And here Tolkien's Christianity shines through the text. The first scene in this chapter is so densely packed with spiritual metaphors. The depth present in these pages astounded me as I read it today and really shows why this is an enduring piece of literature (beyond the dramatic narrative and timeless themes and etc.)
First, Gandalf's discussion with Frodo about the Morgul blade that almost pierced Frodo's heart is such a brilliant metaphor for the persistent quality of sin. The tip of the blade "was deeply buried, and ... working its way inward," and tried to place Frodo under Sauron's dominance where "[Sauron] would have tormented [Frodo] for trying to keep his Ring" by drawing him little by little into the wraith-world. In the same way, we see the effects of a persistent vice taking its toll on an individual. Whether it be alcoholism, gambling, pornography — all the usual suspects — or something more mundane like a lack of motivation, a surly attitude, or an absence of honesty, some sins seem to have a firmer grip on our lives than others.
And it doesn't matter what the particular sin is in an individual's life. We are each unique individuals and so it follows that our particular, personal struggle would manifest itself in a manner specially designed to catch our attention, get under our skin, and be forgotten. Once there, it begins to burrow closer and closer to our heart as it becomes more and more an aspect of ourselves instead of the outside intruder we should be treating it as. Instead of a prompt expulsion and active attempt at keeping this blade tip away, once its under our skin we tend to let it sit there for a moment, thinking "oh, this isn't so bad," until it has had a chance to make itself at home, which is when we say to ourselves "you know, I think I kind of like you after all." Already it has begun to poison our mind by suggesting to us that it is a friend, albeit a bit harsh at first but now ready to make our lives pleasurable.
This is, of course, a lie. And it is, at this point, that we require the mind's equivalent of intensive surgery. As Gandalf says, "I suspected that there was some fragment of the blade still in the closed wound. But it could not be found until last night. Then Elrond removed the splinter." In the same way, we are powerless to remove our own contamination once it has burrowed so deep that we do not recognize its existence. We need the assistance of those wiser than us or closest to us in order to find it and remove it from our lives. Though, like Frodo, we may never be "whole" again afterwards, we will not live if we allow such a thing to persist.
Stay tuned,
-Mac
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