Last night we were reading The Chronicles of Narnia as has been our new nightly activity. It makes a great hour around bedtime. I find myself waking up in the morning and thinking, “Man, what movie did we watch last night? That was awesome!‚” and then I realize I just read ONE CHAPTER of The Chronicles of Narnia.
Last night began something that I think is going to happen through all of the 7 books. It was the part where Aslan is singing and creating Narnia [ok, I’m now tearing up at the Donut Bank]. He sings the whole world into creation and the grass springs up like waves of water coming away from him. (I feel like I should capitalize that him.) Then Aslan chooses a few of the animals out of all of them that are created and calls them away from all of the other animals. He gathers them in a circle, looks at each one of them, and then commissions them. They were all alive, they were all moving around, but then He spoke, “Come alive Narnia. Think. Love.” etc. [dripping tears at Donut Bank] and as I read it I just threw away all of the creationist hogwash and the big banger hogwash. I’ve become a Narniast. I believe that the world was created exactly as C.S.Lewis described it. A big Lion sang it into creation, and then commissioned His creation.
It’s funny. In college, I had some friends that said whenever I was about to say something important I adjusted my glasses. I bet after a few more chapters the boys will know that whenever Daddy starts crying, something of Biblical proportions is happening.
