First a quote from "Kingdom of Heaven"(ironically not a very good Christian theme... as they are portrayed somewhat cowardly) and some thoughts attached...
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"Who are you? Will you change the world? Does making a man a knight make him a better fighter?"
"Yes"
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A man who is a knight fights for something more than himself. He fights for a cause, a reason, a people. He no longer fights only for himself, for his own survival. As such, he now may draw strength not only from himself, but from others, and if he wishes, from God. If one fights for God, God strengthens him. If he fights for God and for others, God strengthens him through Himself and through others. By fighting for ideas and pursuits, the longing to see their completion will provide a strength beyond a selfish will. And if one fights for heaven, they may draw all their strength from heaven and Him above until they reach it.

Next, with that somewhat in mind.... Imagination.
If I have not imagination... I begin to lose faith. If I cannot imagine, I being to lose hope. Without these.... I cannot love.

Our imaginations are crucial! We cannot know God without them. If we cannot look at our world, and imagine something has created it, we are meant only to exist, and to die... all point to living any which way has lost its meaning. If there is no creator, no heaven, it will matter not if we are good or evil. But as long as we can imagine... there is hope for us. For if we may ask why, we we can ask what, where, and how, we may find some sense of purpose. Where does the tree come from? Where does the seed come from? Where does the earth come from? Where do atoms come from? Where do electrons and protons come from? Where do their composing parts come from? And so on and so forth... on and on we go... until eventually there is only one real answer, or a great many intangible ones that lead us absolutely nowhere. Listen to a child. Let them ask why long enough and eventually you will have to tell them one of three things. 1.) I don't know. 2.) Stop asking (and we should never tell them this, unless we wish for their utter ruin), or 3.) Because that is the way God decided it should be. These seem to be the only three answers that will satisfy a child, and the very ones they need to hear, and learn more about. They become both the child's and our own tool for learning more. We simply must break everything down to its simplest root. Once there, we may build up. Nothing is necessary without either not knowing, or admitting there is a creator who does, who gives it a meaning, of whom we may ask. No field of science, no musical ensemble, no piece of writing, no task or toil, no life itself can find its meaning without such an imagination. I find this especially true when I try to search through my own faith. If I am not willing to let my imagination in, I can find no purpose for it. It is the air I breathe. Why? Why...why...why? If I cannot ask these questions, I cannot find my answers, and, as such... I become lost in a monotonous toil of every day survival. Pointlessness and despair abound. I ask now, is it so hard to imagine a God in control of all things? If I do not ask any questions, then yes... it is quite impossible. But then, I have limited myself and everything I do. I will understand nothing unless someone tells it to me. And if they only tell me, I will only do what they have told me, and will never know otherwise... And then I will not be myself persay, but a copy of the one who has told me. Now... this is good and fine if my master is a good sort, who has asked all the right questions... but say they're not? What if they are evil, or have themselves simply not asked? By following their examples... I am only evil myself, or else ignorant. We must always ask, so that we may always learn, and from that, grow to understand it all the more. And when we understand more, learn more, imagine more, we see more. We appreciate more. We believe more. The best truths in life finally reveal themselves. Not because they were never there before, but because we never asked. Things that seemed impossible become possible because we may now conceivably imagine them. If, in my mind, I have asked enough questions to find something possible, I can then believe in it, until it becomes refutable. In that case, I ask more questions, until it is then impossible, or nearer to reality. If I cannot ask whether the task before me is able to be completed or overcome, how may I overcome it, except by sheer luck? But if I ask, and try to overcome it, I find the obstacle was not so difficult to defeat. The same goes with faith. If I refuse the possibility by refusing to ask the right questions, I will never find God. But, if I ask, and ask, I find He is most certainly a possibility. And if I can concede this, I may find Him to be more real than I had ever imagined. And if I find Him real, I can concede that perhaps He is a creature greater than myself. And if I can concede this, I may find Him to be capable of doing everything I can do. And, if I stretch a bit further, since He made me, He can do more than I can do, and He can do that which others can do as well. And if He made them, He can do more still. Soon, nothing is impossible to Him, and I may entrust myself to that. He can be God. He can be Man. He can be Spirit. He can strengthen me. He can answer my prayers. He can dwell in me. He can provide. He can appear. He can exist. He can make Himself known. And I can begin to know Him. I can begin to see Him more and more. I can relate to Him more and more. I can become a Christian, really and truly, because I can fathom Him. But still further fathoming, and I will find Him completely incomprehensible! Not because I cannot imagine Him, but because I cannot understand how Someone could be so good, could allow such a thing as creation, how He could fathom it. How everything can be at once so mysterious and so perfect. Now further. If I may conceive these things... I may begin to concede that this God is made of impossible love. I may concede that He loves what He has made, even something so impossibly wretched as myself. Once I realize this, I too may love myself, from my love of Him. Once I love Him, I love myself, and once myself, then all things. Does it get easier to actually do? Not at first, perhaps... but gradually more and more so... Then after I love, I must act. I must pray, worship, honor, kneel, respect, know, and love. And these things become real. And I must make them active in my life. I must be the creation my creator has all this time made me, intended me to be. Evil and fear can no longer reside in me, because of the love living inside me. And as such, I must effort to keep it from entering. I must learn again to ask. This time: How. How can I accomplish such a thing as a good creation? And then I find I cannot. Evil prevents me by my nature. But there is some more imagination, and I find my hope in Christ, and He may finally save me. I can see that God can become Man, and I must again learn to honor Him. I must believe something is actually happening, rather than something that is said to be. I must believe that I am no longer purely myself, but also God living within me, that He has saved me, that there is hope for me. That when I pray, He listens, that when I live, He is king. I must learn to realize this -now-. I must train myself to this -now-. or else what will I do when I'm before Him in His full presence? I will consider myself rather a proud fool. But, this opens up the chance for more grace. This opens up the very institutions He has left for us. Because I have imagination, I can bow before God Himself. I can ask God Himself. I can receive God Himself. I can have mercy. And once I can do all these things, once I have all these impossible things living inside of me. Once I have this love... I can share it. I can love others with it, and then teach them of this same love, because I desire them to know it, to experience it, to share in my family, with my family, with God, with Jesus, with Spirit, with Love. And I can conceive, that those trying to explain this to me are of the same family, and that those before them, and those before them. And then I may find hope to share family and love with all of them, and all to come. Love for all springs forth. Faith, hope, and love, become more than ideas, but rather life changing... All due to a healthy imagination... And of course, where does this imagination come from? From God.