Carl has lost all identity except what has been fed to him through the manipulation of drugs, torture and the intensive demands of two people who hold his life in his hands. He's being trained to be an assassin--the best in the world. If he succeeds, he lives. If he fails, he dies. He cannot fail.
Towards the end, I found some thoughts to ponder.
"The day a faith loses imagination is the day it dies." (p.282)It's an interesting idea. Is my faith in God dependent on imagination? If so, what would that imagination entail? How would it be exercised? Leanne Payne talks about the importance of having a "holy imagination," something we use to "practice the presence of God." What would happen to faith if one had no imagination? Children are full of imagination. Is that why Jesus said that unless we become like little children, we cannot enter the kingdom of heaven?
"Once born into childlike faith, brimming with belief, typical people begin to lose their faith. Society mocks them. Their friends smirk. They come to change the world, but over time the world changes them. Soon they forget who they were; they forget the faith they once had. Then one day someone tells them the truth, but they don't want to go back because they're comfortable in their new skin."(p.282)Sobering thought. I've been there in the past and I never want to be again. I think Dekker has a point about our need for imagination to keep faith alive. How's your imagination?
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