i'm not the most clever of horses...
Dear Friend,
How are you doing today? I've been thinking about you lately and I hope that you are doing well. It has been such a good day today. I went to lunch with my brother. We went to Red Robin and sat by the window and just talked for awhile. It was nice.
Today is very cloudy…which is refreshing. I think this is because I don’t get to see a lot of overcast days living in Arizona. It is normally sunny. I have seen months go by and never even see a cloud.
If you don’t mind I have a question that I have been thinking a lot about lately. It has to do with God. Do you ever feel uncomfortable with being apart of God’s movements? Do you ever feel like you’re never going to be good enough to participate? Or not as qualified as you should be to participate? I do. A lot. Sin is what gets me. I always feel like I mess up too much to do anything for God. And if I actually do get to participate I feel guilty because I mess up. Even if I really, really, want to help out I still feel like God should find someone else who doesn’t mess up as much, or someone more qualified than me. I always imagined this feeling would be like someone who suffers from low self-esteem and so no matter how many times they are told they are beautiful they still look in the mirror and see someone ugly. Maybe that isn’t the best example but it was the first thing that came to mind.
It seems like it has been just in the past couple of weeks that I have been thinking about these questions again.
It was such a good suprise though because I found a copy of this book, last week, that I had read a couple of years ago…it’s called The Magician’s Nephew, and I remembered that when I was reading this book all that time ago I was thinking about these same questions.
This book is apart of a series by C.S. Lewis called The Chronicles of Narnia. The books are amazing. I have grown to love this mans mind all the more knowing that his imagination could create such a wonder place like Narnia, and that children all over could go to this place anytime and from anywhere if they would only dream with him for awhile.
I have come to be a bit obsessed with one of the books in this series…it’s the one I found a copy of last week. This story is very important because it shows how all the comings and goings between our world and the land of Narina first began.
Some pages into this adventure you will meet a horse. His name is Strawberry. It should be known that this horse isn’t the cleverest of horses.
I want to let the author tell how this horse came to be known as Fledge.
“Aslan turned to the Horse who had been standing quietly beside them all this time, swishing his tail to keep the flies off, and listening with this head on one side as if the conversation were a little difficult to understand.
‘My dear,’ said Aslan to the Horse, ‘would you like to be a winged horse?’
You should have seen how the horse shook its mane and how its nostrils widened, and the little tap it gave the ground with one back hoof. Clearly it would very much like to be a winged horse. But it only says: ‘If you wish, Aslan—if you really mean—I don’t know why it should be me—I’m not a very clever horse.’
‘Be winged. Be the father of all flying horses,’ roared Aslan in a voice that shook the ground.
‘Your name is Fledge.’
The horse shied, just as it might have shied in the old, miserable days when it pulled a hansom. Then it roared. It strained its neck back as if there were a fly biting its shoulders and it wanted to scratch them. And then, just as the beast had burst out of the earth, there burst out from the shoulders of Fledge wings that spread and grew, larger than eagles’, larger than swans’, larger than angels’ wings in church windows. The feathers shone chestnut color and copper color. He gave a great sweep with them and leaped into the air. Twenty feet above Aslan and Digory he snorted, neighed, and curvetted. Then, after circling once round them, he dropped to the earth, all four hoofs together, looking awkward and surprised, but extremely pleased.
‘Is it good, Fledge?’ said Aslan.
‘It is very good, Aslan,’ said Fledge…
It was so bad the first time I read this part of the book. I was in the coffee shop at Barnes and Noble at Kierland and I started to tear up. I honestly got scared. I had never done that before while reading a book. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I remember I looked around to see if anyone could see that I was crying (a little). But inside I was shouting…that’s me! I’m that horse!
And so my obsession began with this book. Now every time I go to a bookstore at home or if I’m on some trip somewhere I always try and find the children’s section of that bookstore. I check and see if they have any new copies of The Magician’s Nephew. One with a cover that I don’t already have.
So far I have about 15 copies of the book. Some are from the 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, I got two copies from Alaska, I got one copy from Argentina, and just recently I found a new Special Read-Aloud Edition at Barnes and Noble. I honestly think I have a problem…
All because of that damn horse.
I do think from time to time that if I ever where to go to Narnia and meet up with Fledge on one of his motivational speaking tours (I’m sure that’s what he does for a living now) in all the local Narnia churches…I bet we would be pretty good friends.
Well my friend…I look forward to hearing from you soon.
heart.soul.mind.
kyle diroberts
How are you doing today? I've been thinking about you lately and I hope that you are doing well. It has been such a good day today. I went to lunch with my brother. We went to Red Robin and sat by the window and just talked for awhile. It was nice.
Today is very cloudy…which is refreshing. I think this is because I don’t get to see a lot of overcast days living in Arizona. It is normally sunny. I have seen months go by and never even see a cloud.
If you don’t mind I have a question that I have been thinking a lot about lately. It has to do with God. Do you ever feel uncomfortable with being apart of God’s movements? Do you ever feel like you’re never going to be good enough to participate? Or not as qualified as you should be to participate? I do. A lot. Sin is what gets me. I always feel like I mess up too much to do anything for God. And if I actually do get to participate I feel guilty because I mess up. Even if I really, really, want to help out I still feel like God should find someone else who doesn’t mess up as much, or someone more qualified than me. I always imagined this feeling would be like someone who suffers from low self-esteem and so no matter how many times they are told they are beautiful they still look in the mirror and see someone ugly. Maybe that isn’t the best example but it was the first thing that came to mind.
It seems like it has been just in the past couple of weeks that I have been thinking about these questions again.
It was such a good suprise though because I found a copy of this book, last week, that I had read a couple of years ago…it’s called The Magician’s Nephew, and I remembered that when I was reading this book all that time ago I was thinking about these same questions.
This book is apart of a series by C.S. Lewis called The Chronicles of Narnia. The books are amazing. I have grown to love this mans mind all the more knowing that his imagination could create such a wonder place like Narnia, and that children all over could go to this place anytime and from anywhere if they would only dream with him for awhile.
I have come to be a bit obsessed with one of the books in this series…it’s the one I found a copy of last week. This story is very important because it shows how all the comings and goings between our world and the land of Narina first began.
Some pages into this adventure you will meet a horse. His name is Strawberry. It should be known that this horse isn’t the cleverest of horses.
I want to let the author tell how this horse came to be known as Fledge.
“Aslan turned to the Horse who had been standing quietly beside them all this time, swishing his tail to keep the flies off, and listening with this head on one side as if the conversation were a little difficult to understand.
‘My dear,’ said Aslan to the Horse, ‘would you like to be a winged horse?’
You should have seen how the horse shook its mane and how its nostrils widened, and the little tap it gave the ground with one back hoof. Clearly it would very much like to be a winged horse. But it only says: ‘If you wish, Aslan—if you really mean—I don’t know why it should be me—I’m not a very clever horse.’
‘Be winged. Be the father of all flying horses,’ roared Aslan in a voice that shook the ground.
‘Your name is Fledge.’
The horse shied, just as it might have shied in the old, miserable days when it pulled a hansom. Then it roared. It strained its neck back as if there were a fly biting its shoulders and it wanted to scratch them. And then, just as the beast had burst out of the earth, there burst out from the shoulders of Fledge wings that spread and grew, larger than eagles’, larger than swans’, larger than angels’ wings in church windows. The feathers shone chestnut color and copper color. He gave a great sweep with them and leaped into the air. Twenty feet above Aslan and Digory he snorted, neighed, and curvetted. Then, after circling once round them, he dropped to the earth, all four hoofs together, looking awkward and surprised, but extremely pleased.
‘Is it good, Fledge?’ said Aslan.
‘It is very good, Aslan,’ said Fledge…
It was so bad the first time I read this part of the book. I was in the coffee shop at Barnes and Noble at Kierland and I started to tear up. I honestly got scared. I had never done that before while reading a book. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I remember I looked around to see if anyone could see that I was crying (a little). But inside I was shouting…that’s me! I’m that horse!
And so my obsession began with this book. Now every time I go to a bookstore at home or if I’m on some trip somewhere I always try and find the children’s section of that bookstore. I check and see if they have any new copies of The Magician’s Nephew. One with a cover that I don’t already have.
So far I have about 15 copies of the book. Some are from the 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, I got two copies from Alaska, I got one copy from Argentina, and just recently I found a new Special Read-Aloud Edition at Barnes and Noble. I honestly think I have a problem…
All because of that damn horse.
I do think from time to time that if I ever where to go to Narnia and meet up with Fledge on one of his motivational speaking tours (I’m sure that’s what he does for a living now) in all the local Narnia churches…I bet we would be pretty good friends.
Well my friend…I look forward to hearing from you soon.
heart.soul.mind.
kyle diroberts
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