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Chesterton: Living Large

Monday, November 2nd, 2009

 

G.K. Chesterton

G.K. Chesterton

Well, it’s been a pretty frantic weekend, so I don’t think I’ll write much. Rather, I’ll direct you to this thoughtful musing on G.K. Chesterton, perhaps my favorite Christian writer of the last century or so.

 

Chesterton, for those who aren’t familiar with him, was one of England’s greatest wits at the turn of the last century. He wrote endlessly on a huge variety of topics (he authored the still popular “Father Brown” series of mystery stories), but his musings on Christianity are, I think, incredibly relevant today — far more relevant, in some ways, than I expect they were in his own time: He has a talent for the soundbite and a gift for charming self-deprication. And “Orthodoxy,” which celebrated its 100th anniversary last year, I believe, sounds like a clarion call to Christianity in a postmodern world.

I’d encourage you to pick up “Orthodoxy,” if you’ve never read it. But, barring that, check out this page of quotations that hint at Chesterton’s wit but barely brush the surface of his wisdom. My favorite: “You cannot grow a beard in a moment of passion.”

Harry Potter and the Missing Medal

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

16potter.large5Former President George W. Bush sang the praises of J.K. Rowling, author of the wildly popular (and, in my opinion, very good) Harry Potter series. But according to a former Bush speechwriter, the Bush administration declined to give Rowling the Presidential Medal of Freedom because she repeatedly referenced witchcraft in them.

Matt Latimer makes the allegations in his book, “Speechless: Tales of a White House Survivor,” and while the decision may look foolish now, frankly, I can understand how something like this happens. The Potter books were widely condemned from many conservative Christians when Rowling first started churning them out, and evangelicals were, of course, the cornerstone of Bush’s political support. If I was President, I’d be tempted not to anger my most boisterous supporters, too.

In hindsight, of course, the decision feels kind of silly. Not only were Rowling’s books wildly popular, not only were they extremely well written, but the final book contains, I think, one of the most mature ruminations on faith and doubt and the beauty of Christianity I’ve ever read. Not that I expect Rowling’s too torn up about it. Selling around 300 million books tends to salve a lot of wounds.