
L’Engle undoubtedly values words. Not just because words are her livelihood, but because she knows the damage that can be done when words are misused. Words like “story,” “true,” “zeal,” “grace,” “human,” and “inspiration” are no longer allowed to lie lifelessly and uselessly on the page. L’Engle coaxes the artistic and existential meaning from each one. Along the way we get gems such as, “The minute we begin to think we know all the answers, we forget the questions,” and “Story was in no way an evasion of life, but a way of living life creatively instead of fearfully.” Perhaps the best blow she lands in the struggle for the validation of “Christian art” is, “If it’s bad art, it’s bad religion, no matter how pious the subject.” In this statement she indicts both the world that would marginalize, and the artistic Christian—“Christian” is a better noun than an adjective—who would shrink back in fear.
I highly recommend this book, which left me both shattered and reflective multiple times, putting words to things I’ve felt, but never been able to speak. L’Engle speaks for the artist that lives in all of us; calling it out like Jesus called Lazarus from the tomb.
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