Feet of Shadows

My intent, in beginning this post, was to give a background to the pretty new header up there and explain why I'm brown instead of green now and where The Elvish Pirate went (answer: down into the Davy Jones' Locker of bad blog names), but I am somewhat hampered because, as it says in my handy new Welcome note at the side, my name comes from C.S. Lewis' The Great Divorce. Now, I know we own this book somewhere, but after a cursory perusal of our bookshelf, I can't find it. So bear with me as I go from memory.

The basic premise of The Great Divorce is that a busload of people who are essentially tourists have come up from Hell to visit Heaven. Hell, in this portrayal, is a grey, depressing city, and heaven is brilliant and full of light - and most importantly, painfully solid to these people from Hell, who appear as ghosts. They can hardly walk on the ground without hurting themselves, because the grass does not give way under their feet.

And this, an inkling of which has probably occurred to you by now, is where the quote comes from. Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. Heaven is reality, and the people from Hell have feet of shadows. I think that this is considerably applicable to life as we know it. So much of the time, we focus on meaningless things and ignore, well, the reality, and if we're not prepared for it now, reality will certainly be harsh to the feet of shadows when we reach it.

Basically - God is reality. We have feet of shadows. I could extend the metaphor further, but I think the point is made.

Never fear, I shall not wax theological in every single one of my posts to follow. I'm aware that some variety never goes amiss. But I've realized, in these last few weeks, that my life should ultimately point to God no matter if it's blog-life or real-life. That's not to say it does, not by a long shot - none of us are perfect and I am no exception. But the title merited a change.