And Condors Danced by Zilpha Keatley Snyder
So funny—odd, not ha ha—how often what one read intersects so closely with something in life. Just this morning I was talking with my friend Miriam before we started to work about theology and religious ethics, one of our usual topics, and we were talking about imagination and joy and how some Christians suppress joy and enter into such self-denial that they cannot have any fun. I think we had started this conversation by talking about carols, another topic of interest to both of us. And then we were talking about festivals, church and pagan. And so moved on to the kinds of things people did to celebrate. All this discussion was in the context of the dissension in Christianity between those who believe that God made us to be joyful versus the ones who believe they will have to “put down the cross of self-denial” as the “Poor Wayfaring Stranger” remarks in his last verse. Anyway, all of this is to say that I thoroughly found And Condors Danced by Zilpha Keatley Snyder (my 1987...