Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Note on Northernness

What is it that makes some books seem so interesting for a time before falling out of favor? At one point, I found the Redwall series by Brian Jacques fascinating--now, I can barely muster the interest to finish one.

...desired with almost sickening intensity something never to be described (except that it is cold, spacious, severe, pale and remote) and then . . . found myself at the very same moment already falling out of that desire and wishing I were back in it.
~Surprised by Joy, C.S. Lewis

What is the hunger that comes on so swiftly and flees so fast? Lewis descibes it as a moment of utter longing for reunion with God. His friend Tolkien speaks of eucatastrophe, the sudden, almost violent, turn for the better against despair.
It cannot be sought on its' own merits. And if you drink too often, the well will come up dry.
Where have I found it?
A Live Coal in the Sea by Madeline L'Engle.
City on Our Knees by TobyMac
Amarantine by Enya
...even in my own writing when I look at it from a distance.
Where have you found it?


  1. Well, fortunately, one well that you can never drink too much of is Christ. 'Oh Christ! He is the fountain! The deep sweet well of love! The streams on earth I've tasted, more deep I'll drink above. There to an ocean fullness, His mercy doth expand. And glory, glory dwelleth in Emmanuel's Land.' (The Sands of Time Are Sinking, by Anne Cousins: one of my favorite poems ever!).

  2. The Golden Compass, by Phillip Pullman