I made enough of a pain of myself that they offered me a slot...

I went to the pictures and I saw "Stardust".
The fact is that I’ve developed a bit of a fixation for this movie. I went out and bought the book (and devoured it in 24 hours), I dragged friends along to see it again the following weekend. I’ve been asking myself why it is that a fairytale should have such an impact on a (reasonably) mature man? Why should such a film grab me so tightly?
I have a theory, but first of all some disclaimers. I’m not saying you will like this film. I am not unapologetically advocating it’s moral message. I certainly wouldn’t take kids to see it (even if it is a PG). But it is a darn good fairytale.
And therein lies the answer. Perhaps. CS Lewis often wrote about the importance of myth, and he is thoroughly convincing in his arguments. You see, far from dismissing all myths as mumbo-jumbo, Lewis argues that Christians are to understand their importance.
Not only do most myths and fairy stories reflect many of the elements of the greatest story ever - that’s the gospel, just in case you hadn’t realised - (the dilemma, the hero to rescue, the happily-ever-after), but myth also lifts our imaginations to embrace the supernatural, the cosmic. And I think this may be where my latest little obsession comes in. In a world obsessed with the gritty, the mundane and the natural (and which defends such with a powerful combination of cynicism and postmodern rationalism) the idea of the cosmic, the other, the supernatural often fall on ears and eyes as the quaintest concepts imaginable.
So, argues Lewis, remove myth from our lives, and the idea of an eternal, transcendent God who breaks into human history in the person of His son Jesus Christ, will sound even more implausible to those blinded by the idol of physical rationalism. If we teach each other to imagine the unimaginable, to expand our minds to embrace the concept of the transcendent, and the gospel’s message becomes easier to grasp. There is still a long way to go of course, but myth has played it part. And it is attractive to us because it points our hearts to what they long for.
So a tale of a star falling to earth as a person, who encounters a whole host of adventures (including a cross-dressing sky-flying pirate who catches lightning bolts and sells them for a living) hits my eyes and ears with a freshness that the cynicism and boldly-claimed ‘realism’ of modern living has begun to tarnish. I begin to appreciate again the image-bearer whose imagination is alive enough to create such things and who is unashamed to put it forward in writing.
And ultimately, my thoughts are elevated to the God who made stars (and even though I still doubt if they are people, I may never see them in the same way again) and the billion other wonders of the created order.
But it leaves a question. What do I do as a musician to encourage such expansive thought? As songwriters we ought to be making sure our words are clear and full of truth. Yet, the ancients seemed to make a very clear link between music and the transcendent. How does this work? What does it mean for the musician who is a Christian? Answers on a postcard, because I feel like I’m about to start out on an adventure of my very own.
For those who haven't been reading proGnosis for that long or who haven't read every post we write, a while ago I posted on how some old Church leader from the 2nd Century, Irenaeus, proposed that Jesus probably died in his late forties (and had to to save people who are in the latter stage of life). But the main focus of the blog was how we assume that Jesus started ministry at age 30 and died when he was 33, but how we don't actually know that. If you want to read the post, 
Last Friday I had the joy of working in the local EMW bookshop where to my horror (get it, Halloween, horror, never mind) I saw a stack of pamphlets, "Trick or treat and go straight to hell!" (that wasn't the title but it was the gist). The pamphlets were out for people to take, but what's more worrying is that they were trying to be 'evangelistic'. Apparently crazy middle ages people started Halloween because they thought they needed protection from evil spirits on the 31st of October...therefore dressing up today meant you were either a witch (there was a warning that real witches DO exist today in Britain) or a Satan worshiper. Either way you had to stop and be saved by Jesus.