“’But please, please – won’t you – can’t you give me something that will cure Mother?’
Up till then he had been looking at the Lion’s great feet and the huge claws on them; now, in his despair, he looked up at its face. What he saw surprised him as much as anything in his whole life. For the tawny face was bent down near his own and (wonder of wonders) great shining tears stood in the Lion’s eyes. They were such big, bright tears compared with Digory’s own that for a moment he felt as if the Lion must really be sorrier about his Mother than he was himself.
‘My son, my son,’ said Aslan. ‘I know. Grief is great.’”
― C.S. Lewis,
This quote has been swirling in my mind for months now.
As much as I hold Scripture dear, sometimes this quote can comfort me more easily than a often-repeated verse.
Perhaps I’ve become numb to some of the tried-and-true verses, like Romans 8:28, for example. Repetition helps me as a believer, but it can also become a rote process that disconnects my mind from the knowledge of the words.
Yet when truths are framed in an allegory, my heart quickens to it once more. (Side note: I’m guessing that’s why Jesus used parables so often. He knew our hearts sometimes must be tricked into hearing the truth.)
A story that pierces my heart and illuminates the truths found in Scripture brings me pure joy. That’s why I love the Chronicles of Narnia so much.
No, it’s not Scripture. It’s not divinely inspired like the words of the Bible.
But it wakes me up.
It tells me the truth in a way I can hear it, all the while pointing me back to the Word of God.
Like this quote.
Whenever I go through a difficult period, it comes to mind. These simple words remind me that God does, in fact, love me and all of His children–even when circumstances may appear to the contrary.
Stories like this breathe hope into my soul again.
And isn’t that what all good stories should do?