we walked in a world created in one woman’s imagination.
it was a real place.
we heard languages from around the world spoken around, all of us lost in a shared reality that has come to mean so much to so many.
we’d seen this place in our mind’s eye and now we were here.
words written down had become streets you could walk on, stores you could enter and owls you could see up above your head.
i thought then about the power of story. about the power of words to touch hearts all over the planet and how we love heroes and that we will travel to dwell in the land that we imagined when we read the words in books.
i thought too of dumbledore’s question to harry in king’s cross station,
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
words become real places.
maybe you’ve read the words that told you of jesus and you traveled to the places he walked when he was here. perhaps you flew across the globe to feed the hungry and found that it was true, that when you gave a cup of water to the least of these, you gave it to him.
well that money to follow jesus was well spent, my friend.
but so was this.
long live the imagination of mankind.
long live the gryffindors and the disciples and the power of the written world to take us to places that once existed as ink inside of the pen.
and let us again consider that the word became flesh.