Where the Lion Roams

For as long as I can remember I have been enthralled with C.S. Lewis’ Narnia.  (That being said, don’t be surprised if you read blogs in the future referencing it.)  The stories captured me from a very young age and I continue to love them.  I was the child who cried at the end of the book, longing to be be a part of that world where magic and whimsy were commonplace, talking beasts were neighbors, and where good always won.  I saw myself in Lucy, the youngest and first to see Narnia of her brothers and sister.  She was valiant, full of childlike faith, kind, and was gifted with the ability to heal others.  I still hope that one day, I can embody the kind of faith that she had.  I find that I am often more like Digory, a bit foolish and impulsive, full of mistakes, and yet somehow- by the grace of the Lion, things are made right in the end.  After all, the silver apple tree does become a wardrobe through which others find adventure.  Mostly though, I longed to be where the Lion roamed- to stroke Aslan’s mane, ride on his back, feel his breathe make me come alive again, to be with him.  Suddenly, this world just wasn’t enough anymore.

I often find that I still have that feeling.  No matter how wonderful marriage, parenthood, friendship, etc. are, I am still left wanting.  Of course, I know the answer is Jesus- the Void Filler, the missing puzzle piece.  And yet, my heart still longs.  I am often reminded that yes- there’s always more with God.  No matter what I think I know or experience, I will not yet know his fullness in this lifetime.  And here the answers lies…:

“For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God.  For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.  For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees?  But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.”  Romans 8:19-25

And so I wait, somewhat unwillingly, somewhat impatiently, seeing glimpses of the Lion here on Earth, unable to truly fathom what awaits beyond this life.  For he does walk among us, yet he doesn’t belong here- and I guess I don’t either.  I mean, for now I do, but not ultimately.  He is gracious that he allows us to see and hear in part, bestowing hope, bringing joy, giving abundant life.  He lets us see into his world- the Kingdom here on Earth- just as in Narnia through the wardrobe, the painting, the wall.  And yet for now we are bound to this world, tasting the richness of God, and yet knowing that there’s more.  There’s more where the Lion roams.

“I have come home at last!  This is my real country!  I belong here.  This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now…Come further up, come further in!” –The Last Battle


3 thoughts on “Where the Lion Roams

  1. i remember watching Narnia with you and the rest of Armor & Imago … and afterward we all went to Bennigans to discuss the great revelations that everyone had. i loved hearing about what everyone learned.

    i can’t wait to watch the third one …

  2. Just saw the third movie. I love these stories too. They touch deep places. In the movie, it is so powerful when Reepicheep (sp?) goes to Aslan’s country. I wanted to go too…..

  3. Erin, this is so beautiful! thank you for sharing your gift for others to be blessed. I am always eager to read the things you post like this, you truly have an ability to touch the heart!

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