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  • Faith

    Lessons from Narnia

    April 19, 2007


    Monday, September 12, 2005 at 7:19 PM EDT

    Today the main floor of my log cabin is suffering from housekeeper’s neglect. The carpet is coated with Polly Pockets and cracker crumbs. Dirty sheets make the air stale. A mother’s work never ends….

    The messy rooms beckon, but I choose to stick to the afternoon reading routine. Anna, Sarah and I sink into the couch along with last night’s popcorn kernels. I thumb through The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe to find the chapter in which Aslan is killed.

    I like this classic because it takes all the work out of teaching the gospel to my kids. The parallels are obvious . We are falling in love with Jesus all over again through Lewis’ portrayal of the lion that’s “not safe–but good.”

    Understanding dawns in my girls’ eyes as I read about Aslan and the White Witch striking up a bargain to let punishment-deserving Edmund go free. I sense their sorrow as Susan and Lucy follow their beloved lion friend through the midnight forest to the Stone Table. There his devilish enemies bind and shear him, mocking and jeering at how lamb-like the once fierce King of Beasts has become. I hold back tears and read that Aslan could have easily bitten off a wolves’s head while they muzzled him….how with one great roar he could have sent his torturers running…And about the damage that might have been done with one blow from his giant paw.

    But he didn’t rescue Himself.

    I ask the girls why Aslan would allow such a thing. They understand he is giving himself over to the death that Edmund was due, according to the Law of the Deep Magic. Blood must be shed for the traitor to go free.

    I close the book momentarily and look into the faces of my young daughters. “Girls, we are Edmund.”

    Little Anna gasps and proclaims with sudden revelation, “How Jesus must love me!”

    She rests her head on my shoulder, reflecting. I notice the sunbeams streaming through the window and think about gardening chores lost to yet another afternoon indoors. My mind drifts back to the dirty bedrooms I could be transforming. The achievements I won’t soon realize, the careers I may never enjoy.

    I turn again to watch my girls’ watery, sober eyes as they consider Aslan…Jesus. How He loves them.

    Quiet, you dusty shelves. Hush, you lofty ambitions. I am content in this moment. And most fulfilled.

    One thought on “Lessons from Narnia

    1. Daniel Paden says:

      You have given me a new out look on Narnia.
      I never alowed my Daughter to watch this in my house because of the magic and which ect…
      I try to view all things with an open mind and I try to teach my Daughter to do the same, But some times I fail miserably, Like with Narnia.
      Thanks for pulling my minds door back open again.
      I will get a copy of Narnia for my daughter as soon as I can.

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