By: Nathalie Knowles – a Kingdom Pen subscriber

I don’t know when it was I first read The Lord of the Rings. I do remember when my dad read me The Hobbit: I sat on his lap and tried to peek at the book to see what came next. I saw the movies at a fairly young age, and later confessed to my parents that I kept my eyes open during the scary parts. I loved the heroism and chivalry, the vivid tapestry of the tales. But all the time, a vague something lurked in the back of the picture. There was a feeling of something ‘more’, like there was a part of the story I didn’t know. Then, it must be three years ago now, my parents bought me The Silmarillion, and Middle-earth sprang to life.

I devoured the legends of the First Age, the power and tragedy of the elves in the years of their glory. Fire flooded my veins as the forces of good battled against the dark legions of evil. And something stirred inside me every time a hero died. They did die, too, generation after generation, sacrificing their lives in the hope that one day, Middle-earth might be free of the evil that plagued her.

In the same way, Christians have died, generation after generation, sacrificing their lives in the hope that one day, their children might be free of the evils that plagued them. They gave us things like the freedom to worship, and the Bible in English. Today, missionaries around the globe do the very same thing. In this world we can’t peek ahead, we can’t even close our eyes during the scary parts, but we can understand the ‘more’. Let’s make our lives worth reading about for the generation to come. When our children’s children close the book, maybe something will stir inside of them too. The writer of Ecclesiastes states, “What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun.” (Eccl. 1:9 ESV)  I pray that this new year, this generation, will be worth repeating.