It's perfect because I have two hours of lunch and homework after intro to DMA to be lost in my daze of thoughts trying to sort through the ideas thrown around in class and asking myself "is Professor Leeper really a Christian who worked on VeggieTales??" For the millionth time. After those two hours are up I usually walk into UCF late and still in some sort of trance. And the class almost without fail, usually explored the biblical side of the visual ideas I wrestled with in class. It refocused me- not in a way where I felt like I had it all figured out, but a reassuring way that reminded me that God has it all figured out.
Anyway all that to explain that we got Flannery O'Connor to read for our reading assignment recently and along with that reading we had to read an excerpt from a book by Andy Crouch. Firstly let's just say I now want to own a collection of O'Connor's work. The readings reminded me of the Gospel as Tragedy classes.
The story we had to read was a short story about a family going on vacation who eventually takes a short detour because of a small deception by the grandmother. They end up crossing paths with a murderer who kills them all with the aid of two boys with him.
It sounds so morbid, but the way Flannery O'Connor writes, it doesn't leave you in a sea of the hopeless. It left me pondering about why the characters responded in a certain way, what made them do it?
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