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Why do I really like Andrew Peterson? Is it because he is a creative author? A poetic songwriter? A singer with a lovely voice? Well, no. Actually, he is all of those things but the reason I admire him as an artist and a human being is because of this...
A Note to Parents
I have three kids.
Right now they’re 10, 9, and 6, and they devour books like crazy
people. They gobble them up like sugar cereal. When we come home from
the library, each of them has five or ten books under each arm. At first
I tried to keep up, tried to preview every book they read. But these
days, when my oldest zips through a Hardy Boys book in one afternoon? No
way.
So I wanted to let you know, in case you’re wary of these books, I’m
not one of those writers churning out stories for money, or to push a
political agenda, and I’m not writing fantasy just because I have a
thing for swords and dragons, and I don’t want to corrupt your kids with
shady philosophy or trick them into practicing witchcraft. I don’t want
to expose them to words or situations I wouldn’t want my own children
exposed to.
Here’s why I’m writing these books.
I bear the Maker’s image, and one of the ways that plays out is that I delight in making.
I’ve loved to draw for as long as I can remember. From the moment I
picked up the guitar I wasn’t content to play another guy’s songs–I
wanted to sing my own. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to write stories.
I love stories, and thrill to an imagination on fire. I sat down in
front of the blank page and let my imagination run wild, did my best to
tell a story I would want to be told. If a reader is willing to trust me
with a little of his or her imagination, I want to light it up with
truth, and beauty, and goodness.
I want you to know that I take my job as storyteller very, very
seriously. I believe deeply in the power of Story. It has informed the
way I live, my relationship with God, and, as crazy as it sounds, my
understanding of the meaning of life (if I may speak in such grand
terms). My dad’s a preacher from the South, so you can imagine how
folklore, anecdote, humor, absurdity, good character (and odd
characters), good and evil, and the Bible shaped the narrative of my
childhood.
So this is a story about light and goodness and Truth with a capital
T. It’s about beauty, and resurrection, and redemption. But for those
things to ring true in a child’s heart, the storyteller has to be
honest. He has to acknowledge that sometimes when the hall light goes
out and the bedroom goes dark, the world is a scary place. He has to nod
his head to the presence of all the sadness in the world; children know
it’s there from a very young age, and I wonder sometimes if that’s why
babies cry. He has to admit that sometimes characters make bad choices,
because every child has seen their parent angry or irritable or
deceitful–even the best people in our lives are capable of evil.
But of course the storyteller can’t stop there. He has to show in the
end there is a Great Good in the world (and beyond it). Sometimes it is
necessary to paint the sky black in order to show how beautiful is the
prick of light. Gather all the wickedness in the universe into its
loudest shriek and God hears it as a squeak at best. And that is a
comforting thought. When a child reads the last sentence of my stories, I
hope he or she drifts to sleep with a glow in their hearts and a warmth
in their bones, believing that all shall be well, and all shall be
well, and all manner of things shall be well.
Thank you for trusting me to lead you and yours along this old footpath.
2 comments:
What a great note. I hadn't read that before. That tends to make one trust the author, for sure. I've enjoyed both these posts about Andrew Peterson. Thanks so much.
Becky
It really made me feel great about reading his stories to my little girl. I wish more authors felt this way.
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