My husband and I just finished re-watching the Chronicles of Narnia movies during our at home date nights. He indulged my fantasy streak, which in all honesty has a very short attention span. I’m more of a documentary type of gal.
Narnia though. That land brings me back to my childhood like only CS Lewis can do. Yes, the books are arguably better, but the movies came darn close. Reading this series as a kid, it amazed me how much Lewis’ storylines had planted themselves in my memories, in such detail.
Anyone else get a lump in the back of their throat feeling when Aslan shows up? It’s like I wait to catch a glimpse of him, because that would be just enough to get my heart revved up, ready for battle. You know when Aslan shows up something’s about to go down.
Every stinking time that lion gets me!
There is something profoundly mysterious and familiar about his presence. Kind, yet fierce and untamed, overwhelming and gracious; the characteristics of that lion are inexplicably long and his relationship with Lucy is special.
Lucy has always been my favorite because her courage is something unique. She loves Narnia because of it’s magnificence. As a kid, what’s not to love about fairy tales coming to life?
But it’s more than that.
Lucy believes in the reality of her experience and invests ownership in the well-being of those Narnians, even though others see it as absurd. She dives in ready to serve.
Why though? Why was Lucy always so ready to go and just believe it all? Being the youngest, her child-like heart gave her courage with a capital ‘C.’
So, yes, now I wish I could live in Narnia and be a child again. I mean…I’m not asking that much.
If courage is the catalyst for all things hoped for, then Lucy’s pureness of heart gave her clarity to grasp onto that courage and hold tight, hoping for the future of Narnia…when other’s were clouded with fear and disbelief. Lucy hoped in the potential of Narnia’s greatness based on what she knew of Aslan, rather than the reality of it’s current condition.
Her perspective was completely altered because of what held her focus.
So what’s all that got to do with me wanting to live in Narnia? Do I really want to live with mythical creatures that talk like Mr. Tumnus? I mean, maybe…No, the correct answer is no, Lisa. 🙂
But I will say this – it seems a whole lot easier to have courage when it’s standing right next to you. If we could feel and see the presence of Aslan’s sheer dominance every step of every day as we tackled the ups and downs of life – heartache to death to new life – wouldn’t we be a whole lot more confident?
I’d have clarity to make a call on things more quickly because I’d have this lion hanging out with me. He wouldn’t tell me what to do, but he’d encourage my next steps, indulge my questions, and love me no matter what. The reassurance of my actions would be tangible.
Some days I want to experience life, like Lucy experienced Narnia. To experience the mystery of all we can’t see from our normal viewpoints. To learn lessons from the Mr. Tumnus’ in our lives and to know the strength of Aslan as we step out to conquer life’s hardest battles – in full acceptance of the authority that lion has.
Sometimes we have to step outside our ‘norm’ to experience the full magnificence of life; to allow our souls to feel greatness that exists beyond those wardrobe doors. Lucy stepping through those doors was out of curiosity, but she became a leader in Narnia because of her courage.
A magical wardrobe: providing mystical adventures and some courage to boot. It may sound fantastical, but Narnia, here I come!