[This is a post in an ongoing series on what is art and how we should be approaching it. Please use the label at the bottom to see other posts in this series or continue to monitor this blog for updates.]
I’ve heard Ravi Zacharias tell a story (and you must forgive
me, but for the life of me I cannot find that tale again, otherwise I would
cite it properly) about how our sense of wonder and amazement diminishes over
time. In this story, he tells of his
children, and how he would tell the story to his eldest about a room with a
door, and the character opens the door, and outside is a dragon – and the
eldest child’s eyes go wide.
To the middle child he tells the story, and there’s a room
with a door, and the character opens the door – and the child’s eyes go wide.
To the youngest he tells of a room with a door – and the
child’s eyes go wide.
And while it was not Ravi’s application of this story at
all, the more I have mused upon it, the more I am convinced that the people who
need to be telling stories of the wonders of dragons are the ones who were
excited in the first place about the door.
