The Neverending Sadness
I was on the phone with Amy this morning, and she asked how she could pray for me. Knowing that she already knows all my stuff and all the things that bother me, I simply said, “The sadness.”
When I said those words, it brought to mind a movie from my childhood. I’m sure most of you have seen The Neverending Story, right?
Well, in the movie the childlike empress
is weakened and close to death by the approach of The Nothing
which is taking over all of Fantasia. Unable to do anything in her own defense against The Nothing, the childlike empress depends on a hero from another world
to save her and all that is dear to her.
In a rush of images and memories from a childhood movie, I had a nice representation of my situation. I am tired and weak, unable to resist The Sadness that is steadily moving across my heart, hiding what I love, and I must depend on a Hero from another world to come to my rescue.
Silly as my illustration might be, my sadness seemed to be personified in my recollection of The Nothing and almost seems like an actual force that can be fought. In the movie, the young hero had to scream out over the raging storm the new name he gave the childlike empress to save her and all she loved. I’m waiting expectantly for my Hero to save the day…to call my name over the deafening storm and rebuild my devastated world.
I need a Hero.
