The
Chronicles of Narnia are one of my favourite series of books. My dad started reading them aloud to me when I was around four years old, and they've been an integral part of my life ever since. Recently I've begun my traditional yearly pilgrimage through the books with a friend, and we've found ourselves sitting with the Pevensie children around the Beaver's dinner table, listening to that marvelous prophecy about Aslan, the coming King.
"Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”
(Lewis, 79)
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Sometimes it feels like winter can be endless--especially here in Minnesota when snow can still fall in May. After the long trudge through those monochromatic seasons of life where it's "always winter, never Christmas," you wonder if Aslan will ever come, if there will ever be green and crocuses and warmth and open windows. But there is an end to winter, a death to winter, a defeat to winter. And we live in the anticipation, the assurance, of that coming spring! Happy Easter!
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Lewis, C.S.
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. Scholastic, 1995.
