Lightbearer Letters: Longing

My Captain,

I am feeling a longing that I have not often felt before. It’s a stirring, a desire for more. Perhaps it is the Sacred Light, wanting to shine out through me, wanting to join those who have gone before. Maybe it is a desire to finally end this struggle, this war. Maybe it is a longing to go home.

Home, father, home! It’s a desire that I can hardly control. I want to go to my final home, where I will see you face-t0-face.

I was reading my orders today, reading about Abraham, who lived in the land promised him like a stranger. He was not content with earth, because he was constantly looking up and ahead to the land promised. He could not see it. He did not have any surety of it, no tangible sign, only the word of the Ever-True Father. But that was enough. For that faith he lived and died a wanderer, even being willing to sacrifice his only son, because he loved and trusted his God.

Just reading about my spiritual ancestor gives me hope. I want to be like them, who cannot see what is promised, but believe and continue in obedience.

Give me the faith to believe and long for the City that has foundations, whose designer and builder is God. Help me to always keep this in my sight, Captain, so that I may never be overcome by darkness and despair. Our enemy is strong, Captain, but you died to free us, and to give us victory. Even now you are going before us to prepare the home Abraham longed for. Now I long for it too. Please, my friend, take us home soon. Let this warfare end. Fill our hearts with your peace.

With longing,

Lightbearer Storycraft.

By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to a place that he was to receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going. By faith he went to live in the land of promise, as in a foreign land, living in tents with Isaac and Jacob, heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city that has foundations, whose designer and builder is God….These all died in faith, not having received the things promised, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth. For people who speak thus make it clear that they are seeking a homeland. If they had been thinking of that land from which they had gone out, they would have had opportunity to return. But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared for them a city. (Hebrews 11: 8-10, 13-16)

Lightbearer Letters: Fear

Soldier 161-031-9980
Western Front, Southeast Squadron RPC
Camp S, Section 65B

Captain

We’ve had trouble on several fronts in our camp. Several of us are fighting among ourselves. Our enemy is profiting from our discord and has chided us into inactivity. This infighting must stop or we won’t be able to fight. My enemy Ego is telling me to listen to my pride and join the fighting. I’m finding it hard to fight him. I’ve failed twice already.

Our youngest soldier is very open to the message so far. I only hope that the Holy Light will infect him. I’m reading to him picture books about what you have done. Call him to your service, Captain, and make him one of yours. Make him truly one of your soldiers, not just an observer of the light.

I’m having trouble with my commission. I’m finding that I have more fear of what people might think of me than I have faith in you and what you have done. I want to speak to others about your glory, but I don’t do it in my time, and therefore am out of practice. I’m shirking my duties as soldier and lightbearer.

Remind me again, captain, that my purpose is to reflect the Holy Light coming from you. Let this take full preeminence over all my other passions. Let me not be afraid to speak for you. Fill me with your spirit, your courage, your light. Let me trust you again. Only then can I be a true soldier

Let me no longer fear men, Captain, but fear God

Lightbearer Storycraft.

Confession of a Wayward Lightbearer

Soldier 161-031-9980

Western Front, Southeast Squadron RPC

Camp S, Section 65B

Captain

Enclosed is my first full report of the battle in camp S. The lapses of communication are not due to any ambiguity on the part of my orders, but result from my flawed misconception that my purpose here was to simply observe, to study, and not to engage the enemy.

The Holy Light has been put out, the one entrusted to Camp S, due to ill keeping. The Soldiers in Camp S have been acting in an advisory capacity, living civilian lives, while still carrying the royal name. Without guarding or engagement in the battles, the flame slowly dwindled. Now it is only coals.

I have failed you in watching my part of the Holy Light, and was lulled to sleep by the words of a traitor in the camp, Ego, who assured me that my part in the campaign was to watch and learn from senior officials. I have been reading the orderbook and the biographies, the latter books reminding me of my full purpose.

The reason this is my first report is because before now I assumed as an observer I had no right to speak to you, but that my orders would come soon. I was unwilling to believe that my orders came when I first joined the camp.

While carrying your Holy Name, and your Holy Light, I have kept silent when asked of my true colors. I have tried to hide the Holy Light, and because of that, the Light has faded away. Not only that, but my lack of participation in the campaigns I was supposed to be part of caused several heavy losses for our camp. The rest of the soldiers are likewise asleep. Only our Commanders nurse the Holy Light. And our Squadron seems more worried about maintaining structural activity than beginning any new campaigns.

We are on the defense, sir, because we have no hope. We feel that our job is simply to wait for you to come and take command, and that you will fix everything. Without the Holy Light, we have become timid. We no longer try to enlarge our ranks.

I ask that the Holy Light be rekindled in our Camp, and our Squadron. I ask that we may be given encouragement and aid as we begin again what we ought to have done long ago. I ask for a Captain to lead us in the conquest of the darkness. I ask for personal aid as I stand against demons of darkness and indifferent soldiers. How strange that my main discouragement comes from within our ranks!

Every night we close the day with this song:

Father, we come to thee, for day is done

And bring account for battles lost and won

For all the vict’ries, let us humble be

For all our power finds its source in Thee.

Give us Victory over our enemy once more, my King

Lightbearer Storycraft

Sitter Sméagol: Part 2

Where we left off, Sméagol was contemplating the job of watching several little hobbits while “Fat Hobbit” Went with Rosie to see the Elves before they went over the Sea. Sméagol was left alone with Elanor, Sam’s oldest hobbit-daughter, and several little hobbits.

Gollum: We shouldn’t eats them, precious, but we is hungry. We has nothing to eat.

Elanor: Would you like me to make you some toast? Or bacon?

Gollum: Baconses, please. And raw.

Elanor: That doesn’t seem quite safe, mister….

Gollum: Sméagol is our name, precious.

Elanor: Mister Sméagol. You probably should cook your food before you eat it.

Gollum: One raw and one cooked, then?

Elanor: I guess I could do that. I’ll be right back.

Gollum: Would he miss one, I wonder? He has so many small hobbitses… (hears a knock on the door) I wonder if that’s him coming back. Good thing I didn’t eat any. (Goes over to the door and opens it)

Dwalin: Good morning. Dwalin at your service. Where’s supper?

Gollum: Supper?

Dwalin: Don’t dawdle, lad. Bring supper.

Gollum: All right…(goes over to Elanor at the stove) We is going to need more baconses. There are dwarveses in the parlor.

Elanor: Dwarves in the parlor? But papa isn’t home.

Gollum: We knows this.(Door bangs once more) And it looks like there will be more coming!

Fili: Looks like everyone’s here. Hello! Where’s supper?

Gollum: Why does everyone expect supperses?

Dwalin: It was in the message. Little fellow having the meeting at his house, providing supper, and going to come with us to help rob the dragon.

Gollum: DRAGONSES? What’s it talking about, precious?

Thorin: Everyone! Gandalf said we need to get going immediately. There isn’t much time. He’ll meet us in Bree. I’m sorry, Baggins, but we’ll have to leave now.

Gollum: Bagginses? What does it mean, Bagginses?

Balin: We got the message: Baggins, in the Shire, at Bag End, coming to help us get the dragon.

Gollum: This sounds familiarses…..wait, DRAGONSES! WHAT DRAGONSES??

Elanor: Excuse me…

Fili: All right! Let’s go!

 

Sam and Rosie come to their house to find it in complete disarray. All the furniture is topsy-turvy and the pantry is empty.

Rosie: What happened here?

Sam: I knew it wasn’t smart to let Gollum watch our house. Now look at all this.

Rosie: But where are our children?

Sam(to himself): Maybe he ate them.

Rosie: SAM! Look, there’s an elf. Sir, have you seen our children?

Legolas: They’ve taken the hobbits to Isengard!

Sam: (to himself) Better there than with that Gollum.

Rosie: How far away is Isengard?

Sam: Here we go again.