Lucy began, somewhat tearfully, in response to the news from Aslan that she and Edmund would not be returning to Narnia, “…it’s YOU! We shan’t meet you there. And how can we live never meeting you?”
“But you shall meet me, dear one.” Aslan responds.
“Are you there, in our world, too?” Edmund asks, with a tinge of joy in his voice.
“I AM! But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason you were brought to Narnia. That by knowing me here a little, you may know me better there!”
I’ve been listening to “The Voyage of the Dawn Treader” again this week.
Do you ever have seasons of your life where you feel like you just need to be reminded of the fact that HE is here – in our world? I needed that this week.
What great lengths He’s gone to – to romance me.
To embrace me.
To forgive me – even though there’s simply no good reason to.
To redeem me.
To hide me in the shadow of His wing.
To hide little reminders of His nearness – everywhere I turn – if only I will stop half a second to recognize them.
Just moments before Lucy’s exclamation, this is the exchange had taken place:
“What? Is there a way into Aslan’s country from our world, too?”
“There is a way into my country from all worlds!” He exclaims as he reveals Himself – changing from the beautiful spotless Lamb that had served them the best breakfast they’d ever eaten, into the Lion they’ve known and loved.
“Aslan, will you tell us how to get into your country from our world?”
“I shall be telling you all the time! But I will not tell you how long or short the way will be, only that it lies across a river. But do not fear that, for I am the Great Bridge Builder!”
Do you just love that? I do!
While I love Narnia – and have undoubtedly spent far too much time thinking about how amazing it would have been to be one of those lucky Pevensie children in my youth! – I’m so thankful that Narnia is just a shadow of Heaven. That Aslan is just a representation of The Way, The Truth, and the Life. And that I don’t have to rely on magic to pull me into a magical land to know The Lion of the Tribe of Judah.
I love that as Aslan sends them back into their own world, at the end of this book, there’s the Lion’s roar, a flurry and brush of the Lion’s golden mane, a mixture of scenes – the land they’re being sent from, into the world they belong in – and the Lion’s kiss on their foreheads. What sweeter benediction could there be?
Remember how – after death works backward in “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe” and Susan and Lucy were in the courtyard of the White Witch’s castle – and Aslan was breathing upon those creatures she’d turned to stone? Do you remember how as they’re reanimated? By the breath of the Lion?
Oh – Breathe on me, Lamb of God! Please! Breathe on me! Keep my heart turned to you!
I guess that’s why I keep listening to The Chronicles of Narnia. How can I not?