Over the month of January I re-read The Hobbit. I saw the movie back in December and wanted to see how much of it I remembered (or in reality, forgot). Plus it was a also a good barometer of my healing from an annoying head injury I suffered over Christmas.
As a result of my reading, my love of The Lord of Rings trilogy has resurfaced. Just last Sunday afternoon, I watched the beginning of the first movie before heading out for an afternoon of ice skating. And the scene of Bilbo finally leaving behind the ring stayed with me for much of this past week. It actually led me back to the book.
There I was reminded of my own Bilbo-like behaviors when it comes to "my precious" and my Savior asking me to hand it over. The passage actually served as a point of meditation for me and I have decided to list it below.
Well no! Here is it in my pocket! He hesitated. 'Isn't that odd now?' he said softly to himself. 'Yes after all, why not? Why shouldn't it stay there?'
Gandalf looked again very hard at Bilbo, and there was a gleam in his eyes. 'I think, Bilbo,' he said quietly, 'I should should leave it behind. Don't you want to?'
'Well yes-and no. Now it comes to it, I don't like parting with it at all, I may say. And I don't really see why I should. Why do you want me to?' he asked, and a curious change came over his voice. It was sharp with suspicion and annoyance. 'You are always badgering me about my ring; but you have never bothered me about the other things I got on my journey.'
...I should like to know where it is, if you go wandering again. Also I think you have had it quite long enough. You won't need it any more, Bilbo, unless I am quite mistaken.'
Bilbo flushed, and there was an angry light in his eyes. His kindly face grew hard. 'Why not?' he cried. 'And what business is it of yours, anyway, to know what I do with my own things? It is my own. I found it. It came to me.'
'Yes, yes,' said Gandalf. 'But there is no need to get angry.'
'If I am it is your fault,' said Bilbo. 'It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.'...But I say it now. And why not? Even if Gollum said the same once. It's not his now, but mine. And I shall keep it, I say.'
Gandalf stood up. He spoke sternly. 'You will be a fool if you do, Bilbo,' he said. 'You make that clearer with every word you say. It has got far too much hold on you. Let it go! And then you can go yourself, and be free.'
As a result of my reading, my love of The Lord of Rings trilogy has resurfaced. Just last Sunday afternoon, I watched the beginning of the first movie before heading out for an afternoon of ice skating. And the scene of Bilbo finally leaving behind the ring stayed with me for much of this past week. It actually led me back to the book.
There I was reminded of my own Bilbo-like behaviors when it comes to "my precious" and my Savior asking me to hand it over. The passage actually served as a point of meditation for me and I have decided to list it below.
Well no! Here is it in my pocket! He hesitated. 'Isn't that odd now?' he said softly to himself. 'Yes after all, why not? Why shouldn't it stay there?'
Gandalf looked again very hard at Bilbo, and there was a gleam in his eyes. 'I think, Bilbo,' he said quietly, 'I should should leave it behind. Don't you want to?'
'Well yes-and no. Now it comes to it, I don't like parting with it at all, I may say. And I don't really see why I should. Why do you want me to?' he asked, and a curious change came over his voice. It was sharp with suspicion and annoyance. 'You are always badgering me about my ring; but you have never bothered me about the other things I got on my journey.'
...I should like to know where it is, if you go wandering again. Also I think you have had it quite long enough. You won't need it any more, Bilbo, unless I am quite mistaken.'
Bilbo flushed, and there was an angry light in his eyes. His kindly face grew hard. 'Why not?' he cried. 'And what business is it of yours, anyway, to know what I do with my own things? It is my own. I found it. It came to me.'
'Yes, yes,' said Gandalf. 'But there is no need to get angry.'
'If I am it is your fault,' said Bilbo. 'It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.'...But I say it now. And why not? Even if Gollum said the same once. It's not his now, but mine. And I shall keep it, I say.'
Gandalf stood up. He spoke sternly. 'You will be a fool if you do, Bilbo,' he said. 'You make that clearer with every word you say. It has got far too much hold on you. Let it go! And then you can go yourself, and be free.'
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