Happy Chapter 15

“The Chronicles of Narnia” have always been close to my heart ever since I was young, and something happened a week or so ago that further deepened my affection for C.S. Lewis’ classic series. I was finishing the series’ most popular novel The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe in which Aslan, the Great Lion and Christ figure of the series is killed by the witch in a humiliating (they even shave off his glorious mane) and torturous fashion. Pretty big stuff for the ears of a five-year old who’s laying next to his dad in his parents’ bedroom. My son’s sobriety grew weightier with each line I read.

-End of Chapter 14-

I decided to let the moment linger: Son, how do you feel? Why would someone innocent die for someone who was guilty? Weren’t the witch and her evil helpers really mean to Aslan? He must’ve really loved Edmund to take his place, don’t you think? I wonder what will happen in the next chapter?

-Chapter 15-

“There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.”

Upon hearing those words my son leapt out of bed, threw open the bedroom door and upon locating his mother in the room triumphantly shouted at the top of his voice as he jumped up and down, “Mommy, Aslan is alive! He has risen from the dead! Aslan is alive!”

Now, like with my son, let’s allow that moment to linger. Let it percolate a little bit.

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