Tag Archives: Laura Andrews

Guest Post by Laura Andrews

Image result for images of greta thunberg

Greta Thunberg… making demands

Greta Thunberg is deluded, and at some point a lot of people are going to have to answer for their part in deluding her.

Telling people to panic is nonsense. Everyone should know that. Panic is the enemy of a clear mind. When you panic, you lose control of the situation. Even if climate change is caused by mankind, and even if it can be fixed by mankind, it certainly can’t be fixed all in a minute.

If you are a Thunberg-ite, are you really willing to undergo the radical changes that she is putting forward? Are you willing to walk or bike to work, no matter how far away it is? Or maybe drive a horse-drawn carriage. Are you willing to give up your hair products, beauty products, smart phones, and computers?

If you want to visit another country, are you going to go there under wind power, taking weeks to get to a place you could have reached in a day or two by airplane? Or what if your grandmother is dying, and the only way to get to her before she passes is by airplane and there you are, galloping madly on a horse?

Greta Thunberg doesn’t know what she’s talking about, and the people who control her are abusing her by keeping her, and so many other children, in a constant state of panic, anger, and frustration.

When I was her age, my political activity was confined to making comments on news articles expressing my views. Greta is still a child. She’s sixteen years old. She should indeed be in school, not traipsing around the world telling everyone else what to do. And her parents should be utterly ashamed of themselves for feeding her tendency to obsess over things, instead of trying to help her. Add to that the fact that, as a teenager, she is in the middle of a whirlwind of hormones, and it is no wonder that she is so miserable and hopeless.

Clearly this poor girl has never been told about the true hope found in Christ. In her despair and anger we see a perfect picture of what is is like to be raised with zero religious foundation. Mankind is the be-all and end-all. We live and die by our own power. Our world rises or falls because of us. What if someone took her aside and said, “Greta, let me tell you about God”? If handled correctly, can you imagine the feeling she would get as she realized, for the first time in her life, that there is hope? That even if the world is falling to pieces, there is a rock to cling to?

I’d love to see that happen. Greta Thunberg, and all children like her, who grow up in a world devoid of God, have been robbed and deluded. They are so deluded that they are in a state of panic, and they are trying to panic everyone else over many issues which they do not understand, and of which they cannot see the consequences of implementing: gun control, climate change policies, economic policies.

I hope and pray that they will be shown the light of truth, because walking in the dark is frightening. Jesus says to allow the little children to come to Him, but there are people forbidding them to come to Him, to taste the sweetness of love and joy and freedom from fear.

Shame on the people who make a profit from panicked, angry children, and shame on the people who created that mindset in the first place. It would be better if a millstone were tied around their necks and they were cast into the sea.


Pray for intervention by the Holy Spirit–and the sooner, the better.   –LD





Book Review: ‘Where the Music Ends’

We know Laura as a visitor to this blog. She once won a comment contest by writing “Ugh.” I’m so glad that didn’t start a trend.

Where the Music Ends (available on amazon.com, $5.99) is her first published novella. I read it in a sitting yesterday, 99 pages. I enjoyed it, and I won’t easily forget it; but to review it analytically–well, that won’t be easy.

That’s because it’s a kind of fairy tale, or myth. As such, it leaves many things unexplained. It’s as if a painter tried to portray a landscape in as few brush-strokes as possible.

So we have a valley, with seven villages in it, surrounded by a powerful spell laid down by an evil witch, and no one can get in or out. Worse, the witch periodically creates some kind of “music”–it is not described–that summons children out of their homes by night: some of them never to return at all, and others spiritually maimed. We’re not told why the witch does this, or what she does with the children that she keeps. We can only wonder.

Twins Alice and Joseph are called out by the music. Alice is able to resist the witch’s power, but she can’t save Joseph. She meets another boy named Gilbert who has also resisted, although wounded by the attack of a probably magical wolf. As they try to get back home, and get a doctor for Gilbert, they discover that the witch has cursed them with a very nasty curse: people can’t see them, hear them, or help them. Their only hope is to get out of the valley altogether.

I don’t want to try to retell the story here. Suffice it to say that, to overcome the witch and lift her spells, and to save Joseph if they can, the children must discover and then speak the “free words,” whatever they turn out to be; and it seems that what will also be required are “a sword, a word, and blood.” And this means sacrifice.

I can’t decide whether this story is just right as it is, or whether many more details should have been provided. Start doing that, though, and the next thing you know, your novella is a bust and you find yourself writing a novel. As a fantasy writer–who writes novels, not novellas–I do believe in allowing much scope to the reader’s imagination. It’s often more effective than anything I can think of saying about certain people and locations, etc. Should Laura have told us what the witch’s music sounds like? Or would that have risked ruining the story? I don’t know. It’s not my story.

When I was a boy there used to be a program on educational TV, “Japanese Brush Painting.” The artist would demonstrate how to paint a horse, for instance, in just a few simple strokes, achieving not photographic realism, but something of the essence of a rearing horse. It really worked! I didn’t have a brush, but I did try to imitate him with a ball-point pen. I turned out some pretty nice pictures of horses.

Where the Music Ends reminds me of one of those Japanese brush paintings. There is beauty in it, simplicity–and a lot of somewhat creepy stuff going on in the background. I don’t know whether Laura has ever read Lord Dunsany, but there’s something in here reminiscent of his shorter stories of supernatural encounters.

All of which means that I enjoyed the novella and can recommend it to you.

Just don’t expect a lot of explanation.


%d bloggers like this: