For adults it was the witch.
Giants didn’t make either list.
It’s symptomatic of our culture.
Anymore it’s the what than the who; the gift instead of the giver; the house rather than the builder; the made more than the maker.
Its credentials even at the expense of character; conforming as opposed to transforming; occupying space not conquering space.
Ours is a culture with the emphasis on the wrong syllable.
“To infinity and beyond” has become anonymity and moribund.
Even boldness is a euphemism for brashness: is there anything really left for Cyrus to expose?
Celebrity Ariana Grande, “the sultry singer,” endorses Hillary for President: so that should affect how I vote?
There was a day – seemingly a long, long time ago – when giants walked the earth: Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Cicely Saunders, Edith Cavell, Raoul Wallenberg, Winston Churchill. These and too few others had in common a series of “brave decisions in the service of great causes especially when more comfortable and far less dangerous alternatives were open to them.”
Of them Gordon Brown (“Courage”) writes:
“They chose to act when others stood by, and made sacrifices that were worthwhile and noble. Social disapproval, danger, physical pain, and even the risk of death mattered far less to them than personal belief and moral purpose. Quite simply, they seemed to be driven and sustained by higher ideals.”
Are you, dad, the giant within your doors?