After the last two weeks, I am more convinced that mankind believes and has hope in good things.
Why are teamwork and peace and friendly competition lifted up between nations, not perfectly at peace, ideals? Yes, there are many issues and many conflicts around the world right now, and one can’t be Pollyannaish. But hope is a good thing.
Just finished The Magicians Nephew. Of interest to me right now is its bit about how someone could block Aslan’s words out of mind to a point where all you would hear is a roar or growl. Makes you think about how His voice should reach you, and warn against conscious blocking out of His voice. Lewis was such a master and had a perceptive vision of human nature.
In anger one can purposely drown out the good voice, angry about struggle. But where can we go? The dream that permeates the world still speaks today.