As we watch our culture succumb to the power of Pride, we are witnessing the “gollumizing” of our brothers and sisters, as they shrivel into pathetic wrecks of the people they are meant to be. The only escape from this hell is rooted in heavenly love.
This
week, I met a good friend of mine at a local restaurant, the first time
we’d got together since before the onset of the pestilence. He is a
Presbyterian pastor and a great lover of the works of J.R.R. Tolkien. It
was, in fact, Tolkien who had introduced us to each other, in the sense
that we first met at a local Tolkien conference a few years ago.