It wasn’t so long ago that publishers were willing to invest in tremendous works of literature for young minds that marry the great truths of our world with the faith that makes them work. The laws of gravity and entropy, the low entropy of the past, the fact that time is not a constant, and neither is space as seen at a quantum level, all of this ratifying the world not only as mysterious but orderly and tremendously exciting. Because that is how the world was created by our creator. How, when, using what tools? Was the earth a rocky planet that attracted water? Was it first a ball of water, only adding land later? Why does time get slower the closer to a large source of gravity – and what does that mean for a black hole? Or, better yet, for time travel? Why does the arrow of time work the way it does, when it need not? At the quantum level there is no difference between moving forward and moving backward?
And how do we discover these things? We send our young men to MIT and then to DARPA. How do we get there? We read our little boys “A Wrinkle in Time”. Not the woke Oprah movie; the real book about the fight against evil and the discovery of tessering and how special Charles Wallace is – and how faithful his mother is to his father and they both are to God.
“Awwww, read me another page,” he says to me, though it is already late. “OK, just one more.” – I’ve been reading books to my little boy every night for his entire life. We’ve gone through Tolkien and Lewis and Potter (Beatrix not Harry); we started of course with Seuss. We’re now going through the L’Engle – because now his little malleable mind is just starting to push into abstract thought, and that must be encouraged.
I’m so glad this book was written. I’m glad it was published; and I’m glad the diversity warriors haven’t banned it (yet) to be replaced of course by some Maoist nonsense that better fits their agenda. Because God and science – right and wrong – truth and consequences? Well, isn’t that all so ‘yesterday’? And I fear for the great writers of today trying to get their tremendous civilizational stories through the censors – my guess is they will be no more lucky than I have been. And that is sad for our children. But for now, we read “Wrinkle in Time” as timeless and unchanging as we hope that the pendulum will swing back and the next generation will again seek truth.