A commercial came on the other afternoon talking about “magic something or other”. “There is no such thing as magic” I harrumphed to myself. That thought stopped me cold. When did I stop believing in magic? I grew up in the shadow of the Magic Kingdom and Cinderella’s castle, romping through Fantasyland and Tomorrowland, happily dropping my disbelief at the gate for the day. It is why I love the book The Polar Express and the Harry Potter series too, I think. In the battles of good vs. evil and right vs. wrong, belief in the unbelievable gives hope a fighting chance.
Maybe my concept of magic is changing and morphing into a deeper understanding of faith. There is mystical and magical circumstance among the words of the bible, beauty and hope beyond explanation. In C.S. Lewis’s The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe (Narnia series), he describes how magic the Witch used for evil really was purposed by God to bring about ultimate good:
“It means,” said Aslan, “that though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of Time. But if she could have looked a little further back, into the stillness and the darkness before Time dawned, she would have read there a different incantation. She would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards.”
I don’t think that there is less of this in the world, but maybe that my eyes are just not focused on the right things. So today I will look for magic. I will expect the unexpected and be delighted and amazed when it finds me, like the first nights of summer when the fireflies re-appear as tiny falling stars among the trees. I want to feel that sense of wonder and awe that gets lost in the day to day. I want to believe in magic and give my faith wings to fly.
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