It’s interesting what you read when you search ‘Christianity’ on tumblr. I’ve read many posts that were written by Christians and non-Christians and I have to say that I’m sorry for a lot. I’m sorry that there is so much hate spread by people who claim to be Christians. I’m sorry that some people…
“You wished yourself away, and with it much more. Your brothers and sister wouldn’t know Narnia without you Lucy, you discovered it first, remember?
You doubt your value, don’t run from who you are.”—Voyage of the Dawn Treader - Aslan (via nicolalala)
Below is a story Jonathan shared with us from the road. He’s working summer festivals for us this year, and we thought this story was too powerful to keep to ourselves. We hope it moves you as it has moved us.
I met a husband and wife today who pretty much changed my life. It was…
Sometimes I feel like the world, like life, with all of its memories and expectations and secrets and burdens and sucker punches, just gets too heavy. It’s too heavy for me to carry, and I feel like it just keeps pushing me down, until it’s too hard to get up again.
But I do, because there are tables to set and places to go to and things I’ve promised to do.
But it feels like each time I force myself up, to go and pretend that nothing’s wrong, I leave a piece of me behind. Each time I pretend that life is all right and that I don’t feel too heavy to stand or walk or do whatever I’m doing, I lose something that I can’t name. I can’t name it, but it’s important.
And right now, I’m not sure if there’s anything left.
“As Harry Potter was the only other thing I was passionate about, the doctors gave consent for me to leave the hospital and collect the fifth Harry Potter book, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, from the local book shop. I was so ecstatic to have the book and excited to begin reading it, but there was never any hint of your imminent arrival and the way you would change my life so drastically. Luna, you instantly captivated me. I didn’t know why but there was something about you with your upside-down magazine, straggly blonde hair, and the honest, abashed way you stared at people without blinking that fascinated and perplexed me at once. You laughed hysterically at one of Ron’s quips and didn’t stop to excuse yourself and feel ashamed when it became clear that everyone found you strange. Throughout the book, I found myself waiting for your brief appearances and wanting to know more about you and why you were the way you were. You baffled me, not because you were odd (though indeed you were), but because you were… perfect. But it was a different kind of perfect to the perfectly thin, smiling magazine girls I simultaneously idolised and reviled. It was the way you carried your oddness like it was the most natural thing in the world. You didn’t market your oddness as your defining feature the way some insecure teenagers do, in guise of confidence and security. And nor were you oblivious to the awkward and uncomfortable feelings your oddness provoked in others. When, unable to comprehend how you wore your oddness so honestly and unashamedly, your peers reverted to mockery and bullying, you recognised this as a reflection of their own deep-seated insecurity and calmly let them carry on, quite above your head. You weren’t trying hard to present a certain aspect of yourself that would boldly identify you in the world. And that’s when it occurred to me how bizarre and positively ridiculous it was to apply the word “weird” to describe you, when you represented the most natural and unpretentious state possible to be; you were yourself.”—Evanna Lynch, in part of her Dear Mr. Potter letter, where she describes first reading about Luna while in a recovery programme for anorexia (via holymotherofhnng) (via squintyoureyes)