Choose Your Friends Wisely

Dear Lewis,

You’re going to make a lot of mistakes throughout your life. Some will simply embarrass you. Others will get you into serious trouble. And there will come a day when a mistake gets you hurt.

You’ll be able to bounce back from most of your mistakes. If you find the book you’re reading to be horribly written, you can put it down. If you choose the wrong college, you can switch. If you take a job because it pays well, only to discover the company’s business practices are unethical, you can quit.

Lewis, there’s one mistake you can’t afford to make: choosing the wrong friends. And if you need an example of what true friends should be like, look at Merry and Pippin.

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10 Reasons I Want My Son To Be Like Bilbo

Dear Lewis,

I love the Lord of the Rings. I mean I truly, honestly, in the nerdiest way possible, love it. The fact that I have to prevent myself from saying, “That’s like the part in Lord of the Rings where…” in every conversation is why your mother doesn’t worry about other women trying to take me home when I go to the bar without her.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read the books. Yet, every time I do, I discover something new, something wonderful, something life changing. It’s a part of who I am. It’s shaped the way I think and the way I view the world.

It’s even shaped the way I parent.

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The Eucatastrophe

Dear Lewis,

When I was a kid my least favorite day to go to church was Easter. As a pastor’s son Easter Sunday meant being at church from sunup to sundown. It meant constantly being asked where the bathrooms were located. It meant playing some bit part in a horrible Easter play. It meant everything I didn’t like about church became exacerbated.

Even after I moved away from home I had a rocky relationship with Easter Sunday. Sometimes I went, sometimes I didn’t. The crowds were still out of control; the “dramas” – as they became known – were still embarrassing; and, without fail, someone always asked me about the bathrooms.

But, a few years ago I read an explanation of Easter that resonated with something at the core of who I am. It didn’t come from a pastor or a theologian. It came from a wizard; it came from Tolkien.

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