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Monday, November 4, 2019

{unedited}

[Aside from this paragraph I'm typing right now, this post is, in fact, unedited from October 10th. I've re-read it and there are lots of things I would add/change/expand, but in the interest of keeping the title accurate, I'm not. I do plan to expand later.]


I don't know why I never saw it before. But maybe that's why I could never write it before?

The Fire Fairy Story is full of Christian imagery. Light. A master who is not perfect. Slavery.

The concept of perfection, of perfect being the only way to life.

We serve a God who knows we cannot be perfect, we cannot even get close. And instead of condemning us to death, he died in our place, as the only perfect being.

Christians are freed from the slavery of perfection. We have grace.

The Fire Fairy Story is what our lives without Christ are like. Fear. Slaving for a master (sin) we cannot satisfy, that may bring us pride or temporary happiness, but will only ever, EVER lead to death.

As Christians we serve this incredibly gracious and forgiving master, one who sees our IMPERFECTIONS and says "I love you anyway and I will help you."

God does not enslave us. He is recklessly committed to our true freedom. He is tearing down walls, lighting up shadows FOR US.

I always thought the Fire Fair Story didn't have a clear Christian moral. I always thought there wasn't a way for it to glorify God. That is one reason I never felt right about writing it. (Of course, had I been able to push through the writer's block in my own strength, I absolutely would've ignored this feeling and written it anyway. But for some reason I've never been able.)

As I texted Melissa, I told her that I was a little embarrassed that I was still on this fire fairy thing, thirteen years after its conception. Why could I not let this story go?

She said that it must be a story that needs to be told, and maybe the reason I've never been able to in the past is because I needed something first that I hadn't gotten yet or didn't know yet.

I cannot help but wonder if this is "it." God needed to have an absolute GRIP on my heart and mind first. I needed HIM first. Before anything else. First and most and biggest.

Maybe God DOES want me to tell this story, he just needed me to know why. And I've never listened before.

~Stephanie

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