To write about murder and the imagination is to write about confronting evil, which is the absence of love, with creation, which is the telos of love—love, which is the source of every joy. Because it is not in heaven but in this world that we are called to rejoice, this world of such terrible darkness. It is here and now that we are commanded to make what we see into the beautiful. Not in a better past. There never was one. Not in a future utopia. There will be none until Christ returns. And not in the dreamy warmth of some hymn-singing Christian tale that flatters believers with a happy
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