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Kevie O's avatar

"For that many there be that pretend to be the King's Labourers and that say they are for mending the King's High-way, that bring dirt and dung instead of stones, and so marr,instead of mending."

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Really enjoying this series, thank you Karen. Seems to me that Bunyan, maybe without realizing it, has written a sort of theology of the body (JPII). Christiana’s journey is the Church’s journey, not as an institution, but as a living, breathing, stumbling bride. The celestial city is not a destination beyond the world, but the world itself, redeemed.

Might I suggest the interplay between Christian’s solitary pilgrimage and Christiana’s communal journey is an unwitting icon of the incarnation’s particularity. For if Christ’s divinity was clothed in flesh, then the spiritual is never abstract, never disembodied, but always mediated through the tangible… through bread, through wine, through the laughter of children, through the sweat and terror of fending off assailants. Christian’s path was one of existential crisis, but Christiana’s is sacramental, her salvation is worked out in the company of others (as others have commented), in the domestic, the mundane, even the grotesque.

The city is reached not by transcending the body but by sanctifying it. The near assault on Christiana and Mercie is not merely an allegory of temptation but a brutal reminder that the pilgrimage is enfleshed. The divine is encountered not in spite of the body’s vulnerability, but through it. Just as Christ’s wounds remained after the resurrection, so too does the pilgrim’s journey bear the marks of struggle. Not as shame, but as witness.

Great-heart is more than a pastor, he’s an icon of Christ the bridegroom, armed not just with sword and shield but with tenderness. When Christiana’s heart bleeds in remembrance of Christ’s bleeding, she participates in the stigmata of devotion, a mystical union where love is both wound and balm. This is no mere emotionalism, it is the eros of the Cross, the divine ache that transfigures suffering into communion.

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