning, I would regret it. I know that I would be using him and leading him to believe he could have something with me that I have no intention of giving him.

So I won’t settle. Not even when I desire the kind of companionship that is being offered.

This man should be castrated

Few things make me as unbelievably angry as this:

Respiratory therapist Wayne Albert Bleyle was in New York state on a wintry day when investigators called him about allegations he had molested patients too sick to defend themselves.

When they asked how many children he molested, investigators said, he looked out his window and asked, “How many snowflakes are there out there?”

On Wednesday, Bleyle didn’t turn to look as a succession of parents and family members of victims spoke at his sentencing hearing. Some wept; others shook with anger.

As part of a plea deal, Bleyle, 56, was sentenced to 45 years and eight months in prison for molesting five of his young, disabled patients and for taking pornographic photographs of others. Prosecutors said he targeted those who were comatose, brain-damaged or too disabled to talk.

Child molestors are evil. No one could do that to a child and have an intact soul. But this guy took it to a different level because he targeted utterly disabled children who were completely helpless. Ordinarily, I’d be all about the possibility of reform, but this guy just makes me sick.

I hope he dies in prison.

Charlotte’s Web

This was my favorite book as a kid, so I’ve been wanting to see the movie that was released last year for some time. I just finished it. It was good, but not nearly as good as the book. It was hard for me to watch this movie because I’m deathly afraid of spiders and…well…Charlotte creeped me out. A lot. Even though she had Julia Roberts’ soothing voice, she gave me the heeby jeebies.

That being said, the movie was very well done. I’ve realized in the last few days why movies are never as good as their bound counterparts. It’s because in a book, more detail about emotion and thoughts are brought to life. In a movie, you only get the visual, even when there’s a narrator. And it’s the internal processes of the characters that bring a book alive. You just don’t get that from a movie.

Bridge to Terabithia

bridge.jpgI watched an incredible movie last night. I read Bridge to Terabithia when I was in the 6th grade, and all I could remember from the book was that it made me cry. I had no idea why, because I honestly couldn’t remember anything from the plot. I just remembered that Katherine Paterson was an incredible author and that her books had won several awards.

So I sat down last night to watch this movie, knowing that it would probably make me cry. It didn’t disappoint. I won’t give anything away, but it was very well done.

The story itself is about self-descovery and friendships and imagination.

Jess is a loner from a rural family with 5 kids – 4 of them girls. He’s the fastest runner in his class, until the new girl, Leslie, shows up. But eventually an unlikely friendship begins, and Leslie introduces Jess to the wonderful world of the imagination. She teaches him that he doesn’t have to be alone, and if he can dream it, it can happen.

Katherine Paterson said that she wrote this book in an effort to explain the unexplainable. The topics of family, self-esteem, and grief are all explored very deeply and in a very real way. I definitely encourage anyone to watch this movie.

Tumaini

diane carman | columnist
The rescued becomes the rescuer
By Diane Carman
Denver Post Columnist
Article Last Updated: 07/10/2007 03:02:23 AM MDT

Eunice Kariuki arrived in Colorado last week for a whirlwind schedule of meetings with potential donors.

No, she is not running for president, and unlike Karl Rove and Bill Clinton, she was not invited to the Aspen Ideas Festival, although she would have been a fine addition.

Eunice is a single mother who came to the Denver Rescue Mission seven years ago homeless and hungry and left town three years later with a plan to change the world.

It appears to be working.

“I came to Denver to start a new life,” she said, recalling the day she arrived from Pennsylvania, recently divorced and with a 15-month-old daughter. Her cousin had invited them to live with her until she found a job.

Three weeks later, her cousin was killed in a car wreck, and Eunice was on the street.

“I was really desperate,” she said. “I don’t know why I called the Rescue Mission. I’d never heard of them. I think it was because the word ‘rescue’ was in the name.”

The mission found her an apartment, paid a month’s rent and gathered furniture and food for her and the baby. With counseling and job assistance, within weeks Eunice was a legal secretary making $40,000 a year.

That should have been the happy ending of her story, but she loved the mission and wanted to be a part of it.

“I asked if they would hire me,” she said. But they don’t employ clients for at least a year.

“I was persistent. I think they gave me a job to shut me up.”

Her 10-year-old son soon joined her in Denver, and the family quickly set down roots.

They all were doing fine until Eunice’s sister, who worked on African recovery programs at the U.N., began sending her information about conditions in their native country of Kenya. A photo of a vulture waiting as an African child dies of starvation haunted Eunice.

“Something inside me wouldn’t stop getting angry,” she said.

One day she was asked to deliver a package to Del Maxfield, then CEO of the mission, and impulsively she told him that she had a dream of opening an orphanage in Kenya.

“He told me, ‘Everything begins with a dream,”‘ she said.

It was all she needed.

Maxfield suggested she write a business plan and come back to see him in two weeks.

She delivered it, estimating that she would need $150,000 to start.

Before she even realized what she had done, the formerly destitute woman was running an African relief agency.

She enlisted the smartest people she knew for her board of directors and registered the organization as a nonprofit. She learned fundraising from a book. Then she gave the orphanage a name: Tumaini.

It’s Swahili for “hope.”

“Everyone was rooting for me,” said Eunice, “and finally, I had to set a date to leave for Kenya. I said I would go on June 30, 2003. But I was doing this very naively.”

The weeks went by and fundraising was sluggish. When January 2003, came and went, she feared defeat.

Then an anonymous donor made a $90,000 contribution.

Her plan was back on track.

On June 30, as the plane was leaving the runway in Denver, Eunice looked at her two American children in the seats beside her. Her daughter had no idea what was in store for her. Her son was crying. “I wondered, ‘What am I doing?”‘ she said.

But there was no turning back.

In Kenya, she sought help from the late Rev. Angelo D’Agostino, a beloved Jesuit priest who had come from the U.S. to found an orphanage in Nairobi. He introduced her to lawyers, accountants, architects and a contractor.

Within a year, Tumaini was welcoming orphaned children.

Eunice no longer was homeless. Her salary was $600 a month, and all the children called her “mom.”

She was ecstatic.

Three years later, the structure designed to accommodate 40 children houses 47, and Eunice is dreaming again. She envisions a 50-acre plot with cabins to house up to 150 children. They would raise chickens, pigs and cows and grow their own food, maybe even producing a little extra to generate income to pay the teachers.

“We want it to be sustainable,” she said as she hurried between meetings with fundraisers and supporters. “I think it’s doable,” she said.

Apparently for Eunice, anything is.

Diane Carman’s column appears Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday. Reach her at 303-954-1489 or dcarman@denverpost.com.


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Christian Carnival 182

This week’s Carnival is up at Brain Cramps for God.

Who knew?

Who knew that Daniel Radcliffe was really this attractive? The guy’s hot!

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House

house-movie.jpgAnother of Ted Dekker’s novels has been adapted to the big screen. The movie version of House is set to be released in October. I’m thrilled! I’ve been a huge fan of Ted Dekker for years – I think he is easily the best Christian fiction author out there. House is a joint collaboration between Dekker and Frank Peretti, and is, to me, reminiscent of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Yes, it’s Christian and horror all at the same time, but it works. I love the tag line…

“The only way out…is in.”

View the trailer:

I also know that Ted Dekker has gotten a lot of flak for his writing because it is so dark and just plain weird. But Ted does what no other author does as well…he takes the unseen and makes it seen. His books are filled with darkness, but in the end the light always shows up.

Here’s an interview he did that explains his writing so much better than I could: