“But why werewolves, Brent?” my mother asked.

By Brent King On April 8, 2015 Under Christian Fantasy, Writing

Werewolf_By_Night_(Jack_Russell)That’s a good question.

It all started with a healthy dose of Tolkien and Lewis when my kids were young. For some reason, it never hit me before: fantasy could talk about life in such powerful ways. There were things about reality that could only be said in this genre.

But werewolves? By rights I should be writing high fantasy, with its amazing worlds and creatures. Since I am what some would call a Ringer (having written a book on The Lord of the Rings), I’m not really sure why I don’t. I certainly wouldn’t say I’d never create a world like Tolkien did but, for now, the themes I am driven to talk about are best imaged with low fantasy. Yes, with werewolves.

For, after all, even my mother can see that the werewolf doesn’t exist in our legends for naught. Like the zombie and the vampire, it is a haunting and telling portrait of us. Many relegate such stories to Halloween, citing the devil as their author. And indeed, he is. Read the story in Genesis.

Yet the solution to man’s fallen nature cannot be addressed without realizing how desperate that condition is, without taking a closer look at that dark creature in the mirror. If we have become creatures of the night, then let’s explore those creatures in the light of the solution: the gospel of Christ.

Legends and archetypes don’t lie. Like Walt Kelly said in Pogo, we have met the enemy and he is us.

“But why werewolves, Brent?” my mother asked.

Because I am a werewolf—slashing and ripping at those I love—and I desperately seek the solution.

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