“Lucy woke out of the deepest sleep you can imagine, with the feeling that the voice she liked best in the world had been calling her name. She thought at first it was her father’s voice, but that did not seem quite right. Then she thought it was Peter’s voice, but that did not seem to fit either. She did not want to get up; not because she was still tired - on the contrary she was wonderfully rested and all the aches had gone from her bones – but because she felt so extremely happy and comfortable… ‘Lucy,’ came the call again, neither her father’s voice or Peter’s. She sat up, trembling with excitement but not with fear… Lucy looked very hard into the trees of that glade. ‘Why I do believe they’re moving,’ she said to herself. ‘They’re walking about.’ She got up, her heart beating wildly, and walked toward them. There was certainly a noise in the glade, a noise such as trees make in a high wing, though there was no wind tonight… And now there was no doubt that the trees were really moving – moving in and out through one another as if in a complicated dance. She was almost among them now… ‘They are almost awake, not quite,’ said Lucy. She knew she herself was wide awake, wider than anyone usually is. She went fearlessly in among them, dancing herself as she leaped this way and that to avoid being run into by these huge partners. But she was only half interested in them. She wanted to get beyond them to something else; it was from beyond them that the dear voice had called. She soon got through them for they were really a ring of trees round a central open place. She stepped out from among their shifting confusion of lovely lights and shadows. A circle of grass, smooth as a lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all round it. And then – oh joy! For HE was there: the huge Lion, shining white in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow underneath him. But for the movement of his tail he might have been a stone lion, but Lucy never thought of that. She never stopped to think whether he was a friendly lion or not. She rushed to him. She felt her heart would burst if she lost a moment. And the next thing she knew was that she was kissing him and putting her arms as far around his neck as she could and burying her face in the beautiful rich silkiness of his mane.
‘Aslan, Aslan. Dear Aslan,’ sobbed Lucy ‘At last.’
The great beast rolled over on his side so that Lucy fell. Half sitting and half lying between his front paws. He bent forward and just touched her nose with his tongue. His warm breath came all round her. She gazed up into the large wise face. ‘Welcome, child,’ he said.
‘Aslan,’ said Lucy.‘you’re bigger.’
‘That is because you are older, little one,’ answered he.
‘not because you are?’
‘I am not. But every year you grow, you will find me bigger." (Lewis, C.S. Prince Caspian pg 143-146)
I’ve been reading the Narnia series again, and I have to say that I am loving it. There are so many images of the Bible and Christ that I could have sermon illustrations for years! Anyway I just wanted to share this nugget with you all. The two things I saw
1) The Joy and contentment that comes from being with the Father.
2) How the older we get the more God grows so that he is always bigger than we first thought. That’s right folks, we’ll never figure Him out!!!