There is a song I’ve always loved called “Rise up O Men of God.” Any readers here familiar with this?
Rise up O men of God
Have done with lesser things.
Give heart and soul and mind and strength
To serve the King of Kings.
I hear it in my head song by a men’s chorus, and nearly gives me goosebumps.
Actually, there is a line that always makes me shiver (even just sitting here thinking of it), and because of that reaction I’ve always wanted to find a moment I could write with that same emotional intensity.
And tonight I finished a book that did what I want to do (Impossible. Definitely a 16+ book). It’s in the last two lines of the following verse.
Rise up O men of God
The Church for you doth wait.
Her strength unequal to the task
Rise up and make her great.
In so many stories what moves me is not the triumphant victory, the hero conquering against all odds. It is the moment the hero/ine realizes he or she is inadequate alone, and then doesn’t have to do it alone.
While I was writing my second or third Lindorm draft, I came across a blog that was quoting from the book Pain and Pretending. This summed so well for me the other half of my heart, and you can see now (if you couldn’t before) why relationship and respect are such major elements of what I value in any story.
…I don’t think the deepest hunger of the human heart is to have love for one’s self. Rather, it is to be loved. My goal is not to sit in a room or on a hillside and tell myself how much I love myself. My goal is to mean something to the people who mean the most to me. My hunger is to have somebody big and powerful and important in my life say, “I love you,” and then I will have the confidence that I am loved.
The not-being-alone, the being helped is that confidence. I think that may be why I hang so continually on the word provision. I make lists of things sometimes (I need to do it more often), that show how perfectly God is helping me. Or I marvel at the precisely suited way He allows me to help someone else.
And my heart *rankles* at the imposed story lines that would refuse that to anyone, or pretend commitment isn’t an essential part of security and happiness.
(I’ll name names if you don’t know what I’m referring to and actually care.)
God makes Himself known to any who have eyes to see, and I love seeing the reflection of his love in stories of selflessness and (even) stubbornness.
O Love that will not let me go…