How does a story come to be?
I used to think that one must have an idea; that there must be some complex logo-rhythm that would relate character, plot and symbol into a meaningful whole. But now I am not so sure.
Through Advent and Lent a story has been evolving on the blogs (Love Blooms Bright and Beauty from Chaos). It is a story about angels, a story about God, and a story about what it means for the Word to become Incarnate. Sometimes, I’ve been quite pleased with the posts. I loved Sophia’s insistence in Wisdom Exaulteth and am still amused by sulky Jophiel in Look Again. It’s too soon to be sure which of the Lent stories I may like. They are too close and there is insufficient distance to see.
These stories have been fun to write, but I am not really sure where they come from. Do they form a coherent theology? Perhaps. But if so, it is not the theology I would have expected to write, nor would I have realised how much I want an illustrator.
How did angels come to take centre stage? Certainly not by my planning or intention.
Yet there they are, week after week, telling me their stories, and forcing their way onto the page. It is fun, and confusing too. Is there more that needs to be written, or is this it? Do the characters live for these blogs, or is there something bigger going on here?
I kind of hope that Jophiel and Zadkiel will stick around. I’d like to see Sophia again too. But this seems to be their choice and not mine. I am sure they will stay with us through Good Friday, but have no sense at all what angels might do, come Easter.